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Tris' stomach growled loud enough to be heard over the music. Chuckling awkwardly at the looks it got from various partygoers, the black lab made his way over to the snack table. He stood a good six and a half feet tall, which put him around a head higher than most of the guests at the gathering, and no matter what he did, his shirt refused to cover his soft midsection completely.

Luckily for the dog, most of the people here were at least familiar with vore, if not practitioners themselves. Unluckily, the snack table was mostly bare, having not been replenished recently. He scrunched his muzzle to one side, looking for something that might quiet his insistent belly, before realizing that the kitchen might have the backups. Really, he should have gone to find the host to ask, but he was hungry.

Heading through the doorway, the reason why the snack table had not been tended to in some time was evident. The host was chatting with some of his closer friends in the kitchen, seeming to have lost all track of time. The Labrador was about to try to cut into the conversation, when a statement struck him hard enough to derail his train of thoughts.

"That's right. Wahs are the preds. We can eat whoever we want, no problem!" The red panda boasting this was holding a red plastic cup, gesticulating with it enough to be certain that it wasn't all that full anymore. "Nothing gets the better of us, we do the eating."

Tristan's brow rose into a high arc. He recognized the speaker, they travelled in the same circles, both being switches when it came to the sort of thing he was talking about. The lab was certain he'd witnessed the red panda enjoying being on the receiving end of predation, in fact. "Oh hey, Jack." The dog interjected, walking properly into the kitchen.

The wah smiled, waving with his free paw. "Hey, Tris. I was just telling our host about the predatory superiority of pands." He stood taller than most people at the party, but still half a foot shorter than the encroaching canine. He had a stocky figure, strong but soft, as evidenced by the thickness of his limbs and the curve of his belly beneath his shirt.

The lab's stomach audibly complained at its emptiness while he was looking over the wah. Adjusting his glasses, Tris leaned against a cabinet and addressed the party's host, "Hey, the snack table's looking a little bare out there." He informed, before turning his attention to Jack, holding in a bit of a smirk. "Man, being a pred is exhausting."

"Well, if you're tired, I can give you a place to rest." The red panda gave a cheeky gesture into his mouth while the host started gathering food up to take to the table.

"Tired and sleepy aren't the same thing." The dog playfully poked his black tongue out for a moment, and then sighed dramatically. "Though really, you shouldn't hide your prey feels, you know?" He tilted his head back, peeking at the wah from the corner of his eye. "Performative Preddyness, that's what's exhausting."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Jack nodded firmly, taking a swig of what was left in his cup.

"Just letting yourself enjoy the comforting abdication of being devoured." Tris idly gestured with a paw in a vague kind of way. "No shame in that. I don't get why people front so much about it."

The red panda rolled his eyes.

"You know, when a real big guy tells you how delicious you are..." The dog continued unabated, looking off into the middle distance. "Doesn't actually have to be a big guy, smaller guys doing the eats are fun too. You can give them a good stretch, after all..." Tris glanced back towards Jack, before resuming. "Just... knowing you're appreciated, that you're desired so much, that some guy wants to consume you, take everything that you are... Huff." Tris felt his tail thump against the counter behind himself as he started to wag.

It was hard to tell in the unlit kitchen, most of the light coming from the party space elsewhere in the house, but the dog spotted the tell-tale darkening of a blush breaking through the white fur on the other male's face.

Doing his best to hold in a forming grin, Tris continued, pretending to focus on some of the other guys in the kitchen now. "Now, headfirst versus feet first is a connoisseur's choice, as prey. I'm pretty sure preds prefer headfirst for sheer convenience. I know I get it a lot more... I usually have to ask for feet first if I want it!" The lab exclaimed. "There's just something about sinking in, watching yourself become eclipsed like that, until finally your view of the world is framed in slavering jaws..."

Jack fidgeted in place, glancing towards the door, and down into his cup, the blush not receding one bit.

"Oh, headfirst can be fine too. Just staring down a throat, watching where you're going, before darkness prevails. Total trust exercise with your pred." Tris nodded firmly. "Trust is important! Just like in anything, honestly."

By now several others in the kitchen were quite flustered, but at this point the dog already had his sights set. He wasn't the sort to dally with just anyone, after all.

"Once you get into the stomach, well, it's time to relax... unless you like a good play struggle." The dog casually took a sidestep towards Jack. "Squirming and pushing on the elastic flesh until a muscular clench or paw from the outside pushes you back down. So good. I like to try to crawl back up to the mouth sometimes, if I'm feeling particularly uppity." He winked.

The red panda coughed into a fist. "I'm gonna head to the bathroom." He tossed his now empty cup into a nearby open trash can and headed out of the kitchen, past the smirking Labrador.

Left in a room with blushing faces pointed his way, Tris took a moment to stretch and yawn, the action tugging his shirt up all the way above his navel, giving them all a good look at the curve of his chubby belly, whilst the black flesh of the inside of his jaws was on full display. Snapping his jaws shut, the dog gave another wink, tugging his shirt back down as he wordlessly turned to follow Jack.

The black lab caught sight of the wah's striped tail heading up the stairs, away from the main party. The dog wagged, putting his paws in his pockets innocently as he followed the track of the red panda as he passed various guests, even the now fully stocked snack table. His earlier plan was forgotten now.

At the top of the stairs, the music was muffled, more distant. A few strides down the hall stood a door that was closing up, the shadow in the rectangle of light for a moment clearly wah-shaped. The black lab casually made his way over there, and then leaned against the closed door. "Of course, all those stomach clenches generally lead to you softening up. All the best preds know to make this part a nice, comfortable experience, even pleasurable if they know what they're doing." He continued from where he'd left off, unabated by the barrier.

Inside the bathroom, Jack's blush returned. He hadn't noticed the dog following, and now his only point of egress was blocked by that teasey goober. He hugged onto his fluffy tail, feeling the urge to hide his face, even though there was no way for the canine to see him.

"Fleshy walls kneading and grinding, working in those enzymes." Tris sighed dreamily, exaggerated because he knew his audience couldn't see his face. "You feel so sensitive as your body softens. It goes even faster if they have good manual agitation from outside. Tip for preds, if you can't rub your belly on your own, you can always get belly-rubbers." He rolled against the door, facing away now. "I've never tried one of those vibrating massagers or anything, but it might help."

"Tris, what are you d-doing?" Jack tried to keep the fluster out of his voice but failed to catch that last stutter.

The dog grinned. "Oh, I just wanted to continue our conversation! It's important, you know. No shame in wanting to melt to chyme inside someone. Sloshing around until you start to drain down the pipes, feeling every jostle as your consciousness is tied to your molten form, unrecognizable at this point. The mind's map isn't made for puddles of goop after all. But I find it nice. It's being awash with all kinds of sensation while also having no frame of reference. Disorienting, maybe, but it's intense...."

Inside the bathroom, Jack clutched onto his tail tighter. The flustered wah screwed up his face and attempted the only thing his frazzled mind could think of to deflect the relentless onslaught. "B-Bah!" He winced. He hadn't even managed to not stammer!

Tris turned back towards the wood, putting both arms up onto the surface. "Then it's the long road, burbling your way through yards and yards of winding fleshy passages, every surface designed to soak you up. As you go, you find your consciousness split between your fluid form and something else." He paused for effect, before pressing his snout to the wood and growling lustily. "It's the body of your predator. You feel yourself layering as so much soft, weighty fat on his body. It's not too long until you've transferred fully. Maybe sometimes you end up as muscle mass, but we both know that's a rarity in this community..."

The doorknob turned.

Tris rolled his way to the spot beside the door, facing it.

Jack's whole face was red now, not just the parts where the fur was supposed to be that color. He huffed, starting to walk around the dog to get back to the stairs.

The Labrador had other plans, namely shifting his weight to collide with the shorter male. He did so with enough force to take the wah off guard and press him firmly to the opposite wall with his bulk, the broad belly smushing against Jack's chest now, helping keep him pinned. "Oh, what's wrong Jack? You seem troubled." Tris grinned, as his belly let out a growl that vibrated right through the entire red panda.

The caught wah wriggled, the weight and elasticity of the soft flesh making his arms fairly useless to help get himself free. He swallowed, fidgeting. "Oh, n-nothing Tris. I... uh... I'm..."

"Oh, so you don't mind if I just..." The Labrador crooned, opening his jaws wide, bending his knees to get his mouth level with the red panda's face, the belly-pin grinding down to the smaller male's hips.

Jack stared, face practically glowing, before he let out a weak sigh and slumped his face right into the fat black tongue in front of him, rubbing his face into it.

Growling affectionately, Tris grasped at the wah's hips and started to pull him up while standing upright again, hefting the shorter male up before using his weight to re-pin so he'd not sink back down again. He ground his tongue into the nuzzling face, caressing and working his drool into the red and white fur.

A groan escaped Jack's muzzle as he pressed his face around until the frame of his glasses bumped against a tooth.

The dog pulled his jaws back for a moment. "Oh, lemme just..." He took Jack's glasses off carefully.

The wah blinked blearily, his face already starting to feel the chill of the outside air on his drool-splattered fur. He opened his mouth a bit, but didn't quite manage to make any words.

"There, much better." Tris smiled warmly, before surging his jaws forward again. He worked his maw around the smaller male's face to the point his uvula smooshed into the red panda's snout in one smooth motion. He pocketed the slightly damp spectacles while suckling over the whole front half of Jack's head.

The red panda breathed heavily, squirming between the gut and the wall. His legs were dangling off the floor, and he couldn't quite get any traction against the smooth surface of the hallway's wall. He craned his neck, nudging his nose down a bit as his chin rested on the back of the canine's broad tongue, just above the drop.

Giving a dry swallow that didn't catch on anything but whiskers, the dog ground the tip of his tongue along the darker fur on the front of Jack's throat. Tris curled it up around and behind the wah's jawline. The flexible muscle easily contorted to spread more and more of his heavy drool to smooth down the red panda's considerable neck fluff, some of it drizzling to the collar of his shirt as well.

Jack fidgeted, and dug his heel into the wall as firmly as he could, pressing down. This just managed to push his face into the open embrace of the waiting gullet. With the soft belly pressing so firmly on his hips it was hard to move much further. He flicked his ears, feeling them gently bap against the sides of the dog's muzzle.

Taking the hint, Tris craned his neck to press forward further, working both ears past the glistening row of pointed teeth he sported. At the same time, he let out his first proper swallow, easily accepting the wah's face into his throat. Re-acquiring his grip on Jack's hips with his hands, Tris finally pulled away from the wall with a grunt, swallowing again until his jaws bumped right into his catch's broad shoulders.

The red panda's reaction to this newest barrier to his entry was to shimmy his shoulders and try to get them narrower.

However, the canine had other plans. Tris kept lifting at the stocky wah's hips, up and away from his body. When Jack's torso was close to horizontal, he pressed forward again, 'seating' the red panda on the wall. The black lab gaped his jaws wider, flexed his legs, and took a step forward like a powerlifter dragging something heavy in front of crowds of onlookers

Jack barely had time to grasp what was going on before his butt was being braced against the wall, and the pressure increased until with a wet slorp his shoulders sank into that same dark heat he'd nuzzled his way into until now. Around his head he could hear the rush of air as the dog panted through his nostrils, beating of his heart, but most present, at least in the wah's mind, was the low, empty rumble from up ahead.

Tris took another lunging step forward, the corners of his mouth surpassing Jack's elbows. Momentarily the dog was a little annoyed with himself for not doing anything to undress the red panda before he began consumption, but there was little he could do about it now without just outright starting over. He wasn't the kind of pup who would destroy someone's clothing just for his own pleasure. He did miss the opportunity for his tongue to get to know the soft black paunch hidden on the other side of the blue and white fabric wrapping the wah up.

Now that he'd had a few moments to figure out what was happening outside, the third-buried male knew he had a better angle. Bending his knees, Jack pressed his feet firmly against the wall. He waited a beat, anticipating the next swallow, before straightening his legs again.

The lab's eyes widened behind his glasses as the swallow he took was overshot by the force of Jack's legs. Tris gulped again, finding himself past the wah's hips in one fell swoop. Just legs and the fluffy striped tail remained outside.

Deep within the core of the dog, Jack found his face pressed through the tight ring of flesh separating the esophagus from the stomach. The follow-up gulp had brought the snug cardia around his throat, and he wondered if he had enough wiggle room to try to push an arm down and through, squirming around, his legs now wriggling about in the air, not quite able to reach the wall anymore.

The reason for this was that Tris had flopped back the other way, leaning against the wall next to the bathroom door again. He closed his eyes, and just focused on swallowing, working that mass of wriggly wah down and in. He quivered as he felt his stomach open up to accept the pand's broad shoulders, reaching one of his paws to tug his own shirt up around his chest as each swallow made his already round belly expand further.

The red panda shook his hips as best as he could. Even though by now his center of gravity was past the tipping point of the dog's jaws, it still just wasn't going fast enough. He kicked again and perked in surprise at the distant thud and the impact against his foot. The impact was enough to send him another few inches down between gulps, and trying the kick again yielded nothing. He was now too far from anything to get any leverage.

Blushing now, the lab peered in the darkened hall to make sure there wasn't a shoe mark on the ceiling, something that would definitely be hard to explain to the homeowners. At this point, swallowing was harder than just relaxing his throat and letting gravity do its thing, so that's what Tris did, both paws smooshing gently on either side of his expanding gut, the black furred dome showing the form of the top of a head and shoulders as the wah was forced to curl around inside.

Jack felt his hips land in the fleshy hammock and bent his knees until he got his feet in along with him. His long tail was still jutting out of the dog, the tip able to flip and fluff around all it wanted, but the red panda wasn't in the mood for that right now. He grasped his tail next to where the stomach valve had contracted around it, and reeled it in by hand.

Tris oooghed, licking his lips a bit. "Talk about a bottle brush, man..." He sighed, getting himself balanced on both feet again, his tail starting to wag about behind him again. The black lab scooped up under his gut with both paws, manually contracting his contents, which meant that Jack wasn't getting swayed and swung around nearly as much as the dog started to walk to the stairs. "Oh, but anyway, as I was saying, when you're gonna stay for a while, I really like it when a pred has that thing where they get markings in their fur~ Lets the outside world know who's inside! You like that too, right Jack?"

The only response from inside was a soft whine and a squirm that visibly shifted the mass in the lab's midsection.

The big dog started down the stairs, putting one paw on the bannister for balance, taking one step at a time. "Yeah, I thought so." He got to the base of the stairs and let out a loud, wet belch, which turned heads all through the party space. Tris didn't seem to mind, patting his belly. He perked, and grinned. "Hey, I get to see what mark you leave on me! Awesome."