Easter Dinner Urges
By Lutro
Elaina could not wait to eat a big, food-coma inducing feast that evening. The brown-furred werewolf peeked out the window to see if her friend, Vera, was near. Sadly there was no sign of the maned wolf. Elaina flicked her tail impatiently, stomach growling aloud behind her simple green sundress. Elaina veered to the kitchen and poked into the fridge, staring down hungrily at the large honey-glazed ham she’d purchased yesterday. The werewolf didn’t do much else this particular Easter so far. Mostly, she was waiting for Vera to show, so that the two lone wolves could enjoy a wonderful feast and some quality time together. Sighing, Elaina closed the fridge door and tapped a foot impatiently. Vera wasn’t late… The werewolf just wanted to eat!

For 15 agonizing minutes Elaina paced about, her long brown tail flowing about behind her. She ran a paw through her black air and flicked her head, deciding to pre-heat the oven there and now. “By the time Vera gets here we can pop the meat in and get to eating,” she figured, glancing to the clock. 4:30 P.M. Vera was due any minute now. Elaina was half-ready to pick at the uncooked ham when there was a knock at the door. The werewolf’s belly let out a sudden growl as she scooted to the door to answer it.

Vera stood patiently on the other side of the door, wearing a skirt, shirt, and vest. Nothing fancy for Easter dinner between friends. Only casual wear. The maned wolf beamed when the door opened. “Happy Easter!” she greeted, the two wolves joining each other in a warm, affectionate hug. “How you doing Elaina?” she asked, looking over her friend with a curious glance.

“Hanging in there,” Elaina admitted with a grateful pat to Vera’s back. “You wouldn’t believe how long the day’s been. I’m positively starving!” The werewolf invited Vera in and the two retired to the living room while the oven heated. The two shared some casual conversation about the weather and their various things they didn’t do this Easter Sunday. Vera was hungry but was more interested in catching up with her friend. Elaina, meanwhile, continued stealing glances into the kitchen. Her tongue occasionally sneaking out to lick across her lips. Her stomach continued to contribute to the conversation as well, more-so than Elaina herself, in fact: Most of the werewolf’s responses to Vera were curt and emotionless. Elaina rubbed her paw idly against her hungry belly, growls sounding out both when she thought of the ham and looked back at Vera. “Have you… are you looking forward to dinner tonight Vera? Got a big juicy ham just waiting to be devoured!” Vera, for her part, licked her lips at the mention.

“Mmm, oh yes, that sounds lovely, Elaina,” she remarked, smoothing out her skirt and re-settling and putting her legs up on the sofa. The werewolf stared over her friend perched on the furniture, brown-and-pink fur coating a meaty thick body, plump with meat and probably tasting…

Elaina shook her head and conspicuously wiped a bead of drool off the corner of her mouth. “D-doesn’t it?” She managed, blushing a twinge when Vera gave her an odd look. Elaina flicked her tail nervously and gripped to the arms of the easy chair she sat in, glancing from the clock (4:35? That’s it? she groaned internally) and to the kitchen, where the oven was still heating up.

Vera sat up and leaned forward, unintentionally showing off some cleavage and more beyond her clothes. “You alright Elaina?” she asked. The werewolf’s eyes flickered, a glint of hunger flashing across them as they leered back at Vera. But the instant passed, the oven dinged, and her eyes were back to their normal turquoise selves again.

“Great and oh hear that I think the oven’s just about ready for it so just excuse me for a moment okay Vera okay!” Elaina practically leapt from her seat and flew into the kitchen, leaving Vera staring at the empty doorway quite perplexed. Elaina nudged the propped kitchen door closed. Vera shrugged to herself and relaxed on the sofa once more, laying up against the armrest and stretching languidly.

Elaina tried to calm down, pacing back and forth across the linoleum floor of the kitchen. The oven was pre-heated and ready, yet whenever she made a move for the fridge where the ham was located, something else held her back. Why should she settle for a slab of dead flesh when she had a living, breathing, squirming meal awaiting her in the next room? Vera was big and was sure to bulge her belly out and fill her up like no other–

Elaina thrust her hands up to either side of her head and bent over. “Argh, stop it Elaina!” the werewolf hissed to herself. The latent urges were bubbling up inside of her again. She knew exactly why it was happening, with the given combination of starving and her friend showing up and unintentionally showing herself off to the werewolf. How could she resist? Elaina poured herself a glass of water shakily and downed the entire thing in one gulp, taking a seat and placing her hands on her knees. “Just calm down, Elaina. Vera’s not food. She’s your friend. She’s not appetizing at all. It’s not like she’s walking around sporting a pair of luscious mounds on her chest with a butt that pops and – argh!”

Vera showed a great deal of patience for her friend. The maned wolf had no idea what kind of condition or stress Elaina was under, but she was aware that sometimes her friend needed space for some reason. With the kitchen door closed, all Vera could see was the occasional shadows from below the crack of the door, noting her friend walking here and there. Straining her ears, Vera could just pick up some unintelligible muttering coming from the other room. Vera’s stomach growled lightly as the clock ticked away in the living room. There was no denying her own hunger, but Vera could wait it out, for the sake of her friend.

After all, the last thing a guest of a home would want to do is launch a spur-of-the-moment intervention. What would that accomplish?

Elaina sat sweating and panting in the kitchen, the heat of the oven increasing the temperature of the enclosed room while the ham lay dormant in the fridge. The invasive thoughts plaguing the werewolf were growing in volume and intensity.

Have yourself a Vera feast.

You saw those meaty hips sway. She’s practically begging you to eat her.

She’s far tastier than any measly ham no matter how much honey is slathered over it.

Elaina’s head rested down between her knees with her hair flowing over her muzzle. She was no longer even pretending to stop the onslaught of emotions, thoughts, and desires flowing through her consciousness. Her fur stood on end, in and out of her sundress. The thick werewolf tailtip twitched erratically. Elaina shifted back and forth in her seat, mentally undressing her friend and trying to map out just which bits of the maned wolf would be the most delectable once it was time to eat. Vera swore she heard heavy panting coming from the kitchen, but dismissed it as some random noise that was of no concern. She remained on the couch, though kept glancing between the clock and the kitchen door. Come on, Elaina, I’m getting hungry, she thought miserably. She was a good friend but she felt that the werewolf was starting to try her patience…

5 o’clock was announced with a series of loud gongs resonating from the clock in the living room. Elaina felt startled but her body didn’t flinch. Instead of falling out of her seat, a low, rumbling growl only audible to her resonated out from her stomach. She daintily placed a paw against her dress there and gave it an idle rub-down. It was the top of the hour and was finally time to eat supper, the werewolf figured.

And dinner for her rested not in the fridge, but in the living room.

Elaina rose slowly from her seat in the kitchen and walked around the large table, hungry thoughts penetrating every available part of her mind. She openly licked her lips  and went to the fridge. As if nothing were amiss, she calmly opened it up, hauled the ham from the shelf, and nudge the door shut with a foot. Humming to herself, the werewolf went to the back door, opened it up, and casually dumped the ham in the garbage bin, tossing the tray on after it. “Oh Veraaaaa,” she called out with a cruel smile traced over her furry lips. “Can you come in and help me with the ham?”

“Finally,” Vera muttered. She swung her legs out in front of her and stood, fighting off a bout of stiffness with a lengthy stretch. “Coming Elaina! Can’t wait to dig in!” Which was true. The maned wolf was fighting off a hunger bred from anticipation. That honey-glazed ham sounded amazing right about now. Vera pushed her way through the kitchen door and saw Elaina waiting for her. She stood rigidly with that same fixed toothy grin on her face, away from the oven and fridge, not taking her eyes off her. Vera swore those eyes were… calculating. Studying. Doing much more than they should be. Elaina’s arms were folded up against her chest.

“Sorry it took so long, dear. I don’t know what came over me,” Elaina said, almost robotically. She pointed to the fridge. “Would you be a darling and get the ham for me? I’m afraid my klutz-self will drop it and we’ll be left with nothing at all to…” Elaina paused to lick her lips. Vera blinked, guessing her werewolf friend was positively starving with a reaction like that. “...To eat,” Elaina finished.

The maned wolf nodded and offered her friend a smile. “No problem Elaina. Anything to help out a friend.” She started to the fridge and paused, looking back. “You want an appetizer or something? This ham’ll take a while to bake properly if you got a big one.”

Elaina stared over Vera, smiling, and shook her head slightly. “Oh, not at all, Vera,” she said, belly disagreeing as it let out a noisy grumble. “Soon enough I’ll have everything I need. Please now, the ham, dear. The oven’s been ready for a while now.” Vera stared back at her friend for a beat, then shrugged a shoulder and went to the fridge, opening it up. She glanced over the shelves a moment, seeing drinks, leftovers, some plastic containers, and a few other odds and ends.

“Uh, Elaina?” Vera turned her head to the werewolf. “There’s no ham in here.”

“Oh… Oh sure there is, Vera! I… put it under some heavy foil to preserve some of the marination that was done to it.” Elaina’s grin faltered, mentally kicked herself for throwing the ham out in a fit of resolution and passion. Now Vera was getting suspicious! The werewolf tail flickered across the chair Elaina was perched in not minutes ago. “Just go dig deep. I know it’s an intimidating fridge compared to that tiny ice box in your place, but I don’t think we’ll need to send a rescue party.” The werewolf smile returned, teeth and all, Elaina not bothering to wipe beads of drool from forming. “Go on, dear.”

Vera hesitated an instant but laughed. “No search parties. Right.” Vera hummed and turned her attentions back to the fridge, bending over halfway and sticking some of her body inward. Elaina had to fight not to groan as Vera practically presented herself to the starving werewolf. Vera’s rump was perched up, tail swishing casually away while the maned wolf searched through the various things wrapped in foil. The curvature of Vera’s butt stuck out like a sore thumb to Elaina, and she fought back the urge to reach out and squeeze to test the tenderness.

The werewolf instead fell back to her most basal instincts. It was time to feast. And clothes would just get in the way. Elaina casually slipped out of her sundress in a fluid motion while Vera busied herself in the fridge. The undergarments came off next, panties and bra tossed aside, leaving Elaina and her tan-colored underside fully-bare to the kitchen at large. Her own plump breasts jiggled when she swayed her way to Vera, and the belly grumbled the loudest it had since her friend arrived. She saw the maned wolf’s ears perk at that, and couldn’t help but smile wider.

“Wow, you are hungry,” Vera noted, shaking her head and dusting her hands off. Something was off, though… The maned wolf’s fur was standing on end, almost trying to warn her about something. But what could possibly be threatening in a friend’s kitchen? She pulled out and turned to face Elaina. “Sorry but I really don’t see any ham in here. Are you sure you… bought… it?” Vera stared blankly back at her nude werewolf friend, the naked critter’s tail swishing from side to side in great eagerness. The eyes shone brightly with that starving glint Vera’d picked up on earlier, and little puddles of drool were starting to form on the linoleum.

Elaina didn’t give Vera a chance to react. In a flash Vera found herself pinned against the fridge by the shoulders, strong werewolf claws holding her in place. With a fierce, cruel smile on her lips, Elaina’s jaws split open to reveal a wide, cavernous maw. Copious amounts of built up drool slobbered out to the floor and down Elaina’s fur. A thick tongue unfurled and hot, eager breaths puffed over Vera’s face. The maned wolf’s eyes were locked back at the pulsating eager gullet of her friend, and a fresh belly growl was what it took to finally snap her out of it. “E-Elaina no!!!” Vera cried out in sudden shock. In her panic she’d gone stiff, just as the widened werewolf jaws slammed down over her terrified muzzle and head.

All that pent-up aggression and desire roared throughout Elaina in triumph. Her tongue greedily slathered all over the devoured head of her friend, while hands pressed roughly against the pinned shoulders, squeezing and pulling them up into Elaina’s mouth. From those hands were produced a vicious set of claws. While Vera squealed and cried out with her snout pressed against the gullet, Elaina ravenously tore her clothes away. The claws made short work of her outerwear, quickly reducing Vera down to naught but a set of panties of her own. Elaina’s eyes widened with glee as she ripped the underwear in half, exposing Vera’s fully-nude form to her lustful vision. The mane’d wolf’s breasts bounded around when Vera tried to push against the hungry werewolf, and the tail thrashed, half-pinned against the fridge and her own rear. Elaina easily fought down the struggles while drooling all the more now that the sight of her meal was no longer encumbered by fabric. The werewolf tail dusted across the floor while Vera coughed and sputtered against all that saliva buildup. Then it was all sucked away, Elaina thrusting her head down and swallowing Vera’s muzzle down her gullet with a sudden GLP!

“Mmmmffff!!” a bulging outline down Elaina’s furry neck cried out. Vera’s hands thrashed every which way they could, which wasn’t far as the werewolf had her upper arms pinned forcefully to her sides. Vera’s whole head was swallowed down in a second  gulp, forcing her shoulders and the top half of her chest into the salivating werewolf maw. The slimy squishy throat muscles churned eagerly around Vera, pinning her ears against her body and forcing her to listen to every noise the voracious werewolf’s body produced. She clenched her eyes shut in the blackened tunnel and screamed. She quickly found her world turned over with her body bent down the esophagus, head upside-down and slurching closer to the groaning werewolf belly.

Elaina murred throughout Vera’s entire ordeal, the flavors the maned wolf possessed far outstripping any dead slab of meat could hope to achieve. The endorphins released from succumbing were intoxicating, and the meal she was devouring was more than enough to please the belly that awaited such a fine meal. She worked her jaws and forced each of Vera’s plump breasts in, tongue nestled between them and greedily slurping all around the pink fur. Vera tried to reach for those jaws before her sensitive chest was eaten, but her arms remained pinned and the angle was too awkward for her to do so. Rivulets of drool ran freely down Vera’s whole body with so much of her stuck in the jaws and throat, the saliva matting down other parts of the fur on their way down and serving as a guiding path for Elaina’s muzzle to follow.

And she was more than happy to do so. Elaina paused a moment to fully enjoy the meaty taste of Vera’s breasts, her cheeks bulging out with all the maned wolf she had crammed into her jaws. The werewolf tongue greedily slithered around the juicy mounts and pushed them apart, each one thrust into a cheek, before they sprang back together, flooding Elaina’s tongue with wonderful flavors. Vera let out another high-pitched wail when the next powerful GLRK pulled those boobs down into Elaina’s throat. They squelched together to fit in the gullet and the strong gulp pulled them down with ease, Vera crying out in discomfort. The breasts, now stuck tightly together, bulged the werewolf neck out distinctively. Every gulp to follow made them jiggle slightly even when compacted in the throat. The malleable meat was squeezed and squelched with more of Vera sliding inward, Elaina’s hands running down to Vera’s wrists as her tongue slid across the maned wolf’s belly. Vera flexed her hands into fists and rotated them about, all she could do while they were held against her hips. Her legs were too awkwardly-positioned to do much, and her tail thrashed in panic. Elaina squelched her jaws down against Vera’s belly and purred, sinking harmlessly into the pliant fur and flab she dined on. Another series of swallows devoured more of Vera into the starving werewolf, with Vera’s belly disappearing behind hungry jaws. Those clenching fists filtered in after with Vera attempting to clutch at Elaina’s muzzle with outstretched fingers, but easily slipped past them into her mouth.

With half the maned wolf devoured Elaina began to straighten out. Vera’s many obvious bulges puffed out across the tan fur: Her face was frozen in that of abject horror and a silent scream, and her compressed boobs divided Elaina’s own thick mounds. Vera’s snout was budged up against the sphincter of the stomach, the muscle slowly squelching open around the maned wolf muzzle to accept Vera properly into the growling slimy belly that awaited her. Elaina huffed out a breath through her nose, Vera feeling the wind blowing over her lower back, rear end, and tail. The werewolf grunted and heaved, her claws thrust up against the bottom of Vera’s thighs as she rocked her head upward, carrying her hefty meal with her. A few thick GLRKs immediately followed  just as Elaina got her muzzle pointed upward towards the ceiling, a fresh squeal echoing out from her innards with Vera’s head sloshing messily into the groaning werewolf stomach. Once Elaina was positioned her claws returned to Vera’s hips, sensually squeezing at the plumpest part of her meal and cupping around her friend’s buttcheeks. Vera cried out when she was felt up, her speech garbled by saliva and stomach fluids drenched around the bottom of the stomach. “Hrk, Elaina, please! D-don’t eat me, let me out! PLEASE!” Muffled as they were, the werewolf’s ears flicked, picking them up clearly.

And she didn’t care.

Elaina’s eyes bore into the cheeks before her muzzle, guiding her paws around to the back of the protruding rump and massaging around them. Her jaws continued to work, guiding the base of Vera’s thrashing tail into her saliva-coated maw, along with the top of the rump she was admiring. Vera felt hot drool sneak down her furry butt, leaking down either side of her hips and collecting down her crevice as well. As more of her backside slowly squelched inward (making progress with several small, potent swallows from her former werewolf friend), Vera kicked with all her might. Those maned wolf legs flailed and scissored with little rhyme or reason through the air of the kitchen, her tail occasionally joining the fray by swishing about wildly between them. Elaina murred at all the struggling she saw and felt down her body, running her hands around the luscious ass and hips Vera sported until she grasped to her meal’s sides. The werewolf’s eyes drooped, barely open, another strong swallow slipping more of the maned wolf into her belly. Vera squeaked when she began curling in on her self, breasts bounding out from the tightly-packed esophagus and making use of what space was available in the belly. Slimy goo dripped from Vera’s head, chest, and arms, making her shiver in fright, knowing exactly what was going to happen to her should Elaina swallow her completely whole! “Elaina!!”

GLURK! The werewolf squeezed her hands to compress her friend’s hips together and chomped forward with swollen jaws, devouring the rest of Vera’s butt into the moist cavern beyond her teeth. She took her time running her tongue over the well-matted fur, idly watching Vera’s legs kick and flail futilely past half-lidded eyes. Several stronger swallows followed up, Vera’s butt soon bulging out the tan-colored furry chest of Elaina, the bulging belly sticking out further with every satisfying ULK. Only Vera’s tail and legs protruded past the slobbering werewolf jaws, and were not long for the world with Elaina picking up the pace. The widest parts of the maned wolf were completely devoured, leaving the easiest part of the meal struggling in vain before her. Elaina tossed her head up and back to assist, fresh squeals from her stomach emanating out and actually encouraging her to finish up. The more they squirmed, the happier her body responded, belly thrashing about, screams mixed with grumbling growls.

Vera’s legs and tail were half their usual size before long and shrinking every second. Every other second there was the sound of a small swallow as the maned wolf was further polished off. Vera cringed feeling more hot drool trickling down to the last of her body that was as-of-yet un-devoured. And she groaned groaned when she slid messily across the walls of the belly, mostly bent into an upright sitting position in a pool of saliva and stomach acid. The only difference was that her butt and legs still dangled from the stomach sphincter, leaving her bent in a very uncomfortable position with her muzzle pressed against her belly. With arms free Vera beat against the walls, to no effect, flailing her feet all she could in the process before they too were sucked in. 

Elaina felt and watched the last vain struggles from her scrumptious meal with delight. More of the tail slurped in past Vera’s twitching feet, soon aligning with the un-devoured paws. Elaina took her hands and, with a cruel smirk, placed them against the flats of Vera’s feet. Vera shuddered, feeling her friend chuckle, Elaina pressing hard against the last protruding parts of Vera and giving them a shove. She timed a thick GLP to the push, tongue lapping up at the final remnants of what had become the werewolf’s Easter dinner. Vera let out a wail of despair when her feet slid across the werewolf’s tongue and her tail was slurped completely into closed jaws, furry lips sealed completely, trapping Vera forever. The maned wolf now felt naught but the heated slimy insides of her hungry friend. Elaina uttered out guttural murr, pausing to enjoy the last vain moments of suffering and squirming, before flicking her head up one last time and swallowing Vera whole with a wet, elongated GLRRRRK!

Vera’s remaining bulges sank fast, the maned wolf panicking as she suddenly dropped from above and splattered into the awaiting fluids of the belly. She flinched as acids splashed up against her face, sending the terrified wolf into a frenzy of trying to brush herself free from the dangerous liquid. Elaina’s stomach distended fully with a wobbling slorsh with Vera now eaten alive and swallowed completely whole. Various Vera-shaped bumps and bulges realized across the plush tan fur with muffled cries for mercy showing themselves in the outline of a petrified maned wolf muzzle. The werewolf moaned in ecstasy, licking and smacking her lips loudly and squeezing her claws against her protruding bellyflesh. She pinched and rubbed vigorously as she waddled lazily back into the living room, taking a seat atop a wide ottoman. Vera yelped in the darkness when her small fleshy prison compressed further, the werewolf’s belly slapping flat onto the coffee table in front of it and squeezing outward. Vera’s yelp turned into a horrified squeal, her legs, butt, lower belly and tail swimming in gooey stinging stomach fluids. “Uurp~” Elaina belched, claws pushing down her groaning stomach, clutching to the fatty parts and Vera bulges. An elongated guuuurrgglllll flowed out from the eager distended belly while the werewolf pleasantly rubbed away at it, her breasts jostling to the motions, tail swishing merrily along the ottoman she sat upon. Vera was beside herself with fear, arms and legs distended to try and give room, shouting incoherently to be let out, the lack of oxygen and building puddle of stomach acids getting to the maned wolf.

Elaina did nothing but sit there as her friend grew quieter and the churning roils of her belly grew louder. Everything was a haze for the sated werewolf, so full and satisfied that nothing else mattered. The oven remained on, the clock ticked away, hours banging out at appropriate intervals. Her stomach’s loud glorps and groans smoothed out the protesting bulges, leaving Elaina’s tan protruding mass a smoother, rounder shape, sloshing loudly whenever she deigned her claws to do so. Every so often she would reach under her belly and lift the churning mass, feeling a last twitch or protest from within, only to drop it with a thud against the table it rested on. She’d then resume rubbing over the top and sides, further encouraging her stomach to digest Vera away. The werewolf’s furry mounds along her chest stuck out and jiggled as her arms continually moved, the breasts fattening up along with her hips and rear, belly maintaining a significant paunch of its own, Vera digesting away to fatty nutrients. 

It was dark, many hours passed, when Elaina finally came down from the post-food werewolf-induced high. “O-oh wow… ooorp... what a meal.” She still rubbed unconsciously at her distended belly, leaning forward and massaging the still slightly-churning organ. She continued that way for several minutes, tail flicking away to the tick of the clock, until she felt a pressure build up in her stomach. Elaina puffed her cheeks out and threw a paw to her muzzle, but tore it away as her jaws opened up and a window-shaking uuuurrrrraaaap rang from her jaws. A spray of saliva flew from her mouth, as well as an intact maned wolf skull, the bone rolling across the floor to a stop on its side. Elaina wiped her jaws clean with the back of her hand and stared down at the expelled skull. Her eyes tracked aimlessly for a moment… then widened. “Oh my God… Vera?”

Elaina jumped to her feet, groaning as her newfound weight jostled around her body and threatened her balance. “Vera?!” The werewolf traipsed around the house. She noted the oven was still on and turned it off, nearly tripping over discarded clothes along the linoleum floor. Including her Easter sundress… What was it doing on the floor? Why was she naked? Elaina grabbed the dress off the floor and tossed it over her shoulder, pausing when she caught the whiff of rotting ham from outdoors. Why was everything not where it should be? Including Vera. But there was no sign of her friend. 

10 disappointing minutes later Elaina returned to the living room and flumped down into her chair, tossing her dress aside and remaining nude. Her belly settled between her thickened hips and uttered out a grrrn of satisfaction as it settled. She idly licked her lips, then made a yuck face in disgust. “Oh God, Vera… I’m so sorry...” With her instincts sated, all Elaina was left with was regret and sorrow. The werewolf stifled a sniffle and gently rubbed over her bulging stomach like one does with a pregnant belly. Almost like enough gentle coaxing would bring her maned wolf friend back to life. “I thought I had this problem licked, Vera, I swear… On my life I would not have invited you over today if I’d known I was gonna do this to you...” She glanced over to the couch Vera lounged on, then over to the kitchen where the tattered remains of the maned wolf’s clothes rested. Elaina couldn’t bring herself to clean up now. It was everything she could to keep it together. Any other disturbance was sure to set her off...

Elaina jumped at the ring of her clock. 12 chimes sounded out before giving away to the gentler clicks and the idle groans from the stomach. The werewolf bowed her head and devolved into sobs, covering her face with her hands. The urges had passed. Easter was over. And Elaina once more found herself without a good friend to cheer her up. Vera joined other past friends of the cursed wolf as pudge along the plumped-up body. Fuel for the desires that would plague Elaina for the next victim she’d befriend in a vain effort to have a normal life.