nothing purrsonal, just hungry!

(Independent vore/stuffing/feederism RP blog/askblog for a hungry, mischievous cat-troll! Will dip into kink and NSFW territory, make sure to check the side pages for more information!)

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[pantrypurrloiner]

🍖 Lord English

:33< urp, urph, stay down, you big gr33n jawbreaker!

:33< *the mighty huntress might have downed the strange green beast, but it wasn't digesting as fast as she'd like! and it - erf! - kept kicking and irritating her sore muscles! at least her stomach had worn it down quite well, it wasn't bursting back up her throat any more, just - hrk! - trying to make her sick! the mighty huntress grit her t33th and pressed down on her stomach to further stifle its movement, hoping meowbye it would submit to her soon enough, before she started f33ling sick...*

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[pantrypurrloiner]

Ah, yes... sweet dreams. You enjoy your meal, Nepeta?

:33< UUUUUUUUUUUUUURP

|33< no talk, me sl33py

|33< zzzz, zzzz, sl33p noises

[pantrypurrloiner]

Let's... explore that sweet dream of hers, shall we? 🍖 A Paradox Space that is all to eager to add to her rump and worship her belly~

Nepeta was sleeping off the anon, but now in her dreams everything was even better! Who knew eating anons would lead to such wonderful thoughts? Like the old cartoon trope of someone eating pizza in the fridge and having weird dreams, only with an anon instead!

She was laying in a pile of soft, fluffy pillows, multiple trolls all rubbing the stomach that spilled out several yards above and in front of her. Whenever she opened her mouth, one more would dive in, wiggling down her throat as eager as could be! Her powerful stomach, along with the firm kneading from multiple sets of hands, was working down meals at a steady pace, so she never went very long without opening up for another sacrifice..

And it wasn't just trolls slithering down her throat! Dream pastries and meals were piled in as well, a sort of auxillary offering before the cook ended up going down her throat as well! Every delicious flavor, whether troll or food, just made her hungrier for more, and made her stomach growl louder.. Pretty soon she was just waiting with her mouth open, never once bothering to close it, allowing troll after troll to climb her belly, jump into her mouth, slide down her throat and splorsh down in her stomach. When the last one had finally filled her belly, she lay her head back, and purred...

Her stomach rapidly began shrinking, bulges softening and sinking into a round mass. Nepeta urped and giggled, wiggling in place.. She could hear a rip or two as parts of her dream garb broke, her body fattening up quite a bit from all the food she'd had! When the last troll was finally digested, she sat up with a groan. Boy, who knew sweet foods were so fattening?

(Dream!Nepeta is now quite chunky, with a fat round belly and a very jiggly, wide rump!)

[pantrypurrloiner]

*The anon dutifully wriggles around, rubbing and massaging Nepeta's stomach walls as the kitten's belly gurgled around them.* Rest and enjoy your meal, huntress... and imagine a world where everyone accepts their fate inside you as I do~

She was already imagining it, and she was drifting off to sleep as well. Though the sleepiness was probably from the anon's relaxing rubbing and not the visions in her head! She dreamt of all the food getting piled into her belly, all the delicious trolls lining up for her to stuff down her gullet, or running away just enough that she can pounce them and stuff them into her mouth.. Her tongue was blepped out as she slept, her belly kicking into gear as she rested, thoroughly breaking down the anon with powerful stomach churns and fearsome digestive acids.. Well, they'll be gone by the time she wakes up, but she'll be remembering these thoughts for a while!

[pantrypurrloiner]

*The anon crawls up her body, resting their head on her breasts as they pat her head and scratch her ears.* That's why I want you to eat me, huntress. I cannot live in a world that won't worship you when you digest it. If Paradox Space were sane, you could simply lay here in the sun while hordes of eager prey slid themselves down your throat. Karkat would relish his life as your seat beneath your ever fattening ass while your friends worship your belly and eagerly gossip about which of them will be next to feed you. Just head pats, belly rubs, and squirming prey forever~

:33< mnaaaaaaaayn~

:33< *it would appear at first that the fearsome purredator was merely yawning, but her already-impressive gape only widened the longer she held it! slimy strands of saliva hung between tongue and palette, her fishy breath wafting out into the anon's face... until she tipped the anon furward and suckled their head into her mouth! slurping around their features, she purrrumbled into their ears, letting them know just how much she appreciated this willing snack! with a firm gulp, they were pulled halfway down her throat, and with one more they were banished to her tummy, which gurgled powerfully but passively, a very satisfied tummy indeed! she patted her pawnch and the anon curled inside, and yaaaawned~*

:33< hwaaaah, wish furfilled, as is my stomach right about now! your qu33n accepts this willing sacrifice to her belly! now rub, wiggle, and fatten my hips, goodly anon!

[pantrypurrloiner]

*The anon kisses and rubs Nepeta's belly.* We're lucky you're so lazy or we'd all be pudge by now. It's the only thing we're good for when we're not giving you belly rubs and head pats~

:33< awwwww, you're so sw33t! i hope i find more anons like you when you're gone!

:33< *the luxuriantly-lazy purredator lounges out with her new favorite snack, purring and wiggling around under the pets! yesssss, treat your mistress right, loyal servant!*

[pantrypurrloiner]

🍖 by Meulin. Beforus only has room for one Apex Purrdator, it seems. Well, two if you count the one in her belly.

Meulin giggled silently, though her stomach was anything but silent, growling loudly around the thrashing, mewling bulge in her belly. Sneak attack and ambush, oldest trick in the book! Plus, lazy kitties spending all their time out in the sun just make themselves easy meals, really. Nepeta might have had lots of predatory instincts, but she's hardly the only predator around!

[pantrypurrloiner]

You could devour every world if you wanted. Devouring everyone on this planet in a binge before hefting up your big belly and transportalizing over to the next. You could devour world after world after world... until nothing remains. Because you are the Apex Predator. And it is only because your tummy is full and the sun still warms you up for your cat naps that Paradox Space hasn't been reduced to Paradox Pudge.

:33< oh absolutely!

:33< *though ac suspects this anon might have loftier and grander goals than her, it's still nice to have someone acknowledge her powpurr and status! not nearly enough other trolls that know what a true apex purredator is! as a reward to the anon, she pulls them in close and smushes their face into her paunchy belly, sticking out her tongue as they get to explore the remains of countless other trolls and anons with their face! hmm....almost making her hungry playing with her food like this...*

[pantrypurrloiner]

Well, fair enough I guess. I'm just wondering what happens when you run out of snack. Your appetite and willingness to eat anyone means you're bound to wipe out the planet eventually.

:33< *the mighty huntress cackles and puts her pinky finger to her mouth, snickering wickedly and turning over onto her back as she bleps at the anon!*

:33< yesssss, i could eat the whole world! if i waaanted to!

:33< *luckily, though she is furocious in appetite and powerful in stature, she is far too busy taking catnaps and sunning herself for things such as that!*

[pantrypurrloiner]

I'm fairly certain you'd have to eat the Condescension to become Empress regardless, so she's going to be your royal feast either way.

:33< yeah, but it did say for the night....like i won it in a sw33pstakes! so obviously the furst decr33 should be that HIC is Her Imperial Pudge-ness! that's how most dictatorships happen, anyway! purrobably!

[pantrypurrloiner]

Really? No one's off the menu? Well, I'd hate to be the one to tell you this, Nep, but Karkitty can't be your seat if he's already padding your ass.

:33< well that's why i wouldn't NORMALLY eat him! but the pawssibility is always there for him to be a snack at soooooome point, ya know! when the seat gets lumpy, you eat it, after all!

[pantrypurrloiner]

What would you do if you were Empress for a night?

:33< enact ALL of the treaties! no more littering in the outskirts where my cave is! karkitty seat forever! and HIC would have to be my royal fish feast, of course!

[pantrypurrloiner]

Is there anyone who's off the menu for you?

:33< mmmm... not really! there's certainly some that i like well enough i'm not going to want to eat them too much, but they're purrtainly not off the menu....~

[pantrypurrloiner]

Welp, just to even the score. 🍖 by Toriel.

The hefty goatmom sat in her rocking chair by the fire, slowly cross-stitching a nice pattern of her house in the underground. Her belly softly blorped and gurgled underneath her robes. That is, until it shifted, a lump pushing up from the soft pudge, then growing and thrusting itself up the startled goatmother's throat! A hand burst out of Toriel's mouth, then the head and shoulders of Nepeta, the kittytroll sputtering and thrashing about.

:33< no, please miss goat, i'm sorry!! please it's gross, let me-

GULP. Toriel's jaws shut again as Nepeta was sucked down her throat with a mewling wail, which tapered off to near-silence as she disappeared into that fat goat belly. Toriel sighed, then went back to stitching. That's what happens to naughty kittytrolls that try to steal some sweet cream from a sweet goatmom!