Quite An Appetite

Quite An Appetite by GoldFox First full-size vore story. Kurt is copyright to ‘X-Men: Evolution’. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx The streets were empty except for the rat. It sniffed the ground, trying to find something to feed its thin, mangy body, but couldn’t find even a crumb. It heard a swishing sound and froze, eyes glittering as it scanned the alleyways. Nothing. It relaxed and went back to its search, oblivious to the yellow eyes watching it from above. Suddenly, a rope shot out of the darkness and wrapped around the rat, quickly immobilizing it so it couldn’t even nip at the snake that had attacked it. It struggled, but was lifted into the air and it became apparent that the ‘snake’ wasn’t a snake. It was a tail, blue skinned and furred. The barb teased the rat by patting it on the head, making it squeak and kick fruitlessly. Then it was pulled into an alleyway and its little piercing eyes quickly adjusted to the night, but even the rat had trouble seeing the humanoid form standing in the shadows. This thing was the owner of the tail and chuckled as it brought the rat up to its face, yellow eyes blazing and white fangs exposed. The rat immediately thought it was a cat and began to hiss and fight, but the tail tightened and it stopped struggling so that it could breathe. The creature laughed again and then grabbed the rat’s scruff with a three fingered hand, the tail slipping off unpleasantly, lingering on the rat’s body. The rat, now with its legs free, began to kick and twist and squeak and hiss and squirm, but all for nothing. It was stuck. Then the other hand came and gripped the rat around the neck. The other grip was released only to come back to pin the little legs against the thin body. The rat squirmed, but was helpless. Therefore, it could only squeak helplessly as the creature suddenly opened its mouth wide and shoved the rat’s head inside. The rat squirmed anew, instincts screaming as it tried to escape, but the grips were too strong. Its naked tail lashed back and forth in agitation and terror as the tail of the creature swished with slower, more pleasured strokes. The creature then shoved and the rat’s head entered the creature’s throat. The rat tried to bite at the flesh around it, but there was no room to open its mouth. The nose twitched as the unpleasant smell of an eager digestive system wafted up to it, and it began to squirm again, only making the creature moan in delight. The creature then shoved one last time then closed its mouth down on the rat. The rat was now so stuck that the threefingered hands were no longer needed to contain it. Up to the shoulders, it was stuck in the creature’s throat, and from the shoulders to the hips, it was trapped in the creature’s teeth, the fangs holding it still with warnings of pain if it tried squirming again. The creature then lowered its hands and one began to rub at the furry throat, which bulged slightly with the presence of the rat’s head. The creature then swallowed hard and the muscles around the rat began to work, pulling it further downwards, the feet slipping into the creature’s

eager maw. A few more swallows in quick succession had the rat shoved down completely into the wet, slippery throat, only the tail hanging out of the creature’s mouth, swishing back and forth weakly. The creature was now massaging the rat-lump in its throat, humming and purring in satisfaction at the doomed rat’s squirms. Then the creature performed the last gulp, and the tail was sucked into its mouth like a strand of spaghetti as the rat was forced down into the hot center of the creature. The area around the rat was roughly the size of a football, plenty of room for a thin rat. It began to move around, trying to claw or bite the walls, but everything was slippery and tough, defying the tough nails and teeth of the large rodent. Suddenly the rat felt something shoved against it, mashing it to one of the tough, yet soft walls. The rat squirmed in protest, but then began to twitch in agony as a burning liquid ate through the fur and began to burn away the skin and flesh beneath. The rat gasped in pain, involuntarily inhaling some of the acids. The rat began to scream as the acids dissolved its lungs, its heart… The creature rubbed at his stomach, feeling the rat tucked away inside, already starting to digest. It wasn’t even noticeable from the outside! Talk about a thin meal! He had snuck off for this?! It hadn’t even been worth it! But then he sniffed the air and heard a questioning, “Meow?” coming from under the dumpster across the alley. He looked and saw a large tomcat watching him curiously. He grinned. Now that was more like it! He kneeled, and put out a hand, cooing in a German-accented voice, “Here, kitty, kitty. Come here.” The cat had recently gotten separated from his owners and was craving attention. It mewled and slunk to the creature, purring as it entwined itself around hind legs, so much like his own except with only two toes and no claws. The creature smiled and picked up the cat, standing upright as it stroked the feline, purring right along with the lost kitty. But then the cat felt something wet on the top of it’s head and looked up to see the creature kissing it right between the ears. He responded to the kissing and attention with deeper purrs and a few meows. He had missed it when his owners pampered him! The creature toyed with his collar, undoing it skillfully with one three-fingered hand. It looked at the collar while the other arm held the cat and the tail tickled the cat under its chin. The creature then looked down at the cat and asked playfully, “Aww… is kitty lost?” The cat didn’t understand the words, but just the sound was comforting. The tone was gentle, the pitch low, and the general sound was soothing and non-threatening.

The cat purred; rubbing his back against the creature’s broad chest, getting his ginger fur all over the cloth, but the creature couldn’t have cared less. It chuckled and the tail came up and took the collar away as the hand came back to continue its ministrations under the cat’s chin. The cat purred in bliss, eyes drifting shut. Maybe this person would be his new master? It was really nice! Then the cat was held in a crushing embrace, but, used to the hugs his young mistress gave him, he endured it without squirming. That was his downfall. The creature took advantage of the cat’s stillness to yawn its mouth wide open. Really wide. He then put it down on the cat’s head, swiftly enveloping it. The cat froze in shock and began to squirm, but he was used to his prey fighting back and held it easily as he worked his mouth over the cat’s head until his lips were the cat’s new collar. He held the cat’s paws, which were starting to unsheathe the claws. The fluffy tail lashed around, hitting his hands and making him grin. But then he realized a problem; the cat’s shoulders were too big to fit in his mouth. It was a fair bit bigger than the rat, after all! But he solved that problem quickly, like he had millions of times before. He flexed his jaws, and then yawned, and then simultaneous popping cracks were heard, one from each side of his jaw. He sighed and then easily pushed the cat’s furry shoulders deeper into his mouth, the action made easier by the fact that he had just willingly dislocated his jaw, like a snake. He then started swallowing, and the cat’s body moved inwards a bit, aided by the three-fingered hands shoving at the cat’s rump, pushing it deeper into his body. The cat was meowing plaintively, but he ignored it and kept pushing and swallowing alternatively. The bulge of the cat was disturbingly visible in the creature’s throat as he continued his meal, eyes closed in bliss as one hand shoved the cat and the other massaged the squirming lump. Finally, just like the rat, the cat’s twitching tail was the last thing to see the moon before he swallowed one last time, sucking the tail into his mouth and down his esophagus with the rest of the doomed feline. He smiled, rubbing the large bulge of his stomach, feeling the cat squirm for a little longer before it passed out from lack of air. He then cracked his jaws back into place, the process completely painless for him. He looked down at himself and laughed. Where once was a tight six-pack was now a squirming bulge that was the size of… well… a cat. He chuckled, patting the warm bulge, hearing the soft gurgling of his body already getting to work on the feline. Within a few hours, he’d have his six-pack again and no one at the mansion would know a thing! Kurt grinned and ‘ported to a quiet spot to sleep away his meal. The sun rose on a pile of blankets outside of a home décor shop. Curled up in the discarded blankets lay a blue furball, whimpering happily in his sleep as he relived his last meal. But then his body decided to give him a reality check and he woke to his stomach growling loudly. Dreaming he was full was one thing, actually being full was another thing entirely, his body reminded him irritably. Kurt laughed and got up, stretching. He put one hand to his stomach and

felt the hard, toned muscles again. No evidence at all of his meal the night before. He looked down at himself and laughed again. Well, maybe some evidence… His uniformed chest was covered in the late cat’s ginger fur. He brushed it all off, chuckling still. He then ‘ported himself to the mansion, quickly changed and slipped downstairs with the other students for breakfast like nothing was out of place. He ate two plates of bacon and eggs, four slices of toast and washed it all down with two large glasses of milk. He then left the table, not feeling even a quarter full. There was no training to worry about, so he was free as a bird as he left the mansion, heading vaguely towards the park. He saw some stray birds flitting around, and though his hands twitched, he restrained them. As much as he liked the birds, catching and eating them whole in broad daylight was a pretty dumb idea. He sighed a little in frustration. He was hungry! The cat and rat had been his first real meal in days! He was absolutely starving now! Normal food just didn’t work for him anymore! He could stuff himself on everything in the mansion fridge and would probably blow up before he felt full. Dead meat no longer filled him. But live meat… That was a different story! But catching it was something else entirely. The rat had been stupid and careless, the cat just plain dumb. Most of the time, the animals saw him and bolted and not even his teleporting skills could help him catch them. It frustrated the hell out of him. He wanted, if only once, to have a full belly. To feel like he couldn’t eat anything more. He’d give anything to be able to feel like he was actually full! The expression, hungry enough to eat a horse, had a completely different meaning for Kurt and he was desperate enough to actually try it! But then he saw a jogger run past him, and he thought along different lines. The average human male weighted… What? About 200 pounds, right? Could he handle that? Cats, rats and birds were one thing, but a human? He paused and then grinned widely as he decided he’d go hunting again that night. That night there was no moon. Kurt blessed that fact; his blue skin and fur rendering him invisible in the shadows. He had decided to go out wearing only his stretchy shorts and no shirt. He doubted that his uniform would have survived the experience. It was tight enough when he got cats and such. For a person, it would rip to shreds and then some very awkward and uncomfortable questions would arise. He stalked the back alleys, looking for a meal. He had seen a few cats, but had purposely ignored them. He was looking for bigger fish to fry. There! In an alleyway was a young couple, each about into their twenties, trying to suck each other’s faces off. Kurt sniffed and to his surprise, didn’t smell any drugs or alcohol. He grinned, his fangs glinting dimly, as he began to crawl down the wall. He stood hardly three feet from them as the boy straddled the girl, his crotch grinding against hers as they kissed passionately.

Kurt watched, debating how to do this. There were two of them, but he was too hungry to go and search elsewhere. Now, would it be the guy or the gal? They weren’t exactly small; about the same size he was, maybe and inch or two shorter. They might fight back. Okay, well, how about he stun one, tie that one up and go for the other, then take care of the other in the morning? No! He was too hungry to wait! He’d try to take both of them. But could he? Well, there was only one way to find out! Mind set and locked on target, Kurt crept forwards. His appearance frightened both young people to paralysis and he lunged, knocking the guy out as he landed atop them both. The girl began to scream, but Kurt didn’t worry. In this part of town, someone was always screaming. He then got up, dragging the unconscious guy off the girl. He then crept back towards the shaking girl, hissing, “Easy there, fräulein. No need to scream.” The girl tried to back up, but Kurt grabbed her ankle. He grinned at her as his stomach growled like a bear. The girl tried to kick him away, but was pitifully weak. She wore very little; a skirt and a tank top. The sandals had been kicked off earlier and the panties were lying about ten feet away. Kurt grinned. He was gonna like this! He then knelt by the girl’s bare foot, catching the other one as she kicked at him again, squealing, “Let me go, you freak!” Kurt sneered at her, forced both feet together and stuck the toes into his mouth. The girl giggled involuntarily at the sensation of his tongue toying with her toes, but kept trying to squirm, saying amid giggles, “Let me---hahaha!---go!” Kurt responded by shoving the soft feet further into his mouth, the toes tickling the back of his throat as they wiggled. He then realized he had to pop his jaw and the noise made the girl stare at him, no longer giggling, and she looked like she would pass out. Kurt winked at her and then gulped. The girl let out a yelp as she was sucked in to her calves. Kurt’s eyes shut in bliss as he tasted clean, smooth flesh. God…it was heavenly! The girl began to whimper, “Please… stop it…” Kurt only swallowed again, and with a wet slurp, the girl’s knees were right to Kurt’s lips. She began to cry and even began hitting his face, shrieking, “Let go! Now!” Kurt growled at her and with his tail, held her hands still. He then stretched his hands up her body as far as he could reach, to her waist, and tugging, swallowed again. He moaned as he felt her feet slip into his stomach, the toes wriggling desperately as the girl’s hips slid to his nose. But now a problem. He was still kneeling, trying to push her up into himself. He solved this by lying down on his right side. Wow… that helped a lot. He then gulped again, tugging more to get her thin hips into his mouth. He managed and then paused, her hips half into his mouth. Kurt then grinned wickedly (as best he could) and tongued her right between her legs, making her squirm. She tasted sweet and ripe and he was pretty sure that if he had left them alone, they would have gone straight to intercourse, forgetting the fact that they were in an alley. He licked

at her for a little more, probing her as much as he could before swallowing once more, her hips slipping into his vastly stretched throat. Kurt moaned again as the girl, now crying hysterically, twisted her legs around inside of him in a vain effort to escape. Kurt rested now, his lips over the girl’s waist like a snug belt, the rest of her stuck tight and wet and warm inside his throat and stomach, the legs beginning to fold up inside his belly. She was pleading now, simpering, “Please, Mr. Demon, let me go! I’ll be good! I swear it! Just let me out!!” Kurt would have chuckled if he could. He then winked at her and swallowed again, the girl starting to cry again as she felt his fangs scrape lightly across her body to stop just below her breasts as she was pulled in deeper by powerful peristalsis muscles. She was forced to curl up her legs, but tried to kick anyway. But then she looked down at the demon’s rounding gut and saw the movement from her own actions. This seemed to bring home to her what was going to happen to her and she cried even harder, if that was possible. Kurt then began using his hands to massage her round globes of flesh while his tail held her hands above her head. Despite her predicament, the girl responded to the gentle massage of her breasts, moaning softly amid her tears. Kurt then gulped again, suddenly, and the girl, who had relaxed, was quickly sucked in to her armpits. She howled her dismay into the night, but Kurt reach up and covered her mouth, winking at her. He then used his tongue and licked at her back, making her squirm delightfully. What Kurt didn’t notice was that the girl’s last cry had awoken her boyfriend. He was groggy and at first didn’t believe what he was seeing. In front of him was a demon, a fat demon. But then he registered why the demon appeared so large. His girl, up to her armpits, was inside the monster’s throat! And that bulge in the demon’s gut was her legs and lower body! He tried to get up, but felt too stunned to move. He was paralyzed. He could only watch in horror as the demon’s three-fingered hand stroked the girl’s cheek in a calming manner while the other covered her mouth and a tail held her arms above her head. The demon then patted her cheek and reached the hand that had been rubbing her cheek up to the top of her head and pushed down on it while he began to gulp and swallow. The girl squirmed mightily, letting out squeaks and muffled cries as her head slipped into the demon’s mouth. The demon let his hands down and then swallowed again, sucking in the girl’s arms to the elbow. His body was very stretchy it seemed, because though the boyfriend could easily see his girl pushing and struggling against her fleshy prison, the demon wasn’t phased one bit. The barbed tail let go of the arms now, since they could barely move at all. The demon then relaxed, rubbing its hand over the bulge in his gut, smiling widely and eyes closed in bliss. The boyfriend felt he would be sick as he saw his girl’s head stuck in the monster’s throat, the lower body squirming in the bloated belly. But then his paralysis broke and he leaped forwards, and grabbed his girl’s hands, the only part still visible, and said, “Let her go, you monster!” The demon’s eyes snapped open just as the tail whipped forwards, catching his legs and tumbling him to the ground. The demon stared at him angrily, but then winked at him and swallowed

again. Now only the hands were visible, fingers wiggling desperately and vainly. Then the demon swallowed one last time and closed his mouth over the twitching fingers, smiling as the last bit of his meal was forced down into his stomach. The boyfriend stared. Had he just seen a demon swallow his girl whole and alive? Then he saw the twitching and squirming gut and realized he had. Then he looked at the demon that was licking his lips, sighing in satisfaction. He then shifted his jaw around and two distinct cracks were heard simultaneously. The demon then moaned softly, “Oh Gott… that was good!” He used his hands to rub at his swollen gut, and the kid noticed for the first time that the demon’s body was blue and covered in soft-looking fur. The demon’s hands brushed it back and forth as he rubbed at the girl trapped inside his flesh, cooing softly in a different language. The kid looked down at his legs, seeing the tail wrapped securely around his feet. He twitched his feet, but the tail was strong. He then sat up, pleading, “Please… let her go…” The demon moaned as a few strong kicks inside him pushed at the skin, but it only served to please him even more. He then registered the kid had spoken and looked at him, purring, “Sorry, pal. Not tonight.” The boy then pleaded, feeling tears come to his eyes, “Please!” The demon then grinned slyly, asking, “Why? You miss her?” He nodded, crying openly now as he asked, “Yes! Please!” The demon seemed to deliberate; looking thoughtful as more squirms came from his gut. He then said in a friendly tone, “All right.” The boy was about to thank the demon until it pulled him close, muttering to the kid’s face, “You can join her.” The boy froze, and then cried out, “What?! Noomph!” The rest of his protest was lost as his mouth was covered by the demon’s. For a minute, it was like they were kissing, but then he felt a wet warmth spreading over his face and realized that there was nothing passionate about this. He heard the cracking noises again, and from what he had already seen, he guessed that the demon needed to dislocate its jaws like snakes do in order to swallow large prey. This made him squirm even more, pushing against the demon’s chest. But the arms held him closer, pressing him to the swollen gut. He could feel movement on his legs. He whimpered but it was lost as his face was pressed against the demon’s wet tongue. He struggled more desperately, but the arms held his chest, and the tail was tight around his legs, keeping him from kicking.

He then felt the demon’s hands grip his arms and shove him up, further into the hot maw. His face pushed against a slimy wall and he realized his head was already in the demon’s throat. He howled in primal terror, but then heard a loud gulp and he was pulled further down the slimy tube. His whole head was in the hot, wet esophagus now, and he could feel the demon shoving his shoulders together to make them smaller, make him easier to swallow. He tried to flex his shoulders, to keep them wide, but the demon was remarkably strong and overpowered him easily. He then felt the wet warmth spread over his shoulders just as his head hit another wall of flesh. But then he slid through and the harsh smell of gastric bile filled his nostrils, making him cough. Then he heard a soft, “James?” He was about to answer when another push of the demon’s throat muscles drove him further into the stomach, mashing him up against his girlfriend. He felt her twist around and one hand gently caressed his cheek as he lamented, “Emily, I’m so sorry. I tried to stop it…” He squirmed, but now only his butt and legs were free. His arms had already been sucked into wet darkness. He felt more movement around him as Emily twisted just enough to kiss his cheek, murmuring, “I’m scared…” James sighed, and then yelped as fangs bit down teasingly into his thighs, another swallow forcing him still deeper. Now only his knees and feet felt dry and cool. He had been forced down so much he was now forced to try and curl himself upwards, and found that he was stuck under Emily’s thighs. He felt his arms were relatively free now and tried to push against the walls to get room to move and breathe. But his hands slipped right off the walls and now his skin felt kinda tingly, but in a bad way. He slipped again and everything was compressed. He was now really squashed, and could feel Emily laboring to breathe as his bulk crushed her against the slimy walls surrounding them. James felt more tears drip from his eyes as he whispered, “Me too, baby. I’m sorry.” She then whispered, “It’s okay.” James felt more pushing on his feet. He kicked, trying one last time to escape, but his ‘kicks’ were really just wiggles of his sneakers. Then he felt a threefingered hand on his ankle and then his shoe was slipped off, then his sock. Then the other foot was treated the same way. James ‘kicked’ again but his feet were firmly grabbed and then shoved into the demon’s mouth. He could feel the sharp teeth on the sole of his foot and he giggled unwillingly as the demon purposefully tickled him with fangs and fingers. But then the demon grew bored of this game and gulped one last time. James felt his feet get shoved down to him and he was forced to curl up with Emily entwined with him. They quivered in the darkness and then James muttered a curse as he felt weird hands caressing his back though the flesh. He tried to hit the hands away, but in the darkness, he couldn’t tell which way was what and only ended up squirming in place. Suddenly, there was a soft rumbling noise and the flesh around them seemed to quiver. It continued for a while and James realized with hatred that the accursed demon was purring. “Damn demon…” James muttered softly.

Suddenly, there was a change in pressure and James moaned in pain as his ears popped suddenly. But then he just felt very sleepy. He cuddled up against Emily for the last time and dropped off to sleep. Kurt felt he was in heaven. He had loved the way the boy had squirmed in his throat. He had been stronger than the girl, making the sensation much more noticeable and pleasurable. He then noticed he was purring, rather loudly in fact. He tried to stop, but couldn’t. Kurt couldn’t help but giggle. He was just a fat, stuffed cat! He giggled again, feeling giddy and silly. He glanced down at himself and let out a bark of laughter. His gut was huge, filled with over 300 pounds of teenager. Despite the fact that they were being tightly crushed together, the bulge was still over five-feet in diameter. He kept purring as he stroked himself, feeling the bodies tightly stretching his skin and fur. He tried to roll over, but failed. Oh well. He was in a deserted part of town anyway. He licked his lips again, getting the last tastes of the couple. He let out a low moan of primal satisfaction. “Oh Gott…” he murmured again, stroking his fur, making himself shiver uncontrollably. He felt a few last kicks from his prey, and rubbed back, giggling at the sensation. He then wondered how long he’d need to digest this much food. He wasn’t all that good in math but guessed he wasn’t going to be moving for a while. Still purring, he shut his eyes and drifted off to sleep. Kurt opened his eyes to see a night sky above him. Huh? How long had he fallen asleep for? An hour or two? But then he looked down at himself and was shocked. He was sporting a six-pack again! He moaned in disappointment, letting himself slump back down to his side. Had it all been a dream? He then saw the abandoned sneakers, panties and sandals. No, it had happened, but he still felt really confused. He then sat up, feeling dizzy at being so light again. He giggled and massaged his flat stomach, licking his lips. Well, that had been fun! He chuckled as he stood up, his tail automatically waving behind him to help him regain his balance. Then he saw a purse on the floor. Grinning, he dug into it. He found a whole bunch of girl stuff; a make-up kit, feminine napkins, hair things and then he grinned as he pulled out a cell phone. He flipped it open and a little picture of ‘Hello Kitty’ popped up, waving at him. He grinned and pushed for the date and stared. According to the phone, he’d been asleep for a whole day! Wow, he thought as he shut the phone. He then whistled in astonishment as he patted his stomach with a three-fingered hand, licking his lips as he said with a grin, “Jeez. More than 300 pounds and it only took me about 24 hours!” He then laughed and picked up the purse and, using the

shadows and his ‘porting, got to the riverside. He then weighted the purse down with rocks, zipped it shut and chucked it into the water, laughing as it sank out of sight. Then he turned his sights to the mansion. FIN -- For now…