Todd shifted unevenly, along with the seventy-three others waiting for their predator. The floor was grey, the walls were grey, the roof was grey, and everyone was buck naked. It spoke to very good location scouting that the film crew had found an actual abandoned prison to shoot in, and even showering on-site was a nice perk -- but of course they'd put a bunch of dividers in and made people take turns.
 
Which seemed distinctly pointless, because just about everyone was seeing each other naked right now. Just as comical was the crew member telling everyone to hold off on touching themselves or each other until it was time for the show. Nobody really had to be told, looking around. They were still technically in the shower facilities, but now that all the dividers were gone and everyone had dried off, a lot of flesh, scale, and fur was on display. Every major gender, race, and species seemed to be present, most of them standing around and pretending not to be sizing each other up. Todd accidentally locked eyes with a blonde-haired she-wolf in his eye-wandering, and she looked away and tittered to herself. It made him flush with embarrassment at first, but he tried his best to quash that emotion.
 
Of course it made sense to look around a little. He would be getting very intimate with these people indeed in the coming hour or two. Maybe he could be forgiven some judging -- and some ogling. But wasn't it depressing that even on the set of a vorno flick, he couldn't get out of this insecure mood?
 
He looked down at himself, a scrawny 5'8 Homo sapien barely 120 pounds dry. He'd never really been happy with his body, his mind, or even his name. Thinking contemplatively made him feel even more mediocre than usual, so his normal practice was to abandon those trains of thought. But with how long they were taking, it was hard not to get lost in thought. He inhaled. Something could be heard beyond the metal doors and several nude people in front of him.
 
"I-I just can't… Give me a few more seconds!" Feminine voice. Loud. A little husky.
 
"Look, Miss Puller, you've kept this act up for half an hour. Most of our prey finished showering almost 20 minutes ago. You're dragging the schedule out." Male. Younger. Much fainter.
 
"Yeah, but what if I… flub a line?"
 
"You're the only one here who can afford to. Look, I'll just open the door and we'll film the pre-vore sequence, one person at a time." There was a script, of course, which Todd had read a week ago, but this being a mass vore flick there was little for the prey themselves to say.
 
Dimly, Todd realized that of all people, the person getting such terrible stage fright was the headliner pred herself: Jeremy Puller. She'd seemed so confident in magazine and website interviews, and utterly aloof in her infamous *Gulp* pinup. That last one was especially important, being the reason why he jumped at the chance to be her prey when the production company put out the casting call.
 
Todd was by no means sexually liberated or especially lascivious -- in his own reckoning he was your average twentysomething, having just barely graduated college and living in an apartment after landing a mediocre job. He didn't even remotely intend to go into porn before or after this, but who the would turn down a chance to be food for *Jeremy fucking Puller*?! The 47-year-old lioness was the very image of a sexy, hungry schoolmarm with all that beef and those curves on her body. She'd only been found by a talent scout a year ago and already her name was synonymous with matured, predatory beauty.
 
They opened the door, taking in the stadium-like view of the prison's panopticon design. There she was, knelt with her back to the central tower, hogging the scene without even trying to. A cast member just behind the film crew, off to the left, tried to get everyone exiting the baths in a single-file line. As Todd stepped into line, a female announcer's voice boomed:
 
"All Eka County Correctional Reprocessing inmates proceed to Gantry 4 for consumption." He couldn't see the loudspeakers, but the tinny cant let Todd know they were there. Actors in beige police uniforms and riot helmets lined the paths, beating their hands with long batons. Their postures looked imposing, but they kept making bored or wacky expressions behind the faceshields, out of camera view.
 
Todd would've found it hard to focus on his role were it not for Puller herself, in her full, nude glory. Even at the far end of the row of guards and plastic barriers, kneeling, the 9'3" muscle-MILF towered over essentially everyone else there. Her huge, sloping feline head was turned away from him, but her hyper-muscular frame was all there for the ogling. Her broad neck flowed outwards toward huge, round shoulders, every inch of those arms looking like it was sculpted out of rock. Yet they didn't look bloated or grotesque; their shape and proportion seemed to enhance her femininity rather than taking away from it.
 
It certainly helped that off her chest, just below the line of her pecs, her massive breasts hung gently and freely. Bigger than 20-inch beachballs, vast even proportionally, their smooth shapes would've ruined the spine of a lesser woman. Yet Jeremy herself had claimed they only got in her way once in a while. They were currently being pressed together a little by her arms in a way Todd found endlessly alluring.
 
Which was not to say her rock-hard abs were boring. Indeed, Ms. Puller had an enormous, almost perfectly symmetrical 8-pack under those heaving breasts, with a deep, smooth, inviting belly-button someone could put more than one finger into. Todd found himself wondering what it'd be like when he finally got behind that sexy navel and tried to refocus his mind.
 
Puller's legs were his target. Splayed out on the ground, the muscle was squashed out even wider than normal. Two big tapered slabs of upper leg, still so well-defined Todd swore he could see every single major muscle outlined separately on her skin. His eye almost wandered to the huge slit tucked almost innocently between those enormous tree-trunks, but he caught himself and snapped back up to her face. 'Anthros tended to be a bit more ageless than humans, but there were definitely a few extra lines on her face.
 
No mole, but the rimless pince-nez glasses resting upon her muzzle did enough to complete her look. From some angles, Puller just looked like a roided-up Hazel Weiss, but the impression disappeared as soon as she made any expression. No, this was definitely a different woman.
 
Especially with the way she struggled to even look at the nude crowd gathered for her to eat. Even as the front of the line made it to the large eating "gantry" splayed out in front of her like an upjumped tray table, Todd could see how she was constantly averting her eyes to avoid having to acknowledge them. That struck him as utterly bizarre. The actors at the front of the line looked quite shaken, likely from a combination of being deep in their role of terrified prey and actually being nervous. He couldn't hear what they were muttering.
 
Out of nowhere, he heard the sharp clack of the director's slate. Nobody really moved, but the guards took this as their opportunity to relax a little.
 
"That's the pre-vore sequence done," said the young voice from earlier. Now, Todd saw, it belonged to a frowning white tiger climbing the steps alongside the nude line. With the straw hat and aviators he carried as an affectation, and the loose white shirt under his safari vest, this had to be the film's director, an up-and-comer barely two years Todd's senior. Puller let out a heavy sigh and turned her head to look at him.
 
"Look, I-I need a bit more time."
 
"Just do the first few people, then we'll cut again and you can get yourself ready for the rest." Time - and minimal cutting - was of the essence: vornos were notoriously difficult to reshoot, and this film's production schedule was already extremely tight. After this they'd have maybe two or three days left over for ancillary non-vore scenes.
 
"Yeah," the human woman at the very front of the line said. "We're the only ones who have lines. Should be smooth sailing after this."
 
"Oh, smooth sailing? Have you ever eaten someone?" Puller asked her. "I mean, uh, the first time I swallowed someone back in my town..." she continued, gazing at the rest of the crowd and meeting Todd's eyes for a second. "The first time I ate someone, I couldn't focus on the bookkeeping I was supposed to be doing." A long pause where she breathed in heavily. "I once swallowed five grad students as they were leaving the library, I thought I was in heaven. When I... ate the college football team, and a scrawny boy just like that kid down there, I thought I was gonna go nuts." *Hey,* Todd realized, *She's talking about me!*
 
"You won't have to do anything except sit still and look good with all of us kicking around inside you."
 
"Yeah, but all of you are what I'm worried about. The doctors said my maximum gut-stretch capacity was something like... two hundred average, adult humans worth of... you know..."
 
"Prey?"
 
"Yeah." Miss Puller was blushing a deep scarlet, constantly breaking eye contact like she was flustered. Supposed to be the mighty, invincible pred and here she was, having trouble even just talking about vore stuff. "But still… eighty of you… how am I gonna think straight?"
 
"Yeah, but you've done all this before, so why the nerves?" Todd found himself speaking, then froze in fear as she looked into his eyes again for a moment - before tearing them away again.
 
"N-Not in front of a camera!" Puller insisted, voice rising a little in embarrassment.
 
"I mean, you did another vorno," the woman replied, bemused.
 
"Yeah, but I just had to show up in the background with a..." The huge lioness gestured around her mid-section to suggest a distended stomach. "well, a... vore-belly. I've never eaten on film."
 
"All you have to do is swallow," the human said with a shrug. Todd found himself exhaling a breath at the double entendre, and a brief, tittering giggle broke out among most of the people present. It was kinda funny, but the feeling vanished soon enough.
 
Todd took a deep breath through his nose, and dimly he realized that something was off about the smell. Namely, the lack thereof. Where was the musk? Vore videos and vore writers could wax lyrical - often literally - about the deep, powerful, masculine and feminine smells predators could exude off their bodies. He was this close to Jeremy and he wasn't being slapped in the face with a tidal wave of odor and heat. Though, it stood to reason - she *had* just showered... and to be honest with himself, would he really have appreciated a strong smell?
 
With no small thanks to that crude sex joke, the blush remained easily visible on Puller's face even through all of her fur. "S… Sure. I'm still worried, though... what if I down you too fast and you can't deliver your lines?"
 
"Come on, no-one here is gonna be filibustering. Just a couple lines and that's it, down they go," the director chimed in. He scratched his back idly.
 
"Like he said. Relax. I'll get through the spiel before my hips go down your throat," the human woman stated, shrugging. The director stared at her in return, widening his eyes and pursing his lips in that exact way a person does when they're angry but don't want to voice it. He calmed down after a second, but his wide eyes were still kind of hilarious.
 
"Just take a deep breath or two. You got this," she said. Puller did so. Out of sight, she must have made a hand signal or something of the like because Todd heard the slate clack again.
 
The woman's face was out of sight, but she shivered a little, in a way Todd wasn't sure was acted.
 
"Look, I-- this can't be it! I was supposed to be released tomorrow!" she yelled, and he instantly realized the take had started. Restraining his face, he realized she wasn't a bad actress. Wouldn't that throw Puller off?
 
He had no more time to contemplate that before a guard gently shoved her closer toward Puller.
 
"Your name's on the list. Stop arguing." His voice was young, not quite gruff enough to come across as a veteran prison guard. Todd realized vore was about to happen, and tensed up. Time seemed to slow down as the woman stumbled toward the lioness, her maw opening up and gaping for a long couple of seconds. She hesitated, looked around in panic, then the guard came up from behind and gave her a stage shove again.
 
"Wait--" was all she got out before she "tumbled" headfirst into that wide-open maw. She fell right in to her shoulders. She flailed for purchase for another second, but there was rather predictably none to be found.
 
*GLRK.* The lioness made a half-swallow, dragging the woman in a little further. The sound was actually pretty faint.
 
*GULP.* Puller tossed her head up, and the girl sank in to her waist, legs still kicking. She finally got her bearings and, much to Todd's chagrin, began screaming again. It was very, very muffled, but with only the birds outside as background noise he could only focus on that. And then there were the bulges.
 
*GULP.* She was in to her knees, still kicking lazily. Within the lioness' throat the human woman writhed, making lumps that kept teasing his groin. It was all going slowly, but… stories, art and video were one thing, *seeing* someone being swallowed whole and alive was another entirely. It was becoming increasingly impossible to keep his hands off his crotch.
 
*GUUUULP.* In one long swallow, the girl's legs and feet sank into the maw completely, Puller closing her lips around the prey's ankles for a second before taking in those soles with her broad tongue.
 
*ULP.* Just like that, she vanished, a brief swelling in Puller's throat the only outward sign of the girl's existence. Todd was totally enthralled, watching that bulge jiggle slightly before disappearing beneath the lioness' giant collarbone. He stared at those abs for long seconds as the girl's yells faded away, straining to see any sign of her within Puller's stomach. There was none.
 
But the moment he started getting less hard, the next prey item hesitantly stepped up. An olive-skinned, fit male human.
 
"Hold on! I was going on parole--" The guard shoved him without a word. He turned as if to resist, but as before, with another shove he unconvincingly "slipped" into the maw.
 
*GULP!* He followed the girl right down, taking even less time to ingest. *GULP.* And he was gone. An enticing throat-bulge, a bit of muffled screaming that faded away.
 
Next up, another femme. Short, with long pointy ears. That sort of person was a vanishingly rare sight, and Todd beheld her pale, round buttocks with some shame.
 
"A-Are you certain this is--ah!" That dainty voice was also a guilty pleasure... *GULP!* …especially with her delightful screaming on the way down. As he got to full mast, Todd wondered what kind of inducement she'd been given to act.
 
Despite his attempts at trying to ignore his boner, the line continued:
 
"There must be some kind of mistake! Just--" *GULP!* The human woman slid right down, going down even easier than the elf before her. *ULP!*
 
"Stop! I want my phone caaaaaalll!" *GULP!* The ripped male wolf fell in mid-syllable. He went down easy, too. *GULP!*
 
"Man, this is bullshit!" *GULP!* That had been one of the darker-skinned humans. With six people inside, Puller's abs were finally starting to bulge out into a paunch. *GULP!* *GULP!* A seventh and an eighth, and it'd expanded to a veeeery slight beer-gut. *GULP!* Struggle and yell as they may, each prisoner went down into her waiting gut, one every few seconds. *GULP!* Driven primarily by the tight filming schedule. In what felt like a few moments to Todd, Ms. Puller devoured five, then ten more people, then twenty. Humans, 'anthros, green-skins and elves alike, it didn't matter: they all slid right down the long path into her waiting stomach.
 
His final attempt at distracting himself was staring right at that expanding belly. He was near the back end of the line, so he got to see most of its growth. First it reached the relative size of a full-term pregnancy, then a twin pregnancy, then a triplet one. Her abs were stretched taut around it, creating very arousing creases in the otherwise round profile of that gigantic gut. It looked almost like a big, uneven loaf of bread. And that belly-button was big enough to fully stick a hand into now, he suspected.
 
The line paused as Puller's stomach *grooooooowl*ed lowly. It sounded satisfied at having so much good food to process. Unexpectedly, the gurgling began. Painfully erect, Todd still valiantly kept his hands to his sides as people continued to feed themselves to the feline, underscored by her distended stomach's burbles, gluts and rumbles. As he got closer and closer to the gantry, her stomach finally left the realm of what was normal for humanoid beings and became a proper vore-gut. As she passed the forty-person mark it took on the distinct ball-like shape characteristic of people-eating, the top now moving further away from her ribcage with every devoured prisoner. Her ab lines disappeared, and Todd began to see faces and hands moving across the flesh.
 
It was no longer comparable to anything human, but in absolute terms the lioness' bulging stomach, now packed with the squirming imprints of dozens of people, was now the volume of at least an economy-class car, if not two. It had become a long teardrop almost as long as she was tall, with the deep and attractive belly-button now a cavernous hole a foot deep. She sighed in pleasure, a long "ahhhhh." The lady seemed quite aroused, but stayed firmly in control of herself.
 
Its flesh was now touching the feeding gantry's supports, and the director cut just so Puller could shift around a bit and get more comfortable eating her other co-stars. She spent a full five minutes just turning her body, even with the crew's help to shift that car-sized mass. Once they were done pushing, they scattered back to behind the cameras.
 
"Alright," Todd heard the director say, "The folks in there are yelling, but not loud enough for the mic to pick it up. Fuck me." The tiger gingerly picked up a megaphone and stood near the stomach. "Don't bother yelling! We'll record it later and add it in post." With that the gut became a little quieter, although it wasn't like Todd's ears could distinguish the voices of prey over the talkative voice of that belly. Everyone got back into position just in time for her to keep feeding. The belly, which now seemed almost like a separate entity from the satisfied Puller, grew and grew until finally, it was Todd's turn. Just as he stepped up to the gantry, though, the lion's nose began to twitch, and she inhaled quietly.
 
"Ah-ah..." Another second of this and he realized she was about to sneeze. Without thinking about it he blurted out:
 
"Uh, it helps if you look into a light." Before he could feel embarrassed she did so, and the director's slate clacked as she tore her head away from everyone else. "ATCHIEUUUH! Thanks, kiddo." She sounded like she'd been holding back an orgasm as much as a sneeze, but her only reaction to Todd was smirking as her huge head turned back to meet his gaze... and he was suddenly frozen in place by a flush of embarrassment. He'd completely forgotten about his own nakedness and erection, thankfully, but surely the director would yell at him for the interruption? Ultimately, the tiger didn't. They'd probably just cut it before she sneezed.
 
"Alright, continue in three, two, one!" The lion opened her mouth again at 'two', as if to speak instead of eat. Todd took a deep breath, looking at that pink expanse of flesh as he started toward it, and turned his head toward a guard unconsciously, as if someone would berate him for taking so long. No one did.
 
"Your turn, yummy boy." Todd didn't show a proper reaction to that unexpected statement. Instead he exhaled, plunging headfirst and right into Miss Puller's wet maw. His world became slimy darkness. He tried to savor every second, but Puller's mighty gulp and her steady heartbeat pulled him down into the stomach he could hear roiling and gurgling ahead of him. Dazed and topsy-turvy, he slid down her esophagus right up to the sphincter, which opened, sending him right into the tightly-packed mass of prey within. He landed on someone else's feet, rapidly sliding alongside dozens of other nude bodies.
 
Her digestion had already begun, and many of the prey were already thrusting into each other furtively, moaning even as they churned alive. Despite the overwhelming din and slime, all he could think about was the warmth he'd felt from her politeness. He thought only of how shy she had been, as he repeatedly pushed out on the walls. Just another anonymous, but visible imprint within her gigantic, pickup-truck sized belly. There were many prey speaking, mostly in complaint. The pred herself, meanwhile, sounded lost in rapturous pleasure. Being inside her body made things very different. Her pleased "Mmmmmm!" seemed like the voice of a huge dragon yelling into a small cave.
 
"Don't push!" "Ow!" And, of course, "Hey, get your ass outta my face!" It was more or less what all the lewd pictures and pred-teasing had promised him, but it was actually rather frustrating after a few seconds. Repeatedly bumping into others gave him too little time to dwell on his fate. If he got off now, he might get cum on someone else--
 
--but at last, Todd was food. Just food. And he got to feed such a beautiful woman... such a *kind* woman. *That* got him going. She noisily belched, a deep bassy "Uuuurrrrp!" from the inside, and he imagined her blushing and apologizing. He imagined Puller using the energy he'd given her to eat more people, work out, read, play, just *live*… and somehow, those last three thoughts were more boner-inducing than the rest. She wasn't, and had never been, an uncaring sociopath who only saw people as rations. She had hopes and dreams and fears and failings like anyone else… and it warmed his heart to think that in a short while, he'd be a part of her.
 
Her massive, meaty hands rubbed the outside of her stomach gently. Todd felt her dwell on him for just a second, and shuddered in orgasm. He'd taken so long many people were half-melted, and he was left sloshing around in their remains. The part he now enjoyed the most was pressing out on the stomach walls and enjoying the sheer heat of his lovely predator. With another gurgle, more voices were silenced, the people steadily being absorbed into this gorgeous, meek town librarian's body. Not for good, of course; but then half the fun of any vorno was pretending it would be.
 
Soon, he found himself treading water -- or rather, treading chyme -- in the middle of a small, but deep pool, with a few other people who'd managed to remain intact. That soon changed...
 
***
 
The footage from outside was crystal-clear. After reaching a majestic peak of being larger than the person it belonged to, Puller's stomach steadily contracted to claim the bounty it'd been given. Ninety people slowly lost their shape in a constant bath of digestive enzymes, all to an arousing symphony of loud sloshes and gurgles. The lioness herself wasn't very gassy - she only let out another deafening belch after a few minutes of timelapse photography. The kayfabe premise of a prison executing its prisoners with the help of a pred was largely forgotten. All the struggling, the faces and limbs pushing desperately out of the lion's stomach, glorious and unedited. Overdubbed, muffled screams and moans mixed with Todd's memory of actually being in here. A part of him was worried it'd corrupt them.
 
Finally, after an hour, the last five prey - including Todd - had given a few final struggles, then been audibly processed with a groan. At last there was just Puller, the crew, the director, and her enormous belly. The work was not done, however. Another two hours of timelapse photography and water breaks followed.
 
A crew member had told Todd afterward how they'd temporarily panicked about Puller not having registered with the county reforming device in time, but it turned out to be an unfounded fear. The perspective moved to an enormous bathroom, with an XXXL predator-special squat toilet so big it seemed a little oversized even for a nine-foot woman like her. There was no dallying; the lioness put her feet on both sides of the enormous, pool-sized bowl and popped a squat, butt spread in front of the camera.
 
With a sharp inhalation and a long, wet fart, the remains of the prisoners crowned out of her winking anus. One massive, brown, lumpy log splattered into the bowl, then another, and another. She grunted at expelling such a huge amount of mass out of her rectum, but remained steadfastly professional even as a wide log made her hole *really* gape. Midway through, she gave up on sexual restraint and reached a hand down to play with herself.
 
"What a buncha -ugh!- *crappy* crooks!" she managed, audibly straining herself as one last dump, crowned with a human skull, dropped into the toilet. Todd actually giggled, watching this part of the recording. She took one look at the skull, smugly ruined its acid-cleaned sheen with her cum, and shot one last glance at the camera. *Wait, had that been* ... She gave the same, knowing smirk she had back on the gantry… and blew a kiss.
 
Todd blew a huge load, overwhelmed in that instant by her seductive power and his memories. He'd made very good money. He didn't follow the vorno scene too closely, but by all accounts the film had been its equivalent of a blockbuster.
 
But… sitting in his apartment, jerking off to video and memory. It wasn't the same. It never would be again.
 
*Unless...* After they'd reformed, Puller had given everyone her professional farewell after some followup work, but she'd gotten so close she managed to "accidentally" pass Todd a copy of this: her business card. Her phone number and email were there if he wanted to contact her. But he didn't have the guts. He just didn't--no, now a lustful energy was coming over him. *He* didn't *need* to have guts.
 
That was *her* job. Todd grabbed his smartphone and stabbed at the numbers, desire newly alight in his brain.