When the Predators Became the Prey 

Part 2. 

by Sherry Domino

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The birds were chirping, a soft breeze as stirring the branches and casting the scent of a cooking breakfast. While it smelled delicious, the slumbering doe had not interesting in eating. Jane opened her eyes to the morning sun and shook her head on the pillows. 

“Ugh!!!” a far cry from the orgasmic shouts of yesterday, the groans of the sick took their place. 

Jane clasped a hand over her eyes. The afternoon sun had soothed her, the morning sun was her tormentor. 

“I thought if I- ‘urp’ did this enough it would go away!” 

Her head seemed to throb harder in defiance. 

‘hic! ugh…’

“Stupid Hangover!” rubbing her had over her muzzle. Her head ached, her mouth felt like was full of fuzz, she really needed a bath and it felt like two people were sitting on her chest. 

With a loud groan, Jane unwillingly wrenched her eyes open. She immediately regretted it, as usual. There was no use in putting off the inevitable, though, and Jane kept her eyes open. She stared up at the ceiling, waiting for the hut to stop spinning before turning her gaze downward. Seeing her lower paws was normally an impossibility as her big tits blocked the view. Now, it she could barely see anything past her chest. Her already impressive pair of tits had grown into a pair of massive gazongas, ones so big they could have carried a two year old fawn inside of them. Her nipples, once invisible beneath her light brown fur has since grown along with her breasts and clearly visible. The dark, engorged areola contrasted with her pale fur and her nipples were fully erect and as hard as rocks. Painfully so. 

Both of the massive mounds were wobbling slightly, shaken into motion by Jane’s breath and pulse. Said breath came in short gasps as their heavy weight compacted her lungs into the size of socks. Already, trickles of pure, white milk were leaking from the tips, trailing down across the vast expanse of tit flesh. 

Jane breathed hard through her compacted lungs and rubbed her massive melons. 
“So…Full” echoing the words said about her belly, only this time they were spoken through gritted teeth. Her tits were sore, aching, and rubbing them made Jane feel better than she had in weeks. They hurt so good and Jane would do it all over again. 

She shifted on the matted and sweaty cushions. Her upper body was more of a challenge so she settled for shifting her waist. As she moved her hips, she noticed that they felt different. They felt higher off the cushions than normal. 

Reluctantly, she moved her hands from her dairy tanks and traced down the sides of her body before reaching her wide hips and then moving downward. She felt her rear end. Then she felt it some more. Then she squeezed it and then groped it. She kneaded her fingers into the plush flesh. 

“Bambianos be Praised!” 

The leopard had down her job well. In addition to feeding her tits, Jane’s ass had received a generous contribution as well. Having explored herself plenty of times since the war began, Jane could definitely tell that her rear end had grown. 

Jane was rocked out of her pleasurable gaze with her still hungover head gave another painful throb. Her hand left her butt and clasped to her forehead once again. 

With great effort, Jane rolled unto her side. The effort caused her newly inflated tits to wobble and throb painfully and not in a sexy way. Their enriched contents sloshed to and fro inside their fleshy containers. 

Jane could only moan in the exhilarating collision between agony and ecstasy that warred within her changed form.

“Slaanesh…”

The exhilaration only increased as wandering paws finally located their prize. Still reclining on the couch, Jane groped and fondled her new butt and the other dived between her legs. Her tits were providing more than enough sensation on their own. Her paws sank into soft flesh and wet folds and the deer’s nerves electrified. Both paws soon focused on their delightful tasks. 

Her mouth was still dry and her head was only marginally less painful and Jane Doe loved it. The sensations were addictive! Who ever said that war was hell?” 

Jane shook and writhed and her tongue hung out of one side of her muzzle. Jane was ready for some morning delight…

“Oh Yes!!”

The pink curtains were flung open. 

“Gaah!!!” Jane’s questing fingers were forced to end their fun times and begin the more critical task of covering their mistress’s still sensitive eyes. Said Mistress’s hangover returned in full force. Seems fickle fate decided she’d had enought…
“Look who finally woke up” Jane’s ears pressed against her skull at the sharp female voice coming from a not quite as voluptuous but still quite voluptuous figure framed in the doorway. 

“You do know that other deer need to use this hut…dear.” Underneath the paws covering her face Jane groaned again, both from the bad pun and the light the was refusing to diminish. 

The figure framed by the light let out her own groan and walked across the rugs to the expanded deer. 

“Here…drink this.” It was order, not an offer

Rubbing her eyes, Jane slowly adjusted to morning and looked up. Her elder and superior, Joan Doe was standing above her, her face a mask of sternness. She held out a plain wooden cup. Jane was well aware of what was inside of it but took anyway. She immediately poured it down her throat. Hesitation would only make it worse. Jane’s face scrunched with displeasure as the foul tasting beverage hit her mouth. This time, the person who had brewed the potion, tried to cover the acrid taste of the herbs with an extract of berries. The result was a sickly sweet and sour concoction that was not pleasant to the taste. Nonetheless, it was cold and it was wet and Jane found herself eagerly gulping the whole thing down with almost as much gusto as the leopard she had consumed the day before. 

Speaking of which…

“Guess that leopard tramp was a good catch after all.” 

Joan’s critical gaze bored in Jane’s wobbling bosom. Now that attention had been drawn to them, Jane suddenly realized that her massive tits were still leaking and the vital fluid was starting to pool at the base of her love mountains. 

“Yes…she was quite the prize” 

No sense putting off the inevitable. Jane heaved herself off of the couch. Her head still swam a a bit and her altered center of gravity threatened to topple her. Jane managed to stay upright and her tits jiggled like two bowls of jelly. 

Joan placed her hands on her own wide hips. 

“Damn, girl. You better get yourself to the nursery soon and get some fawns on them quick.”

She leaned over a gave the younger deer a poke in her tight boobs. 

“You look like one of their bad, uneven drawings” 

Jane scowled at Joan’s smirk and swatted away the poking fingers before sporting her own smirk at what lay beneath Joan’s own impressive rack. 

She snaked her hands under her big girls. 

“At least these…” hefting their weight. (with no small amount of effort)
“…will be gone soon enough.” She let the breasts pool back into her lap. 

“Unlike certain other things” 

Joan glared down and Jane who fearlessly smirked back. Joan then grumbled and crossed her arms with a defiant upturn of her chin. The action only served to emphasize what Jane had mentioned. 

Despite being several years older than Jane, the deer was as fit and fertile as any follower of Bambianos. Her first leopard meal had come with an expected consequence. Ever since, Joan had sported a rather significant pot belly of soft, yielding flesh. No matter how hard Joan fought, ran, swam, climbed or rutted, it would not go away. 

To her annoyance, she was often mistaken for being with fawn. Before the war, Joan had prided herself on her thin, fit figure. Since the war began and donning the mantle of a New Predator, Joan grimaced constantly at the pot belly that seemed permanent now.

“I’m not pregnant!” was quickly becoming Joan’s catchphrase. 

“Stop looking at it!” she snapped down at Jane. Jane giggled and averted her gaze from the plump belly, that was straining the captured Leopard uniform, no matter how hard Joan tried. Joan noticed the giggle and was about to let one of her signature tongue lashings when suddenly. 

“BUUURRRPPPP” 

Both deer’s eyes widened. Both of them had heard similar sounds before and they were always from their own mouths. The two deer moved quickly outside the pink curtains, one with significantly more difficulty. 

Sure enough, emerging into the clearing was a deer younger than both of them and her slim figure was preceded by the popped belly button and stuffed belly bursting out of a torn uniform, filled with squirming, struggling prey. 

The doe had both arms wrapped around her bulging belly and her face contorted with a rather sick expression. Apparently, holding down her meal was a challenge for her. 

“Burp! Oh…uh, was this hut…urp! taken? hiccup! ugh…”

It was clearly the young one’s first or second time being a New Predator. It was made even more apparent by the young doe’s gut. 

Jane had seen and worn her own share of deer guts but this one was caught her attention and not in a good way. 

“churn, gurgle, urgle”

Whatever cat was inside the young one’s belly, it was a particularly troublesome meal. The doe was struggling just to stand. Not all that unusual considering, but her belly as shaking to and fro rather violently. It was actively trying to topple her. 

“Great Bambianos. What have you got in there!?” Joan walked over and pressed her hands against the shifting mass. At the touch, the does titanic belly rumbled, louder than ever, and her face became even more pained. 

Before Jane could shout a warning or Joan could take heed, the doe’s cheeks puffed and: 

“Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrpppp!”

Jane had remained out of the danger zone but Joan received the full brunt. The plump doe was showered with spit and with a wet ‘splat’ and a soggy wad of purple fabric ended up draped over Joan’s nose. 

Jane would have laughed at her elder’s misfortune but there was actually little humor to be had. The young doe looked absolutely horrified. 

“Oh Bamb. I’m so sorry! I -OW!!!” The doe cried out in pain and clasped her belly that seems to wobble and bob with even more ferocity now. Whatever was in there was a stubborn thing. 

“Growl” went her belly once again and a sickening expression came over her once again. Her tongue hung out the side of her muzzle before drawing it back in to swallow a mouthful of bile. Needless to say…her meal was not agreeing with her. 

“Agh! Uuuurrrrppp!” The doe finally could no longer take it and fell gracelessly to her her rump and clutched at her shifting belly. She looked like she was about to go into labor not digestion. Jane had enough and moved past the still frozen Joan and knelt beside the younger deer, the pain in her jiggling boobs forgotten. Drops of milk sprayed. 

“What’s your name?”

‘hic!’ “Faline.” ‘Burp’

‘Churn, Glorp’

“Faline. My name is Jane” She reached out began to stroke Faline’s gurgling belly. 

Joan gritted her teeth and delicately peeled the wet fabric of her muzzle. Soggy fabric was extremely uncomfortable as both Jane and Joan had experienced on the march. 

“You-“ Joan started to say something before she spotted something in the sodden folds of the fabric. 

“This is the Seal of the Anllowe Cabal. Do you have an assassin in there?” 

“Bleh…y-yes” Faline swallowed bile again. 

“The sixth regiment stormed one of their hideouts-“ ‘hic’ “Last night” 

As if summoned by the words, the new prey inside her belly seemed to catch a second wind and struggle more furiously than ever. The strained belly jostled and churn. Hands and paws erupted from beneath the stretched flesh. Faline whimpered and tears began fall from eyes. 

“It hurts!”

“Here Faline. this will help” she reached down…

Faline had closed her eyes at the pain and when she opened them again, she found her muzzle was full of boob. Jane hefted her massive tit and worked the straining nipple into Faline’s shocked muzzle. 

“Drink” 

Faline’s belly cramped painfully for the umpteenth time and relented to Jane. Anything to stop the pain!

Jane gasped as warmth enveloped her sensitive nipple. She gasped louder when Faline began to suck. 

Joan who had since been forgotten by the pair, tossed away the soggy fabric fragment and regarded the two young deer wrapped up in each other. Jane’s eyes were once again hooded and the soft blue iris regarded her superior. Faline eyes were closed as she tasted. 

Realizing the two of them would be useless for another few hours, Joan threw up her hands and walked towards the edge of the clearing, back to her unit. 

“So unprofessional” 

She tried to ignore the feeling of her belly fat jiggling in time with her marching. 

The two deer left behind had more important things to deal with now. Jane’s gasps turned into coos as she felt the first trickles milk leave her nipples and slide down Faline’s throat. Soon, the trickles turned into a steady flow of cream, pouring into Faline’s eager mouth. 

Faline was apprehensive at first but as soon as Jane’s milk hit her mouth, all apprehension was forgotten and she began to suck with as much enthusiasm as a newborn fawn. Gulp after gulp of rich milk flowed into her body and slowly, the pain in her belly began to fade. 

The coo’s of Jane gateway to moans as once again, sweat began to mat her fur. Lower regions were starting to become matted as well. 

In a fit of bliss, Jane brought her hand up and pressed Faline’s head deeper into her breast. Faline ran her tongue over and over the sensitive nipple to coax more milk from them. Stars began to appear in Jane’s eyes. It was like receiving her predator sigils all over again. Every inch of her skin sang in rapture. The sigils, though, were merely energizing. This, was pure pleasure. Jane closed and the tingling sensation in her boobs magnified with the engorged flesh shifted. She could feel the essence of the leopard prey she had devoured throughout her body. Now, it was flowing into this young doe.

Had this happened earlier, Jane might have spare a though for the possibility of other deer stumbling onto the pair. One who had a massive, squirming belly and the other with a pair of gigantic, jiggling bosoms. As Faline pressed down on the nipple she was nursing, thoughts of anyone other than themselves were quickly forgotten. 

Faline raised her free hand from the side of her belly and brought it up to Jane’s other breast and squeezed.

“Oh yes, Oh Yes!!!” Jane’s voice echoed through the trees. 

Faline’s prey still shook her belly and it continued to gurgle but as the milk flowed into its depths, the magically energized fluid strengthened and invigorated the fleshy walls of the carnivore’s prison. 

It struggled on for a little while longer, causing lumps and bumps to appear on the otherwise smooth surface of Faline’s belly. Jane and Faline had long since succumbed to orgasmic bliss and the prey was quickly forgotten as their cries rang out through the wood. 

Joan was back in her own hut reviewing supply manifests when her ears perked. 

“Oooh Ahhh” such cries were common enough around the Deer camps but it didn’t make her job any easier. Joan rolled her eyes with a groan and turned back to her paperwork. She tried to ignore how her pot belly was beginning to growl and drool began to fill her muzzle. 

“Maybe we should gone with making philosophers stones out leopard prisoners. Do we really have to go through all this?”

Joan’s stomach growled and answered the question for her. 

****
For the second time, Jane blinked herself awake with the light of the sun. Instead of azure cushions this time, it was soft, green grass on her back. What had not change was the headache, her mouth feeling like it was full of cobwebs and her lower regions being uncomfortably sticky. To top it off, there was still a tremendous weight on her chest. 

“Burp!”

Jane shot upright. Her reduced but still huge bosom wobbled in delight. Tangled in her legs was Faline, whose belly was at long last, free of the bumps and bulges and now was smooth, firm flesh. 

The doe whom the belly was attached too was lolling around with a hand to her short, blond tresses and the other was clutching her belly. 

Jane felt a soft smile grace her lips. Not to long ago, she was going through the exact same thing as this young one. Failing to sleep or being jolted awake by the passing of gas both inside and outside of her body. 

“Feeling better?” reaching across her chest to stroke the soft dome of Faline’s belly. 

Faline hiccuped again and let out a firm belch. 

“Ugh. I feel like a swallowed a mountain of raw bread dough.” Her belly gurgled sharply in response and Faline pressed a hand against the fleshy mountain. When the hand pressed inward, her belly visibly shook and gurgled once more. Jane swore she could actually see the bubble of gas escape Faline’s belly, travel up her through and then…

“Braap!” ‘huch’ ‘ptooey’

This time, Faline managed to keep the other deer out of the danger zone and coughed up what was clearly and hairball out onto the grass next to the reclining pair. 

“Yuck” Faline wiped her mouth with back of her. Her sigils flickered briefly under her fur before fading. Jane scowled at that. The sorcery that made of the Blessing of Consumation made it so that every ounce of flesh, crumb of bone, and strand of hair would be broken down and rendered into power to fuel the might of the deer. Jane made a mental note to have Faline revisit the shaman and not the same one who applied the sigils the first time. 

“C’mon fawn. Let’s get you inside to sleep that off” patting her gut. With great effort of her sore body, Jane managed to peel herself off of the grass. To Faline’s credit, she tried to get to her paws as well, but it was a lost cause from the get go. 

Faline’s own boobs had grown with the influx of nourishment but still were only a few sizes larger than before. Nowhere near the goliaths that Jane were and still are. The first times were usually practice runs for lack of a better term. 

Faline gritted her teeth and attempted to push herself up. The bread dough analogy was unfortunately right on the money. Even though carnivore had long been reduced to mound of goop, it still would not give up easily. The fleshy sphere shifted and oozed as Faline struggled to rise. The tremendous weight of processed meat was pinning her down and Faline gripped her new love handles in order to heft her newfound weight. The belly was a living thing and actively bounced and jiggle as if deliberate avoiding its owners attempts to corral it into submission. 

Jane was a kind soul but was not above taking some schadenfreude is someone else’s misfortune. Part of the delight in rising in the ranks of the New Predators was amusing themselves in watching the new-New Predators struggle with their own meals and carrying their new weight. Joan had down it to her and Jane had done it herself. 

Faline started to cry again after falling forward on her belly. Acting as a cushion to belly carried the doe over end until her chin was resting against the ground and her legs stood in the air. Fun was fun but enough was enough. 

“Come on Deer” reaching toward the sniffling doe. Luckily, while still huge, Jane’s Leopard enhanced boobs had shrunk enough after the improvised milking session that she had enough room to grip Faline underneath her. 

Faline stopped struggling through her tears as she felt small but strong hands grip her waist and more distractingly, two warm, fuzzy, orbs came to swallow her head. To both Jane and Faline’s relief, they had stopped leaking but Jane could still feel the milk filling them up. 

“You need to find some fawns…or at least some teenage bucks.” Faline noted with some irritation as the full books kept mashing over her head. 

Jane scowled slightly, feeling the sexy times pass. Lifting up the bloated doe, they made their way over to the hut where the snow leopard had met her end. 

“I may look like I need to find some fawns” said Jane as they walked across the rugs. She reached down and gave Faline’s belly a firm swat, causing her to belch again. 

“You,  on the other paw, look like you’re about to drop some fawns.

Faline tried to give Jane a dirty look and Jane a superior look but the two does soon dissolved into giggles as they made their way over to the cushions, Faline rubbing her globular gut. 

Jane and Faline fussed over the tattered uniform Faline was still wearing. After few minutes Jane gave up and used her discarded knife off the floor to slice the whole thing off. Plenty more where that came from. 

“Oh Bambianos!” said Faline as she sunk into the soft cushions, her belly made a few satisfied sounds of its own. The candles in the hut had since burned out and there was a mustiness in the air now but Faline seemed very much at ease. 

Faline belched again, this time more gently, and set about rubbing her fuzzy belly. 

Jane saw the signs of the food coma overtaking Faline but as much as she was loath to do so, she needed some questions answered. 

Laying a hand on the warm surface of Faline’s belly, her tits squishing up against it, Jane spoke:

“So there actually is an assassin of the Cabal in there?” 

Faline’s blissful look melted away and was replaced by shame and embarrassment. 

“I don’t want to talk about it.” she said. Jane did.  

“Do I need to make it an order” raising an eyebrow. 

Faline looked sadly up at her before turning her head away and closing her eyes.

“It was my first mission as a new Predator. I just received my sigils three days ago. We ransacked one of their caves.” 
She winced as her belly gave a sharp cramp. 

“Oh! I think that was a bone! I wish could hack up hair and bones in pellets like owls!”

Jane moved into action and knelt on her knees by Faline’s waist. Making sure her boobs were out of the way, she extended her arms and sank her fingers into the soft, yielding flesh of Faline’s belly. The plumpness billowed out between her strong fingers. It was soft and warm but a few deep pushes, much to Faline’s pleasure, revealed a still hard core at the center. With a determined look, Jane kneaded the flesh, harder and faster. Faline cooed and gasped at Jane’s strong fingers. 

“You were saying” Jane said. Her voice was gentle but firm, Faline would fall asleep soon, no matter what and Jane did not feel like waiting on her. 

She snorted, now she actually knew what Joan felt like…

Faline gave a small yawn. There was still time. Jane continued to massage the churning gut as she was taught by the shamans. 

“After the base was captured, we took several prisoners and tied them up as usual- Oh right there! Then several of members of the squad brought one of the assassin’s newer recruits to me and told me to swallow her.” 

Faline’s face darkened as she remembered the earlier pain. Jane switched tactics and began to stroke Faline’s belly, trying to put her at ease. 

“I tried to tell them! I really did! I kept saying we needed to follow the rites as decreed to us by the Shaman’s and Bambianos! Put them sleep, use the nerve draught, but they wouldn’t listen!”

Jane kept stroking. Faline stretched and snuggled into the pillows, as if the comfort would drive away the memories. 

They kept telling me that Bambianos’ respected strength now that the roles had been reversed. Her belly groaned and for the third time, tears reached Faline’s eyes. 

“I tried to refuse…but they made me! They made me eat the leopard when it was wide awake and not drugged! She struggle so hard on the way down. It hurt so much! I tried to spit the leopard out but the others held me down and pushed it down my throat!” The plump doe sniffled. 

“The shaman’s told me the first prey would be the hardest but what they made me do!” Faline started to sob in ernest.

“There, there. It’s over now…You did well. One less leopard to cut down our homes and you will feel better than ever when its fully digested. Trust me, you’ll want to do it again and I’ll make sure it’s done right!”

Under Jane Doe’s expert ministrations, Faline soon cried herself out and bliss and contentment soon took its place. Jane kept up a neutral expression but inwardly she was scowling fiercely. 
Faline’s story was becoming more and more common as the war dragged on and more carnivores were being devoured. Jane’s earlier snow leopard meal was a scroll perfect consumption. 

Calm, middle of the day, the prey drugged and bound, easy slide down the throat and a fairly calm digestion. 

Among the younger New Predators, a grim hazing ritual was becoming disturbingly frequent. Forcing freshly christened does to consume prey that was wide awake and with any calming potions. The process was exceedingly unpleasant and more than one doe had perished due to the prey trying to claw themselves out. 

It could only be a side affect of consuming such aggressive beings. 

Faline wasn’t wrong, Jane’s own first time was one of the creepiest feelings she had ever experienced, feeling a living thing squirm inside her, her skin stretched to such an extent. This hazing was too much, though. 

Faline could have been injured or even killed. If that were to happen, the magic strengthening her body would have faded and the prey could have torn themselves out. 

Jane shuddered to think what would happen were such an event to occur. The secret would be out and the leopards, not to mention the other predator kingdoms, would fight harder than ever. They would probably just burn down the whole forest. 

“What’s your regiment again? Who-“ but Jane’s inquiry was severed by Faline’s light snores. 

Jane sighed. Oh well…she could ask her later. Jane was determined though to end this hazing ritual once and for all. Her flat stomach gurgled in anticipation. 

Jane massaged the dozing doe’s peacefully gurgling belly, lulling Faline into a deeper sleep. The hut was soon filled with her peaceful snores. As Jane watched her sleep, Jane was tempted to spoon her own body into Faline’s own warmness but the ache in her tits had returned and thusly Jane rose to her feet. As with all previous occasions, the motion caused her huge boobs to jiggle and bounce. Jane winced at the familiar pain and grimaced when she felt them start to leak again. 

Cursing silently under her breath, Jane took a last, longing look at the peacefully sleeping Faline before grabbing her cloak from its peg beside the curtains and darting out into the day that was turning into dusk. 

She only managed to make it to the edge of the clearing before her bouncing boobs hindered her effort. Jane groaned. Wondering why she didn’t think of this before, she leaned up against a tree and brought one of her nipples up to her muzzle. She took a few long gulps of her milk from one before doing the same the other. She let them both bounce against her torso. 

“It never tastes as good come from yourself as it does from another” Still, it made a feel a little better. She really could use a bath. Maybe she had been eating too many carnivores herself but the doe actually snarled and gathered up the vast expanse of boobs in her arms. The warm flesh billowed up to her chin like rising bread dough. 

“This isn’t as sexy anymore” her tone decidedly deadpan. Hefting her bust, Jane marched through the wood towards the torches that surrounded the main camp and voices from the troops came into hearing range. Upon hearing the many male voices, Jane had no doubt she would find many volunteers to help relieve her burden. 

“As is my duty” she recited. 

Jane Doe walked beneath the trees with a pair king sized hooters and an ass that looked like it belonged on a cow and to top it all off…

Beneath her tits, under a few layers of pudge, Jane’s empty stomach started to growl again. She sighed once again and spoke under her breath: 

“This has been fun…but I can’t wait for all this to be over. My figure can only take so much!”

Burp!


****End Part Two****

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