\n\t\t\t\t\tfaeseirenAs night gradually falls on the decrepit but still standing abandoned village inn which rises above the piles of weed-covered rotted lumber and mossy stone left behind by the rest of the buildings, it provides a perfect backdrop for the cruelty about to transpire out here at the contested outskirts of the lupine empire where they’re beleaguered by cannibalistic feline tribes…
Within the musty main hall, most of its furniture either laying out in pieces or gathered in piles along the walls, a member of a small lupine guard unit busies herself by trying to light a fire with some of the pieces in the large hearth in the middle while the other three work on boarding up the windows and doors and guard their quarry – a quietly hissing and growling feline whose enormously distended belly rests on the floor which sags under the weight of the prey packed within her stomach, her legs spread out by the size of her midsection and her arms swung back to support her rear-leaning upper body.
‘Grrr – hic – the least you could do is to rub my belly if we’re just going to sit here and wait, it – urp – aches from being this full!’
Chuckling, one of the ringmail-clad lupines gracefully steps closer and stops in front of the belly which almost dwarfs the rest of the feline’s sleek body, crouching down to meet her gaze as she gingerly sinks her fingers into it to trace them over and across it.
‘Serves you right! You cannibal cats should learn your limits – or your stomach’s limits, rather! Speaking of which, how’s your special snack settling in there?’
The immobile feline huffs, large breasts heaving within her tight leather top while her large tufted ears splay out in frustration.
‘It’s in there but I can’t really feel it yet from all this prey…’ she replies curtly before burping, her tail sweeping the floor a few times while she continues to watch the lupine opposite of her over the curve of her stuffed midsection. In the meantime the other member of the group succeeds in lighting a fire, with cozy warmth and crackling soon staving away the chilly mustiness of the abandoned hall while the fire’s light casts a large shadow of the feline with her belly.
‘No worries, you’ll certainly begin to feel it later tonight, cat. And we should have all the time needed for this since you apparently came here alone to eat one of our scouts!’
As the fire is now lit and potential entrances have been blocked with ruined furniture and planks, the rest of the lupine squad relaxes and gathers in a loose circle around the feline, observing her and their partner who continues to rub the idly squirming feline’s belly as she holds up the conversation.
‘I thought he was alone out here, I wouldn’t have stranded myself with my stomach like this otherwise!’ the feline hisses, then utters a defeated sigh with her whiskers curling backwards. ‘Bad choice, eh? Since you caught me like a guilty kitten and I know you imperials love to burst our stomachs if we’ve eaten.’
Her ears perking up, the lithe lupine rubbing the feline’s belly barks cheerfully and drums her captive’s massive belly for good measure, soon probing it firmly with her fingers while one of her comrades shuffles behind the feline to sit on her tail and press herself against her back, wrapping her arms around to jostle the feline’s sizeable breasts.
‘I – hnnrg – I shouldn't be enjoying this but you’re being so na-naughty, ack!’ the feline pants in response as her wilted ears spring up and her tail stiffens under the second lupine’s rump, all while the lupine in front finds something under the feline’s straining fuzzy hide and places her hands around it.
‘Hey, you asked us to rub your belly to make this easier, so why shouldn’t we rub your breasts as well given it’s not like no-one will walk on us here… and I think I found something lurking within this big tummy of yours as well, I bet you’ll feel it soon!’ she responds cheekily while her hands put pressure on the feline’s belly to reveal a bulge between them while ignoring her sudden gasping.
‘Mrew! Ow! Easy if you want it to last until you’ve had your fun!’
‘Hee! Sorry, didn’t realize you’d been quite that greedy with your last meal – I’ll be careful since we do want this cat treat to pop your tummy instead.’
Lifting her hands, the lupine is pleased to see the bulging goes down a little but not completely and affords a toothy grin at the feline whose eyes are fixated on the same spot, even if the other lupine continues to massage her breasts enthusiastically enough that they bulge out of her simple leather top. Outside the crackling fire, the occasional creaks of the old building and the soft gasping the feline the dimly lit hall is completely quiet as everyone’s attention is on the gradual rise of the roughly fist-sized protrusion.
Finally the feline breaks the silence in trepidation – ‘Mmmngh… I can feel it in there now, giving me a stomachache… it’s going to take a while, isn’t it?’
All the lupines nod in unison, prompting a whimper from the feline whose entire body trembles a little under the hands of the two who’ve parked themselves next to her. In response the lupine behind her back wraps her hands around her supple ears to stroke them while the remaining two who’ve been maintaining their distance crawl closer next to the sides of the feline’s extremely distended belly to playfully tug and tweak her belly teats which the strain has exposed under her fur.
‘Awww, evil cannibal kitty doesn’t want her stomach full of ill-gotten prey to burst? Like you said, you should’ve thought about it before devouring our scout whole!’
Squirming restlessly from the relentless teasing she’s enduring, the captive feline abruptly belches as she continues to watch the aching protrusion on her belly become more prominent, and the lupine sitting in front of her begins to gleefully toy with it while the rest continue to tease her.
‘Haaah, your scout already stretched this cannibal’s stomach to the limit, so it’s really going to burst from what you forced me to swallow! Hic… n-no mercy for an evil kitty’s tummy, right?’
‘Nope! All cannibal kitty stomachs must burst way or another so that you learn your lesson – and preferably slowly! I can’t believe how much lupine meat is packed in here…’ the sleek lupine in front of the feline’s belly barks cheerfully, rubbing her fingers over the latter’s huge swollen midsection as the two keep peeking at each other over it. The other three captors give approving nods to the statement as they keep fluffing up the feline’s hairs, playing with her belly teats and teasing her large flicking tail.
With even the last rays of sunlight which shone through the cracks in the boarded windows, gone, only the orange glow of the crackling fire lights the scene of the four lupines crawling all over their doomed captive, the feline’s wide green eyes gleaming as they remain fixated on her own belly whereas the shiny yellow eyes of the lupines measure her up relentlessly. Gradually her hissing and whimpering grows increasingly frantic as the devilish trap within her stomach continues to unfurl in the warmth of the digested lupine slurry her stomach remains greatly distended with.
Eventually what was originally a small bump on her furry hide has turned into a tall pointy bulge which ominously juts towards the ceiling, curious lupine fingertips eliciting an abrupt jerk and a growl from the feline as hot tears stream down her fluffy cheeks.
‘Hu-hurts! It’s so tight… unfair! I wish I would've – hurk – gotten to enjoy all that meat, not be-being forced spill it like this…’ she gasps as tension of her stomach lining adds up.
The lupine leaning against the feline’s back momentarily feels her tear-streaked cheekfluff before grabbing and jostling her ample breasts vigorously with a fanged grin. ‘Awwwr, does the cannibal kitty’s guilty tummy hurt really badly? I’d say it’s only fair that you’ll spill what remains of our hapless scout from that oversized stomach soon… how soon you think it’ll be, our dear cannibal?’
The feline’s tufted ears press against her skull and her muzzle scrunches up as she ponders, heaving to and forth against her arms restlessly. After a few minutes she lets out a deep belch and turns to look over her shoulder, her tongue lolling as drool begins to pool up in her maw to dribble onto the floor.
‘U-urp! Fe-feels like any moment now – owww, my stomach, I’m gonna throw up!’
Snickering at the response, the lupines begin to pull away from the captive after noticing the tremors and cramps running through her midsection, forming a loose circle around her afterwards as she continues to sit in place due to being immobilized by the sheer weight of her stomach. Gagging and licking her chops, the feline turns her head back to stare at the terrifying protrusion rising atop her belly while growling and hissing in powerless frustration.
‘No throwing up on us, please, and no spilling of those foul-smelling contents of your stomach on us either! We’ll keep an eye on your stomach aches from over here…’
Groaning, the feline doesn’t reply as she keeps panting increasingly rapidly from how the painful tension within her belly is turning into an excruciating burning sting due to how the tip of the collapsible trap is stretching her stomach lining well beyond its limits – her entire body trembling and her long floofy tail slapping against the floor while everyone waits for her inescapable fate with bated breath.
As minutes pass by under the flickering orange glow of the fire which has begun to die down amid all the play and waiting games, the lupines reflexively clutch their own flat bellies and wag their tails in wicked anticipation when their captive starts to whimper loudly and squirm with her claws deeply gouging the worn wooden flooring. Though all of them hold their tongues for the seemingly imminent finale…
… which they won’t have to wait for long when the feline abruptly throws her head back violently and lets out an ear-piercing scream with tears of agony flooding her eyes when her stomach begins to rupture at last and bile spills into her stomach cavity when the tip breaks through. And mere moments later her uncontrollable thrashing causes her straining hide to tear with a sickly rip almost all the way from breast to crotch so that her enormous stomach, its slimy contents spewing from a long gash on its translucent surface, ends up being expelled along with a tangle of bulging guts and copious amounts of blood – the sight of the remains of their comrade along with the horrid smell leaving the lupines gasping for fresh air.
In fact once they regain their bearings after briefly escaping the main hall, they find out the sheer shock of her belly rupturing was too much of a shock for their captive who has crumpled in the middle of the noxious mess of her half-digested stomach contents, forcing the leader of the squad to push her aside with her boot in order to dig out the id plate of the unfortunate scout and the trap which has now reached its full length.
‘Aaand that was that, it looks like! Even the stomachs of these cannibals have their limits after all, I just wish it wasn’t this messy and smelly in the end!’
‘I guess we’ll just leave all of it here for the rats?’
‘Good idea, that fur didn’t look or feel half bad but damn if I’m going to try and relieve her of it at this point – perhaps another time! But lets leave as I’d rather not spend the night here.’
With this decision the lupine squad re-dresses, extinguishes the fire to avoid any accidents which might lure in unwanted attention, and quietly heads back towards their command post after their little escapade – the evidence of which will indeed be dealt by scavengers soon enough…
The End.
Story copyright by Feligris, art copyright by Skippy!
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