“Um…. Crystal are you… absolutely sure this is safe? I know you said you would let us out after, but it’s just… well a bit worrying that I can’t see my body making a bulge,” asked a now nervous Claire, as the mostly swallowed lioness began to have understandable second thoughts about what she had agreed to. An unsure anxiety clinging to her voice, as though the feline had started out calm, collected, and even a little curious at the start of her consumption, she was now starting to sound a little concerned now the majority of her well-proportioned physique was entombed within the oozing embrace of a rolling oesophagus. Something just seeming off about the entire situation, as even as she slowly slid into the skin-tight seal of a voracious vixen’s hungry throat, Claire could not help but instinctually question what her friends had foolishly gotten her into.

The root cause of Claire’s apprehension coming from the fact she could feel her lower legs blindly pressing against what felt like Rachel’s rather round rear end, which shuffled against her paw pads with a skittish squirm. The fidgeting feline recognizing the curvaceous contours of the doughy derrière tensing against her toes, as those of her consumed companion, who had taken the peristaltic plunge a few minutes prior with a flirtatiously suggestive smile on her beaming muzzle. The bubbly breadth of the temptingly toned tooshie softly compressing with a buttery squish, eliciting a weak waggle out of the jubbly glutes as Rachel attempted to settle and get comfortable within the churning confines of Crystal’s cramped gut.

This was of course all speculation though, as Claire hazard a guess at what was going on within the claustrophobic cavity of moist muscle she was being steadily threaded into. The humid expanse effortlessly expanding to accommodate her entry into the dank depths of the chugging canine’s upper digestive tract, though from her perspective the lioness could not properly visualize what was happening. Sure, she could feel the stomach sphincter suckling over her knees, and her friend’s enviable figure pressing against her with each gastric gyration, but from the outside, she could see none of that in the trim tummy of the woman wolfing her down. Each confident chug claiming another inch of supple flesh, which just seemed to vanish from reality, as though the Claire was encased from the ribs down in the skin-tight seal of a hungry throat, there were no signs of even the slightest swelling in the belly of the vixen swallowing her.

It was this that had prompted the bewildered Leo to begin questioning her slow slide towards the stomach, as she couldn’t see even a hint of her packed-away pride mates beneath Crystal’s ruddy coat. It was like an amiss phantom pain, as though she could feel the oleaginous caress of rugae ruffling against her, and the matted tickle of another’s saliva-soaked fur against her ankles, she could only visualize a fraction of what was happening, due to the limited stimuli she was being made privy to. The fact she was one of the last ladies to take this digestive dive not dissipating the woman’s worry though, as instead she just found it odd that there was not even the littlest of lumps within Crystal’s svelte midriff, leaving the lioness with an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of her stomach that something was deeply wrong about the intimate interaction she and her ample associates were now ensnared in.

If her mouth hadn’t been full, Crystal might had said something in order to dissuade her fretting dessert’s mounting distress, but instead, she gently grasped juicy breast with a groping squeeze. The methodical motion massaging over the malleable mammary, putting a quick end to the bothered bleating of her weakly writhing snack with a confused moan. The salacious grip sinking into the gorgeous globe with a frisky fondle, as she took in the perky proportions of her last course of feminine fodder. The fox seeing no point in soothing her supper at this stage, as even if Claire started to actively resist now, there was little she could do, to stop herself from completing the terminal trip down the throbbing tunnel that was Crystal’s throat. The lioness simply the last voluptuous serving of filling Felidae flesh the vixen would feast on today, though at this point she wouldn’t mind if her food started to get a bit feistier.

This ditzy dinner simply too trusting, as when the pride of shapely lionesses had approached her to star in an exotic erotic film they had planned, Crystal could see it as nothing more than a free meal ticket. Isolated and gullible they had willingly fed themselves to her, all in perfect frame so the camera could catch it all, even if it was looking increasingly unlikely that this peckish partaking would ever be posted. The fascination almost cute, as a simple glamour to hide the suspicious swell of a massive meal and some weight manipulation magic, were more than enough to impress the coquettish cats. Claire would just cap off this easy conquest, along with what was left of the two Crystal was lethargically threading through her nibbling tailhole.

There was simply no rush, as she casually gripped the tan buttocks resting under her bushy tail with an exploratory nip, causing the rump to tremble at the unexpected clasp upon her tender inner cheek. Crystal leaned back, savouring the vexed vibrations jostling against her lower bowel, before with a firm push another set of wriggling hips thumped over her ajar anus with a suckling pop. The restless feet of the woman in front of her easing over the rectal ring with a confused wave, as with the cat already caught in the colon, it didn’t take much effort to slot her through the stretched threshold of the straightened sigmoidal to join her already tucked away peers. Crystal letting out a pleased purr as she put her weight down in order to secure her final suppository, and after a few pleasurable seconds, a final pair of feet and a twitching tail disappeared through the parted pucker with a bolting blink from the ravenous browneye.

The methodical movement practised over countless inserted indulgences, as with a final audible gulp, Crystal finished her buxom banquet by sending the last of Claire gliding down her gullet to join her stewing friends. Crystal’s hand tracing the lioness down with a few goading strokes, before she began to explore the seven distinctly effeminate simulacrums shifting beneath her skin. The concealment charm hiding all the attractive details, but she could feel them there, Tanya, Katie, Leah, Emily, Julia, Rachel and ultimately Claire, all safely stowed within the winding ductwork of her distended digestive tract. This fleeting glimmer of worming individuality would soon wane and pass into silence though, and in a day or two Crystal would forget the names of the naïve nutrients that had bloated her belly. They were just the most recent of many, and at this point all it would take was a quaint belch and perhaps a petite fart to feel their sheepish squirming slow to a gurgling deadweight, to be broken down by the predator’s more powerful plumbing.

Still, seven full-grown anthros were a lot of protein to process, and that was before she even considered the messy aftermath that was sure to be future Crystal’s problem. Sure, she could digest them entirely until not even a single atom of their being existed, but where was the fun in that, as this heavy a helping of lady lunchmeat would surely feel great when it made her arsehole yawn on the way out. The copious amount of fresh fox fertilizer sure to be a toilet clogger, so perhaps she might minimize it to a double flusher, or maybe shrink it down into a normal and boring-sized stool for ease of disposal. The options flowing through Crystal’s mind, as she pondered the possibility of a soul gem to torment or play with at a later date, before she ultimately settled on a more unconventional method of releasing the metabolized girth that would soon be knocking on her backdoor with all its crowning urgency. A dirty smirk spreading across her snout, as she pulled her pants up, and carefully buttoned them back up, intrigued to see what a septenary of bleached white skeletons would feel like thrumming over her sensitive turd cutter…..

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When a group of shapely lionesses asked Crystal if she wanted to film an adult movie with them, the voracious vixen could not help but agree. The proposition was simply too juicy for her to resist, as the combination of an isolated location, lack of tasteless clothing wrapping over titillating curves, and naive trust meant the whole affair seemed like an easy meal ticket for the fox...

A gift lemon done for  MagnificentArsehole to go along with one of their old sketches. This one features their oc Crystal Bloodmoon having her way with a pride of seven lionesses, and including my first real attempt at Hammerspace. Hopefully, they enjoy this lewd offering, as it turned out slightly longer than I had initially planned.

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