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With a long imposing trek into the relative unknown before her, she had stocked up well with gear and canned food with her granted allowance, simultaneously paying little heed to the warnings of the jaguar villagers about how she should steer clear of the deepest parts and stick to exploring the immediate surroundings of waterways or the coastline in order to 'avoid any trouble'. [i]After all a thorough exploration was what she was here for, right? s[/i]he thought when wrapping up her provisioning in order to head out.\n\n\n\nCarrying her heavy backpack had been the greatest hurdle on the first leg of her journey which had led her through small encampments of friendly hunter-gatherers who were selling their extra resources to the village – the warnings about the deep jungle had also grown more dire but the slender cheetahess had kept brushing them off while doing minor trading to stock up. Finally she had simply chosen a completely white area on the rather unclear map she had been given by the explorer's office to head there with the help of the compass, leaving even the narrowest trails behind in favour of making her way through the unknown.\n\n\n\nNow, after several days of uneventful trekking through unexplored territory while making notes both along the way and at camp, the false sense of security she's been lulled into has been broken…\n\n\n\n[i]'Chirp, ack! What is it? Who are you?'[/i] she exclaims when she's rudely awakened at dawn by being grabbed and jostled harshly, her tail flicking furiously as she tries to focus on the several figures milling around her. Moments later, she's dragged out of her tent and finds herself standing in the middle of a group of masked felines with crude spears aimed at her. [i]'Umm.. you speak my language?'[/i] she asks hastily after her sleepiness abruptly disappears.\n\n\n\nOne of the hostile looking jaguars suddenly points at Mira with his clawed finger. [i]'You – stranger! No allowed!'[/i] he hisses, before pausing to ogle the cheetahess' small campsite and all the equipment strewn around her campfire. Her camera seems to catch his attention, prompting him to step past Mira to pick it up and stick it close to her muzzle. [i]'View catcher – no! Put away!'[/i]\n\n\n\nSquirming restlessly and confused by the heavily accented broken language of the jaguar, Mira briefly gnashes her teeth before replying [i]'Put away – where?'[/i] and being rather surprised when the male jaguar jabs her belly hard enough to make her recoil. [i]'Wha- what?'[/i]\n\n\n\n[i]'[/i][i]Put – there'[/i] he retorts and emphasizes his words by nudging the tip of her muzzle with the camera, eliciting a gulp from her as speartips close in on her and thus she quickly snatches the camera to fiddle with it.\n\n\n\n[i]'Oooh… o-ok, I'll try!'[/i] she stammers once it becomes clear to her what she's expected to do, a strange sensation momentarily enveloping her belly. [i]Urgh, my stomach's going to hurt after this if I can even swallow it[/i], she grumbles mentally as she starts to try and fit the hard angular camera into her maw while waiting for saliva to pool up. To appease her unexpected adversariers she doesn't wait for long before stretching her jaws in order to fit the camera between them, wrapping her tongue around it to slather it with drool to make it easier to start cramming it into her gullet which soon strains from the large morsel.\n\n\n\nIn the meantime the jaguar troupe utters some approving growls at the sight of Mira's neck bulging from the camera as she struggles to swallow it, the cheetahess gagging with her eyes welling up with tears as the sharp angles of the camera drag over the tautly stretched lining of her esophagus… but just as she fears that she's going to end up with it stuck inside her neck, another jaguar steps closer to start kneading it rather effectively so that the camera almost seems to slide down on its own until it disappears inside Mira's chest. After a pregnant pause during which the cheetahess licks her chops nervously and lashes her tail from the odd sensations, the camera visibly plops into her stomach just under her bosom to make a vague bulge on her flat belly, leaving her to draw a deep breath. The thought [i]Doesn't feel good there at all, but I suppose I'll live… should get away as soon as possible![/i] flashes through her mind as she feels the camera settle uncomfortably against her stomach walls.\n\n\n\nHowever she barely has time to relax and lightly pat her belly before the arge male jaguar makes a sweeping motion with his spear, leaving it pointing at the campsite past the cheetahess. [i]'The rest – no – eat'[/i] he snarls with the rest shaking their spears at their puzzled target.\n\n\n\n[i]'You're saying the camere isn't enough? What do you mean 'the rest' – Wait, you can't be serious about fitting all my gear in there!'[/i] she exclaims when it suddenly dawns on her what he wants, a sinking feeling forming inside her belly when she points at the impression made by the camera in her stomach. The rather entusiastic nodding and spear-waving she receives in reply makes her maw dry up as she frantically looks around for an escape route, only to spot shadowy figures in the jungle all around her which further ties her stomach into knots around hard lump of the camera.\n\n\n\nBut despite her distraught squirming and wrangling of hands, there's clearly no way out of the torturous punishment as the jaguars gather around to start shoving random items at her, clearly intending her to execute the punishment herself – and after a number of increasingly threatening motions, Mira breaks down with her ears splayed against her skull, grabbing an unopened tin can to reluctantly cram it into her wide open maw. There's no way to chew it smaller, not that her teeth wouldn't break anyhow, so she resigns herself to swallow as hard as possible… thus under the hostile watchful eyes of the jaguar warriors, the second one of many painfully large lumps starts to go down her neck while she grimaces and strains her gullet muscles.\n\n\n\nShe's not given any time to protest once the tin can has gone far down enough to mostly disappear under her chest since another tin can is immediately thrust at her, and another, and then a flash light, and then a trekking boot, and then a tent spike due to the tent being rapidly torn down by two of her captors, all while her already upset stomach roils and convulses around the assortment of items which quite unmcomfortably grind against its walls. However she's not allowed to slow down despite her struggles and loudly growling belly, hence her initially slim midsection distends steadily from her supplies and gear which bulge out in worrisome ways as she continues to force items down her gullet.\n\n\n\nEventually, by the time the noon sun blazes high above the tree canopy to steadily add to the sweltering heat below, the cheetahess utters a stream of frantic chirps when sharp agony abruptly flashes through her midsection which she has by now managed to stuff enough to look quite pregnant. \n[i]'Eeep! Just give me a moment, I'm doing my best - my stomach's not made for this!'[/i] Mira grovels when the anguish intensifies and gingerly places a hand on the largest bulges, soon realizing the gear in her guts is being forced into her small intestine which protests the stretching – but not that she can help it especially when the jaguars immediately begin to prod her swollen belly with spears while she attempts to hold back nausea. \n[i]'Ok, ok! I get it… oowww!'[/i] she adds with a scowl after the worst pain fades to leave a ominous sensation of blocky items moving in her intestines. But the forced feeding continues…\n\n\n\nHours go past in a delirious flurry as her captors take a more active role in stuffing her after having merely watched her earlier, the leader making the occcasional 'Good good' comment as Mira's tent is ripped into smaller pieces which are rolled up tightly for her aching gullet and when her entire set of cookware is almost literally pushed down her throat and into her stomach given how awkwardly sized the pots are, the cheetahess nearly fainting at points from the effort and lack of air. The heat and humidity aren't helping either, so after the last pot the jaguars do grant her a short reprieve to let her catch her breath and settle down properly onto her knees as her enormously stuffed belly prevents her from standing any longer. Although the break hardly raises her spirits as she gets time to properly feel over her midsection and mentally assess her predicament, the incessant agonizing dull throbbing which radiates from all over her perilously lumpy belly not making her very hopeful.\n\n\n\n[i]I can't believe it, almost everything has fit in my stomach ~ Owwww ~ doesn't feel like it's going to to hold all my stuff for long though. - s[/i]he contemplates nervously after having fed herself balled-up underpants to satisfy the impatient looking jaguars, flicking her tail to and forth restlessly due to all the threatening random stings and sharp pains which flash through her innards. There's not much of left of her campsite though but the remains give her little comfort. [i]Ack, still the campfire left – I don't think my poor belly can handle that too at this point! Why did I ever think coming here was a good idea?[/i]\n\n\n\nBut there's escaping as her heavy and grossly swollen midsection pins her to the ground as it rests against her slender thighs, the mass of assorted gear within creating a constantly shifting pattern of bulges on her perilously tight furry hide whereas the uncontrollable peristalsis of her intestines makes her pupils widen each time something is forced further down the line in the rather cramped space within her. Whimpering from the constant torment, she gradually leans forward to start settling down onto all fours in hopes of relief, simultaneously hoping the jaguars would already be satisfied with the show and leave her alone to deal with her gut at least.\n[i]'You – eat – now!' 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For a native inhabitant of the dry plains of the southeastern part of the continent, being afforded the chance to travel to the thick moist jungles at the opposite end of the well-known world was a chance Mira the cheetah had immediately agreed to – and before long she had been whisked to a village at the edges of the great jungle by train and boat. With a long imposing trek into the relative unknown before her, she had stocked up well with gear and canned food with her granted allowance, simultaneously paying little heed to the warnings of the jaguar villagers about how she should steer clear of the deepest parts and stick to exploring the immediate surroundings of waterways or the coastline in order to 'avoid any trouble'. After all a thorough exploration was what she was here for, right? she thought when wrapping up her provisioning in order to head out.



Carrying her heavy backpack had been the greatest hurdle on the first leg of her journey which had led her through small encampments of friendly hunter-gatherers who were selling their extra resources to the village – the warnings about the deep jungle had also grown more dire but the slender cheetahess had kept brushing them off while doing minor trading to stock up. Finally she had simply chosen a completely white area on the rather unclear map she had been given by the explorer's office to head there with the help of the compass, leaving even the narrowest trails behind in favour of making her way through the unknown.



Now, after several days of uneventful trekking through unexplored territory while making notes both along the way and at camp, the false sense of security she's been lulled into has been broken…



'Chirp, ack! What is it? Who are you?' she exclaims when she's rudely awakened at dawn by being grabbed and jostled harshly, her tail flicking furiously as she tries to focus on the several figures milling around her. Moments later, she's dragged out of her tent and finds herself standing in the middle of a group of masked felines with crude spears aimed at her. 'Umm.. you speak my language?' she asks hastily after her sleepiness abruptly disappears.



One of the hostile looking jaguars suddenly points at Mira with his clawed finger. 'You – stranger! No allowed!' he hisses, before pausing to ogle the cheetahess' small campsite and all the equipment strewn around her campfire. Her camera seems to catch his attention, prompting him to step past Mira to pick it up and stick it close to her muzzle. 'View catcher – no! Put away!'



Squirming restlessly and confused by the heavily accented broken language of the jaguar, Mira briefly gnashes her teeth before replying 'Put away – where?' and being rather surprised when the male jaguar jabs her belly hard enough to make her recoil. 'Wha- what?'



'Put – there' he retorts and emphasizes his words by nudging the tip of her muzzle with the camera, eliciting a gulp from her as speartips close in on her and thus she quickly snatches the camera to fiddle with it.



'Oooh… o-ok, I'll try!' she stammers once it becomes clear to her what she's expected to do, a strange sensation momentarily enveloping her belly. Urgh, my stomach's going to hurt after this if I can even swallow it, she grumbles mentally as she starts to try and fit the hard angular camera into her maw while waiting for saliva to pool up. To appease her unexpected adversariers she doesn't wait for long before stretching her jaws in order to fit the camera between them, wrapping her tongue around it to slather it with drool to make it easier to start cramming it into her gullet which soon strains from the large morsel.



In the meantime the jaguar troupe utters some approving growls at the sight of Mira's neck bulging from the camera as she struggles to swallow it, the cheetahess gagging with her eyes welling up with tears as the sharp angles of the camera drag over the tautly stretched lining of her esophagus… but just as she fears that she's going to end up with it stuck inside her neck, another jaguar steps closer to start kneading it rather effectively so that the camera almost seems to slide down on its own until it disappears inside Mira's chest. After a pregnant pause during which the cheetahess licks her chops nervously and lashes her tail from the odd sensations, the camera visibly plops into her stomach just under her bosom to make a vague bulge on her flat belly, leaving her to draw a deep breath. The thought Doesn't feel good there at all, but I suppose I'll live… should get away as soon as possible! flashes through her mind as she feels the camera settle uncomfortably against her stomach walls.



However she barely has time to relax and lightly pat her belly before the arge male jaguar makes a sweeping motion with his spear, leaving it pointing at the campsite past the cheetahess. 'The rest – no – eat' he snarls with the rest shaking their spears at their puzzled target.



'You're saying the camere isn't enough? What do you mean 'the rest' – Wait, you can't be serious about fitting all my gear in there!' she exclaims when it suddenly dawns on her what he wants, a sinking feeling forming inside her belly when she points at the impression made by the camera in her stomach. The rather entusiastic nodding and spear-waving she receives in reply makes her maw dry up as she frantically looks around for an escape route, only to spot shadowy figures in the jungle all around her which further ties her stomach into knots around hard lump of the camera.



But despite her distraught squirming and wrangling of hands, there's clearly no way out of the torturous punishment as the jaguars gather around to start shoving random items at her, clearly intending her to execute the punishment herself – and after a number of increasingly threatening motions, Mira breaks down with her ears splayed against her skull, grabbing an unopened tin can to reluctantly cram it into her wide open maw. There's no way to chew it smaller, not that her teeth wouldn't break anyhow, so she resigns herself to swallow as hard as possible… thus under the hostile watchful eyes of the jaguar warriors, the second one of many painfully large lumps starts to go down her neck while she grimaces and strains her gullet muscles.



She's not given any time to protest once the tin can has gone far down enough to mostly disappear under her chest since another tin can is immediately thrust at her, and another, and then a flash light, and then a trekking boot, and then a tent spike due to the tent being rapidly torn down by two of her captors, all while her already upset stomach roils and convulses around the assortment of items which quite unmcomfortably grind against its walls. However she's not allowed to slow down despite her struggles and loudly growling belly, hence her initially slim midsection distends steadily from her supplies and gear which bulge out in worrisome ways as she continues to force items down her gullet.



Eventually, by the time the noon sun blazes high above the tree canopy to steadily add to the sweltering heat below, the cheetahess utters a stream of frantic chirps when sharp agony abruptly flashes through her midsection which she has by now managed to stuff enough to look quite pregnant.
'Eeep! Just give me a moment, I'm doing my best - my stomach's not made for this!' Mira grovels when the anguish intensifies and gingerly places a hand on the largest bulges, soon realizing the gear in her guts is being forced into her small intestine which protests the stretching – but not that she can help it especially when the jaguars immediately begin to prod her swollen belly with spears while she attempts to hold back nausea.
'Ok, ok! I get it… oowww!' she adds with a scowl after the worst pain fades to leave a ominous sensation of blocky items moving in her intestines. But the forced feeding continues…



Hours go past in a delirious flurry as her captors take a more active role in stuffing her after having merely watched her earlier, the leader making the occcasional 'Good good' comment as Mira's tent is ripped into smaller pieces which are rolled up tightly for her aching gullet and when her entire set of cookware is almost literally pushed down her throat and into her stomach given how awkwardly sized the pots are, the cheetahess nearly fainting at points from the effort and lack of air. The heat and humidity aren't helping either, so after the last pot the jaguars do grant her a short reprieve to let her catch her breath and settle down properly onto her knees as her enormously stuffed belly prevents her from standing any longer. Although the break hardly raises her spirits as she gets time to properly feel over her midsection and mentally assess her predicament, the incessant agonizing dull throbbing which radiates from all over her perilously lumpy belly not making her very hopeful.



I can't believe it, almost everything has fit in my stomach ~ Owwww ~ doesn't feel like it's going to to hold all my stuff for long though. - she contemplates nervously after having fed herself balled-up underpants to satisfy the impatient looking jaguars, flicking her tail to and forth restlessly due to all the threatening random stings and sharp pains which flash through her innards. There's not much of left of her campsite though but the remains give her little comfort. Ack, still the campfire left – I don't think my poor belly can handle that too at this point! Why did I ever think coming here was a good idea?



But there's escaping as her heavy and grossly swollen midsection pins her to the ground as it rests against her slender thighs, the mass of assorted gear within creating a constantly shifting pattern of bulges on her perilously tight furry hide whereas the uncontrollable peristalsis of her intestines makes her pupils widen each time something is forced further down the line in the rather cramped space within her. Whimpering from the constant torment, she gradually leans forward to start settling down onto all fours in hopes of relief, simultaneously hoping the jaguars would already be satisfied with the show and leave her alone to deal with her gut at least.
'You – eat – now!' the leader hisses suddenly when Mira makes a surreptitious attempt to crawl towards a more comfortable looking spot after finishing swallowing the last piece of her underwear, his footpaw knocking few of the campfire ring rocks around before he strides past the cowering cheetahess to start 'guiding' her by repeatedly nudging her ground-dragging belly with his spear – elicting a large number of frantic squaks from Mira who begrudgingly turns towards the campfire remains. Soon, saliva begins to pool inside her maw and she gags visibly as the sight of the singed and discoloured rocks causes sickly ripples to course through her belly, but the jaguars mercilessly hurry her right next to the campfire and start pressing her head down towards it until she takes the hint.



The first rock she plucks up with her teeth already almost makes her vomit when the combination of old dirt and soaked ash hits her taste buds, and the painfully rough texture doesn't help in her attempts to gulp it down – more distressingly, the sudden stomach cramps leave a burning sensation across the lowest parts of her straining belly.
'PLEASE! Please – please – no more! You got what you wanted, my belly's going kill me already, I can't do this!' she grovels once she has wrangled the rock deep enough into her gullet, her entire body trembling and saliva dripping from her open maw as the cramping and vague tearing sensations grow worse.
'No! No! You come here – you eat!' is the harsh reply which is underlined by a rock being swiped up and crammed between her jaws by the bulky jaguar, his hand pushing it inside until she reflexively swallows. Grinning, he swiftly scoops up another with a helping of muddy dirt while staring at Mira's bulging throat.



At the same time Mira's mind races as the pressure and agony inside het gut intensify by the moment due it trying to eject her oversized indigestible meal, the dirty rocks being merely the final straw – the cheetahess striving to shut off everything from her mind to focus on finishing them to make the whole ordeal finally stop. However… just as she's dealing with the tenth rock and the campfire ring is mostly finished, her randomly spasming belly contracts hard enough for her to let out a very sudden shrill scream, the startled jaguar leader scrambling backwards through the campfire whereas the rest instantly stop milling about to watch. Unable to hold herself back any long, she repeatedly attempts to vomit even as the increasingly severe contractions tear bloody velts into her skin – up until she almost manages regurgitate the rock in her throat with a loud gargling heave and her hide rips open outright to expel part of her bloated stomach and coils of equally bloated lumpy intestines. Seconds later under the steely eyes of the jaguars, the slimy contents of her stomach burst forth as their weight forces them through the damaged lining, and she's soon reduced to wheezing gasps from the shock while the muscle spasms die down.



Oooh… thank lord it's over… she muses in her head as excruciating agony also brings some much sought relief from how her stomach disgorges random gear into a pool of digestive juices, a series of hacking coughs dislodging the rock in her throat so that it slowly slides out to fall onto the ground when she starts to tip over limply.



'<It's over, how disappointing she couldn't clean up all her foreigner junk. We will have to return later to bury all of it after the animals have cleaned her up.> the jaguar leader states once Mira has collapsed with her bulging guts spread out onto the clearing and her ruptured stomach still spilling foul-smelling items. The rest of the jaguars nod sagefully as they gather their weapons to follow their leader back into the jungle, leaving the cheetahess to her fate now that she failed their demands… hoping that yet another mysterious disappearance would dissuade any further explorers from coming around with their litter!

The end.
 

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