FSE

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This story is a Work in progress. Unless an independent party goes over my work and fixes my errors it will stay a work in progress.

Disclaimer: This story depicts characters in extreme acts of violence. Some people will be uncomfortable and if you are put off by extreme acts of vore then do not read this.

This is the third chapter. I revealed something about Rachel that was fun for me.

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In a wedding chapel Rachel an eleven foot one golden tabby muscle bound tigress, short blond hair and wearing a tuxedo stood waiting for the preacher to say the words she's been waiting a while to hear. Beside Rachel stood Clair, a nine foot six orange tigress, compared to Rachel, Clair's figure was athletic but the more feminine of the two and wearing an elegant white bridal gown. With the veil over Clair's head she stood impatient as the preacher's words started to blur together. "You may now kiss the..." Rachel didn't wait for him to finish as she lifted the veil covering Clair's head and kissed her open muzzle, they were married.

The party was already underway, the guest were enjoying the small celebration, something Clair's parents wanted as they paid for most of the wedding. Clair and Rachel were starting to cut the cake. Clair took the top off, as it had life like mini sculptures of both of them in their wedding tux and gown, because she wanted to keep that most of all. Clair looked around for a familiar figure and was now worried why Tom didn't show up to their wedding, he said he would be there. As the party closed Clair and Rachel could not wait for the feast Rachel's family was about to throw in their honor. The wedding ended with Rachel carrying Clair to Clair's convertible.

Later that day Clair and Rachel drove up to a hall in their SUV, the hall was rented out by Rachel's parents. Both were wearing loose fitting clothes that were stain resistant. Upon entering Rachel's father, Paul Sherman and her mother Elise Sherman greeted them, both were a little surprised to see Clair but she was there for the food like Rachel. The muffled cries for help from the food fell upon deaf ears.

Paul looked at Clair and said, "I didn't know you... ate."

Clair chuckled and said, "Recently. I started kind of by accident."

Elise spoke up, "Now that, that is settled lets eat, I bet were all hungry. Rachel we got a real treat for you." A dozen large tigers were around the room, waiting for the newlywed couple to take the first meal.

Paul guided Rachel through the tigers and the prey then said, "We know how you like bears." Rachel licked her lips in anticipation as a table was covered in a white cloth.

Rachel smiled and said, "Don't you know it."

Paul walked Rachel up to the table and said, "Good, I caught this with you in mind." He removed the cloth.

Rachel's stomach growled but she said, "I can't eat him." Rachel was hungry but her appetite for bears slipped away as she looked at Tom, naked, tied up in rawhide and drizzled with flavored oil.

Clair blurted out, "TOM!" Rachel didn't waste time cutting him free of the rawhide restraints. Seeing the worry in her love's eye Rachel growled in anger, in a swift motion she grabbed her father by the neck and with one arm lifted him into the air. This was the first time Clair saw Rachel truly angry and she knew exactly why, it was because Paul made her upset.

In the moment it took for Rachel's anger to flair Elise stepped in, grabbing her daughter's arm and said, "Calm down!"

Only when Clair said, "It's OK Rachel, he's OK." Did she finally calm down and put her father down.

Holding his neck he coughed a few times and said, "Sorry, I didn't know."

Tom was free from the restraints, covered in oil that smelled good and in a room full of predators that wanted to eat him. When he saw Rachel's face he felt as if his life ended, then she freed him. Only when she snapped and nearly attacked her own father did he understand she would not eat him, only then he realized he was lucky and safe. He watched as Clair came to his aid, still in a bit of shock.

Rachel took a deep breath, she lost her temper and nearly strangled her own father, fortunately he understood but that didn't change the fact. Kneeling down she looked Tom eye to eye and asked, "Are you all right, they didn't hurt you!?"

Tom wanted to run, he probably reeked of fear, fear that the tigers in the room picked up but didn't act on. It took him a minute to reply, "N-no, he was fast b-but didn't hurt me."

Rachel stood up, looked around and said, "There is a shower over there," she pointed to a side door then continued, "You should get washed up. My father will get your cloths." She handed him the keys to her car and added, "You may want to wait in my SUV for at least thirty minutes. We should all be well fed by then."

Clair escorted Tom to the showers, when he was inside washing the oil out of his fur he spoke up, "So Clair... you going to eat..."

Clair interrupted him, "Eat people? Yes."

Tom calmed down and said, "Is this your first time eating ...people?"

Clair chuckled and said, "No. Care to hear the story?"

Tom lathered his fur and replied, "Later."

Clair took a deep breath as Paul came in with Tom's cloths neatly folded, Clair picked up the cloths, placed them to the side with the keys to Rachel's SUV and said, "Don't worry, Rachel is my wife, she will protect you. After were done with this party We'll take you to your hotel and you can get a good night's rest."

Tom was quiet for a while and finally said, "Rachel's father caught me before I could check in."

Clair paused for a moment and said, "I live in a big house now, you can use the guest room."

Tom was starting to calm down and said, "She has a guest room? I thought she ate everyone that entered her lair."

Clair tried to be comical as she said, "She didn't eat you," only after she said it did she realize it sounded cold.

Tom laughed and said, "Thanks to her I'm off the menu."

Clair paused for a moment and said, "Listen I want to get something to eat, will you be OK on your own?"

Tom paused for a moment then said, "Yea, I think so."

Clair walked away from the shower into the dining hall, already the tigers were feeding on their live meals. Rachel had her muzzle in the air with the legs of a zebra sticking out, a swallow later and that too was gone and her stomach was bloated with live meat. Next to Rachel was another zebra, younger and smaller, picked epically for Clair. Sitting down Clair grabbed the equine by the head and said, "I thought you were going to your own father." She opened her muzzle and stuffed the zebra's head in.

Elise swallowing hard as she packed away her meal spoke up, "She might have if you didn't calm her down. Rachel's anger is something that scares even me, it's rarely seen. I bet this is the first time she got truly angry in years. Don't worry it's in the past. Let's eat our fill." She grabbed the nearest meal, an adult wolf, with a twist of her wrist she broke his neck and tore his head off. She quickly started eating his head.

Clair was slow to eat her zebra, not as strong as Rachel she was now halfway done with her meal. A few more swallows and the zebra's hips finally slipped past her lips. Biting into her meal the zebra weakly struggled she then swallowed, the taste of blood sparking something basic in her as she fed. Another hard swallow and she was now at his knees, this was a big meal for her, probably the only one she would eat tonight. After a few more swallows the zebra was packed away in her stomach, his cries for help, his begs to be let go were all ignored as her hunger was satisfied. Panting hard she felt her belly, the guy she just devoured was still alive, struggling and dying. Looking at Rachel, Clair noticed that she still looked upset. Clair hugged Rachel for the briefest of moments and it seemed to lighten her spirit.

Rachel was upset that she allowed herself to get angry over a mistake. Clair hugged her, Rachel guessed it was because she kept her promise after all this time of not eating Tom, she saved his life. Looking as her mother was now eating a wolf, Rachel extended her arm she then tore the wolf in two at the hip, leaving the torso for her mom as she ate his hips and legs.

Tom waited in the SUV for an hour, he didn't want to see another hungry tiger for the rest of his life, and he was also having a hard time believing that sweet Clair was now a murderer. Opening the large door he walked back to the hall, entering he saw every tiger in the room sporting an overly full stomach, including Clair. They were now cleaning up the blood from their meals and packing away the survivors to be devoured later. He closed the door and went back to the SUV, laying down in the back seat he went to sleep, something he was afraid to do for two days. The next time Tom woke up he herd muffled cries and struggles coming from behind him.

He didn't bother looking as he saw Clair and Rachel up front backing the SUV into the garage of their house. The light was dim as he watched Rachel get out and walk to the back of the truck, she then carried out three individuals in her arms and inside the house. He knew those individuals would soon be food like he almost was.

Clair got out of the front, opened his door and said, "Are you OK. That was traumatic."

He finally got the rest he needed and he didn't want to see below her breast as her belly was still overly stuffed with what used to be someone. He looked at her head and said, "I'm fine... I'm fine." He needed to hear it himself, he was fine, and he was alive.

Clair then said, "Take your time." She walked into the house turning on the lights she walked to the couch she sat down and relaxed. She waited for a few moments and was soon joined by Rachel who wrapped an arm around her as she sat down. The two almost started to purr in their embrace.

Tom finally gathered the courage to walk into the house, he sat down opposite the two predators. Looking at their bellies he for a brief instant imagined that was him in there, a hot, acid filled tomb. Shaking the thought from his mind he asked the question burning his mind, "Clair how long have you been eating sapients?"

Rachel buried her nose into Clair's neck, bringing out a chuckle from the smaller girl, Clair purred and said, "Uha... Oh four months now. After Rachel ate a guy that I gave her I stayed the night. The next morning I got something to eat not realizing what, no who I was eating until after Rachel woke up and told me."

Rachel added, "I like to sleep late after a big meal."

Clair continued, "At first I was put off that I cooked and ate someone's meat but it tasted good. Rachel always ate sapients and when I asked to have one of her meals she even helped me. After eating... I was fuller than I ever was in my life and I liked it. A short time later I underwent the keratin gene enhancement and since then I've been eating sapients. I now understand why Rachel loves the taste."

Rachel smirked and said, "I paid for the therapy, it may have been expensive but it was worth it. I also snuck in a regeneration enhancement, she heals much faster after feeding."

Tom shivered, Clair was a murderer, a cold blooded killer and she was going to do it again. He asked a question that he asked before, "W-would you eat me?"

Rachel chuckled and said, "Only if you want us to baby."

Tom shivered, he wouldn't be a meal, he then asked, "What is the keratin gene enhancement?"

Rachel spoke up this time, "You know how hair, fur, claws, fingernails, feathers and some scales are normally unable to be digested? The therapy or enhancement was meant for predators who don't like to prepare their meals. It enables us to digest fur, feathers, claws and so forth. It also makes digesting food much easier. It took Clair two days to process her first... meal. Now it takes her a little over twelve hours, it takes me ten to twelve hours. I was born with the gene thanks to my parents."

Tom watched as the newlywed couple cuddling in front of him, he watched as Clair reached between Rachel's pants and fondled her shaft, only now did he see the outline of Rachel's hardening shaft against her pants leg and mumbled to himself, "Damn that thing is huge."

Clair spoke up after licking Rachel's neck which brought a chuckle from the much larger woman, "So when's your flight back home?"

Tom watched the two cuddle and wondered if they would mate right there in front of him, it took him a second to reply, "Three days."

Rachel purred and spoke up, "Y-you can stay here. Remember our feeding habits, don't talk to our food and so you know we tend to make love on a nightly basis."

Tom looked at them and mumbled, "You two are animals."

Clair spoke up with a chuckle, "We know."

Rachel lifted Clair up and carried her into the bedroom. Tom felt a little embarrassed that they heard him, he felt even more embarrassed after hearing the two in their bedroom. Clair moaned and said, "Shouldn't we wait?"

Rachel purred as she replied, "You said he was a perv. I don't care if he watches."

"But I..." Clair moaned and continued, "...I do, he's like family to me, more now than ever." The two got quiet for a second, the sound of a door closing then the distinct clatter of metal on metal, the door was locked followed by the two finishing where they left off, now muffled by the door and walls.

Tom sat in the chair, the oversized chair, he nearly fell asleep but didn't as a sharp and excited growl caught his attention. Getting up he walked to the guest bed room, entering the room he laughed at how big it was but probably normal sized for the two. Working to close the door he took his shirt and pants off then got into bed, falling asleep a short time later.

Tom didn't want to wake up, the big bed was comfortable, soft, warm and relaxing. He looked at the ceiling for what could have been hours as he thought about the room he was in and wondered how Rachel could afford a place like this. Everything was in her size from the floor to the top. The house was not small either it would be considered a mansion for someone his size. A knock on the door caught his attention followed by Clair saying, "May I come in?"

Tom looked at the door, he forgot to lock it, he looked himself over, he was wearing a t-shirt and was decent, and he replied, "Sure." Clair entered wearing a fluffy white robe and holding a small glass of water, well small for her. Looking at her again her belly from last night was gone.

She sat down at the edge of the bed, placing a coaster under the glass she said, "Order anything you want, you're our guest we'll pay for it."

Tom nodded and said, "Clair... what is Rachel's job anyways?"

Clair smirked a bit and said, "Officially she is an accountant but she is a proficient computer programmer, a self taught engineer and good with the stock market. I bet she has an IQ in the 150's but she never shows it and I don't want to ask.

Rachel's voice boomed, "203 last time I took the test."

Tom and Clair both mumbled, "Damn!"

Thinking out loud Tom said, "It is true that high density people are smart."

Rachel boomed from where she was in the house, "High memory retention and I read a lot."

Clair then chuckled and said, "My girl's a genius!?"

Rachel walked into the doorway, she was only wearing a pair of pants. Tom smiled as he looked at her, her figure was magnificent, her breasts were shapely, large and beautiful, and she was built like an elegant brick house. Clair mumbled then said, "Rachel will you put on a shirt?"

Rachel smiled and said, "My house I can walk around topless if I want. Besides Tom doesn't mind." Tom shook his head no.

Clair looked at Rachel and said, "In all the time I knew you, you never said how smart you are, why?"

Rachel stretched and said, "When someone hears that you have an IQ of over 200 you are treated differently so I never say unless it's with someone I already know."

Tom looked Rachel over and said, "So you're smart, strong, beautiful and Blond!?"

Clair then added, "How come I never seen anything from Mensa?"

Rachel growled and said, "Bunch of stuck up snobs... not all of them just enough to make me think that."

Clair paused for a moment and said, "I you're so smart how many languages do you know?"

Rachel replied in fluent French, "I know French but I bet you two don't understand much of what I am saying."

Tom was shocked as he could understand part of it and said, "French?"

Rachel then said in fluent Italian, "I also know Italian but as with French you probably are going to get just fragments of what I am saying."

Clair paused for a moment and said, "That was Italian right?" Rachel nodded yes and Clair continued, "Wait you have an IQ of over 200, you know French and Italian and I'm just figuring out about this NOW!?"

Tom chuckled and said, "Now I want to marry her."

Rachel yawned and said, "I would prefer it if you forgot my IQ but the French and Italian, yes I am fluent in both languages."

Clair paused for a moment and asked, "Is there anything else I don't know about you?"

Rachel walked over to Clair, hugging her she said, "Were married sweetie, we have a lifetime to find out."

Clair purred and said, "I guess our honeymoon in Paris France has nothing to do with you knowing French?"

Rachel smirked and said, "You wanted to go to Paris France, I wanted to go, it sounded like a great place to start."

Clair paused for a moment and said, "How long have you known?"

Rachel looked up and said, "When I saw the picture of the Eiffel tower on the wall and numerous Paris pictures in your tablet I knew. So I would say over a year now."

Clair paused then said, "Changing the subject. Rachel I know you want a convertible, what would you do if I gave you mine?"

Rachel thought and said, "I would first take it apart, replace the 400hp motor with a 1000hp motor, the reactor and capacitors would have to go, I would install a high performance manual 4 speed transmission with a new drive train, I then would paint it gunmetal gray with silver flakes to give it some visual pop. Zero to pinned against the back seat at the push of the accelerator. Since I already got some of the parts I would need a new drive train, transmission and I know where to get it painted."

Clair paused and said, "All that off the top of your head!?"

Rachel smirked and said, "You have a 2079 Ford Mustang Type 2 convertible, that was one of the first models of convertibles I looked at mostly because the suspension and the size. Ford may have crapped out with the motor but everything else is well built, and you know how much I like to build my toys. You know I built my SUV from a kit.

Tom listened, some of it was over his head but he asked, "What's under the hood of your SUV?"

Rachel smiled and said, "A 1K HP motor, 3 speed manual trans designed for work and not play, 4x4 with front and rear worm gear differentials, an overbuilt 4 wheel independent suspension, he's off-road ready."

Clair paused, "I rarely have to take her SUV out of second gear. Now I know why."

Rachel smirked as she said, "Take the limiter off and he can do wheelies like no-one's business."

Tom nearly jumped up as he said, "I've got to see that! Isn't one thousand horses overkill?"

Rachel leaned against the door frame as she said, "Without a wheelie bar it would be tricky, I don't have plans to look for one. And yes one thousand horses is overkill but the torque and acceloration are nothing to cough at."

Tom had forgotten his fears and was relaxed for now. As the days passed he was cruelly reminded of their feeding habits when Rachel and Clair devoured their leftovers from the feast he was almost a part of while he watched. Clair devoured a dove while Rachel devoured two. He left on his flight and was both saddened and relieved, saddened because he left his lifelong friend and relieved because he was out of the house of man eaters.

With their meals processed Clair and Rachel were at the airport, their flight to France would be a long one, well long for them because Rachel did not like the idea of flying. They had neighboring window seats, Clair took the window seat and closed the blind, Rachel did her best to sleep on the flight. Unfortunately for Rachel every bump made her a bit jumpy and she had a hard time getting a good rest.

When they arrived in Paris France they quickly found their hotel, the honeymoon sweet was prepared for them. Entering the room Rachel embraced Clair and said, "You smell ...spicy." It was a scent she smelled once before the start of Clair's heat. They planed everything as best they could, Clair would be in heat on their honeymoon, they would mate and by the time they returned Clair should be pregnant. Rachel didn't want to let go of Clair but did so as there was one more thing they needed before they started their honeymoon.

The two left and went their separate ways, Clair getting a bag of fresh rose petals while Rachel went to get their dinner.

Clair returned to their hotel room, the musk of sex was thick in the air. Clair walked into the bedroom, in the giant bed Rachel was at the edge, her near foot and a half shaft was buried deep in the sex of a female squirrel while she was sucking off her husband. Rachel said something in French that Clair didn't understand, Clair though maybe she would learn French from Rachel.

Spotting Clair, Rachel smiled and said to the squirrels, "Don't worry, that's my wife, she likes to watch and I enjoy putting on a show." The one thing Rachel liked about nailing those smaller than her was that they were always tight around her. Unfortunately for them she would outlast them, though they were tight their grip left much to be desired.

The male squirrel was fiercely fucking his wife, she was trapped between a powerhouse and her husband, the large shaft easily visible from under her tail. With each thrust from Rachel she was plowed forward into her husband's crotch, she was deep throating him like never before. She felt her husband's shaft twitch in her mouth, he was on the verge of his release. With one powerful thrust from Rachel she was forced to swallow her husband's shaft down to the root just as he grunted in his release. He shot a massive load down her throat, she was not keen on giving him a blow-job like this but Rachel was persuasive and the way she described it sounded fun, it was.

As her husband grunted and exploded in her mouth he gripped her head weakly then backed off, pulling his shaft out of her mouth and shooting the remainder of his load on her face. Rachel placed a hand on her back coaxing her to lay head down on the bed as she continued to plow into her, now with slow long strokes. Rachel though powerful was surprisingly gentle and touched her in places no man had ever reached before. As she panted and had one of the most explosive orgasms in her life, by this time Rachel had stopped thrusting into her as she spoke up, "Baby, that was great." Her husband didn't respond, "Maybe we could do this again..." This time she looked up to see her husband halfway down the throat of the giant tigress that was fucking her, his legs were kicking and his torso's outline was visible in the tigresses throat. She cried out, "W-What are you doing!? Stop! That's my husband, Let him go!"

Rachel kept her hand on the female squirrel's back, she always wanted to try eating like this but could never convince a couple to join them of their own free will. Clair wanted to wait until the husband had his orgasm before she started eating him, now he was half way down her throat, his hips legs kicking and flailing, his tail doing the same. With the aid of gravity she gulped sliding his hips past her lips, the next gulp sent his waist into her throat. She returned to thrusting into the female, wanting her cock to be stimulated one final time by the woman, she could see Clair licking her lips out o the corner of her eye. The female squirrel was crying for help but that would never come, they chose this hotel specifically because it catered to predators and the walls were sound proofed. One more gulp and she swallowed the squirrel's knees, she now let her throat muscles do their job and with the aid of the saliva that was collecting in her mouth she watched as the squirrel's legs slipped past her mouth. Closing her mouth around the squirrel's tail she swallowed hard, the bulge of her neck slid down and filled her belly as the tail was pulled past her lips. Licking her lips Rachel looked down at the female Squirrel, now pressed under her live and squirming husband that was in her stomach.

Clair watched the whole scene, she would get the female soon, she was not that hungry but the way tigers mated it was safer to start the mating season with a full belly than an empty one. Clair chuckled and said, "How did you do it?"

Rachel purred and replied, "I can be persuasive. Your dinner is ready." Rachel stood up, the squirrel was now trapped between the tigresses impossibly strong grip her struggling husband and impaled on the tigresses shaft. Rachel faced Clair holding the Squirrel, Clair licked the girl's face and quickly engulfed it in her muzzle. It was slower than Rachel as she wanted to savor the flavor of her French dinner. Rachel went back to thrusting into the squirrel girl's sex as she started to vanish into Clair's eager muzzle. They played with her like this for a while, each thrust from Rachel sent her inches down into Clair's muzzle, only when Rachel's shaft was buried into Clair's mouth did the herm-tigress pull back and out of Clair's meal. Rachel sat down to watch as Clair tilted her head back and with the aid of gravity continued to slowly devour the squirrel girl alive. When all that was visible of the squirrel girl was her tail slipping between Clair's lips did Clair swallow hard and pack away her dinner. Patting her belly Clair smiled, she liked being full.

Rachel yawned and patted the bed, coaxing Clair to join her, Clair obliged and took her top off as she sat down. Rachel kissed her and said, "Why don't we save our energy. Tomorrow is going to be an interesting day Mrs. Sherman-Winterfed."

A month later

Clair and Rachel were in the doctor's office, the doctor gave Clair a stern look and said, "You do know why it is unadvised for normal women to bear high density children?"

Clair responded, "Because the child can cause irreparable harm to the mother. Yes I know, Rachel explained everything. We are going to have our child transferred to her."

The doctor placed his tablet down and said, "Children, you're having twins."

The news surprised Clair and Rachel, more so Rachel than her wife. Rachel had her head tilted to the side, thinking and said over and over, "Twins, were going to have twins!?" After a few moments she blurted out, "Were going to need a bigger house!"

Six months later.

It was Saturday morning, Rachel's appetite grew thanks to her pregnancy. Clair was cleaning up the mess of Rachel's latest feeding and Rachel was out collecting their next meals. A knock on the door brought Clair out of her trance. Answering the door it was Tom, he smiled up at her and said, "May I come in?"

Clair invited him in and said, "You look upset, what's wrong?" She sniffed the air and said, "Tom... what's wrong?"

Tom was quiet as he walked into the house and sat down on their couch, he finally said, "Maybe you should have a seat, this is a long story." Clair sat down next to Tom and he spoke up, "I didn't tell anyone but I have brain cancer. I've had it for years and for a time I had it under control. That was until recently ...remission. It grew back more aggressive than ever. The cancer is inoperable and... It will kill me within a year. I don't want anyone to find out... I-I think it would be best if I was to disappear."

Clair paused for a moment and said, "Disappear, Tom what are you asking!?"

He looked at her and said, "I want you and Rachel to e-e-eat me."

Clair hugged Tom, tears streaming down her eyes as she said, "Tom please don't say that. Rachel was only teasing you, she didn't mean it and I... your family to me, I could never eat you."

Tom hugged back and said, "I know she was teasing me but it's better than having cancer slowly destroy me ...and you two are going to be parents. At least this way when you see your children you can think of me."

Clair held her childhood friend and said, "Tom, NO, I won't allow it!"

Tom stood up and nearly yelled, "It's not your choice to make! It's mine, I've already made plans for when I die ...or disappear. I don't want anyone to know that I was eaten, I don't want anyone to know that I have cancer, I...I...AHHHHH!!!" He gripped his head in pain and fell to the ground.

Tom came to, the first thing he saw was Rachel looking down at him as he laid on the couch. She stood looming over him, and said, "He's awake."

Clair raced over and said, "Are you all right!?"

Tom grabbed his head and said, "Migraine... been getting worse lately."

Rachel looked at him, the look in her eye was that of a predator staring down its prey, he only guessed that Clair told her. Tom looked at Rachel's belly it was big but not as big as it normally was after she fed, he guessed that was her babies. He sat up but Clair held him down with an arm, he could tell she's been crying and he wondered how long he was out, that last one caught him off guard and without warning. He looked up at Rachel and said, "Did she tell you everything." Rachel nodded yes, Tom then said, "Will you carry out my request."

Rachel spoke calmly and nearly quietly as she said, "Did you take chemotherapy?"

Tom nodded no and said, "Nanotheraphy."

Rachel then said, "I will eat you... but first I want you to spend a week with us, live out your final week with family and friends before you become my food."

Tom thought he would be dinner right then and there but what she offered was much better, at least he wouldn't have to hide his pain with them. He looked up at the giant woman and said, "I accept."

Rachel then said, "Question. You are on vacation right?"

Tom nodded and said, "I worked up a ten day vacation then came right over here."

Rachel then thought, "OK. I'll fund your bus ticket back, at the first bus stop you will step off and not back on, you will then step into the back of my SUV and hide as I drive us back. That way you will turn up missing without raising much attention."

Tom sighed and said, "Thanks, but why a bus?"

Rachel relaxed and said, "Simple, a bus makes stops that the passengers get off on and if you don't return you are quickly reported missing. Don't worry, I did a little research and your cancer won't bother me, my stomach will 'fix' the problem."

Tom shivered and said, "W-will there be anything left of me that's identifiable?"

Rachel nodded no and said, "Fur, bones, teeth, claws, all will be dissolved, even organic clothing. Nothing but excrement will remain."

Tom nodded, "Good, I don't want you two to be in trouble for... what I asked. Why the week? Why not eat me now?"

Rachel sighed and said, "You're a friend, I have to first see you as food before I can comfortably devour you."

Tom sighed as Rachel and Clair sat down next to him and hugged him, he then said, "This may not be so bad."

Rachel picked Tom up and said, "Were going to the movies tomorrow, your choice and my treat."

Tom paused as she was about to carry him into the guest bedroom, he said, "I know this may sound bad but... I would like to join the two of you in your bed."

Clair finally spoke up and said, "Why?"

Tom continued, "Because of Rachel, she's one of my fetishes. A strong, smart woman, I don't care if I get fucked in the end, as long as I'm a part of it I..."

Clair paused for a long moment thinking about it, in the end she said, "Sure. We've had three ways and a few three-ways ways with some of our meals." Rachel then carried Tom into their bed room.

The next morning Tom's ass was sore, Rachel warned him but he insisted. For the next week Rachel treated Tom like a king. Even during their nightly three-way she did her best to be gentle. When his week was up Tom had his last meal and was off on the bus. The first stop he got off and never returned, jumping into the back of Rachel's SUV had he hid in the trapdoor under the floorboard. Entering the garage he stripped his clothes off and tossed them into the trash.

Sitting on the island he watched as Rachel drizzled oil over his body, she was already salivating and hungry, pregnancy made her ravenous. When he was sufficiently covered in oil Tom smirked and said, "You saved me from being a meal, now I'm your dinner."

Rachel then said, "Do you want a blindfold?"

Tom nodded no and said, "Enjoy your meal."

Rachel licked his head, rolled him over onto his belly and said, "I will." Rachel swallowed a few gulps of air to make his death less painful, he would asphyxiate before he would digest. He offered no resistance but didn't help.

Tom could feel Rachel's throat tightening around his feet and legs, she said she would devour him feet first. He waited for his inevitable end, the last week was probably his favorite week ever since he was diagnosed, sure the sex was great and fun but spending time with friends was what made it better. He felt as her warm muzzle engulfed his hips, she took hold of his arms and pinned them to his side, to prevent his escape when he panics, he said he wouldn't panic, she only responded, 'we'll see.'

Tom felt her warm and wet embrace around his torso, she was eating him slowly, savoring his flavor, and he was really food. When she was at his shoulders did his mind demand that she let him go, he started to struggle and say, "Wait, I'll fight. Just don't eat me." He struggled but his attempts were in vain as the next thing he saw was a cave, the opening was lined with large fangs, her tongue pressed against his face and pushed him into her throat. His descent into her stomach was quick as she swallowed a few times. He struggled and was partially thankful there was air to breath. As he struggled and fought against the inevitable he quickly ran out of air and closed his eyes for the final time.

Rachel ate him slowly, savoring the flavor of her favorite meal, he struggled and that too slowly died down. After a few minutes she burped up what little air she gave him and went to Clair in their bed room.

Clair could imagine what Rachel was doing to Tom, Rachel told Tom what she would do to the detail and tomorrow he would be shit in her toilet. Clair watched as a full Rachel entered the bed room, Rachel eating Tom hadn't dampened neither of their spirits, Clair smiled and laid back and said, "One final night with Tom?"

Rachel purred, her belly was full with one of the biggest meals she's swallowed whole. Rachel cuddled with Clair and said, "I was thinking the same thing. I doubt he would have it any other way." Rachel rolled over with Clair on top, Clair place her hands on Rachel's overstuffed belly, Rachel's pregnancy didn't slow her down one bit both when she fed or in bed. Clair would ride Rachel while Tom fueled the muscle-bound tigress.