Jean smiled to herself as she awoke. Delicious aromas were already wafting into the bedroom, which could only mean one thing:
Kaitlin had cooked breakfast.
Sure enough, Jean climbed out of bed and walked out into the kitchen area of their shared apartment to see a veritable feast piled on the table. Stacks of pancakes rose up like tiny skyscrapers. Plates of crispy bacon were practically still sizzling. Dishes of hash browns just waited to be smothered in ketchup. It was a tantalizing smorgasbord, enough to feed a small army, and it was all for her.
Kaitlin herself was standing next to the mountain of food, wearing an adorable pink apron -- and nothing else. "Good morning, Jean!" She said, her voice cheerful.
Jean smiled back at Kaitlin. "Good morning, sweetheart. What's all this for? Is this a special occasion?"
"Nope!" Kaitlin trotted up to Jean and kissed her on the cheek. "Just a nice breakfast for my girlfriend."
Kaitlin had to stand on her tiptoes to give Jean the kiss. The two rabbits couldn't look more different: Kaitlin was small and slender, while Jean was about two heads taller than her and quite a bit more round of figure. Standing next to each other, they could do a passable imitation of the number ten.
"And, you know," Kaitlin continued, giving Jean that low-lidded look that was intended to look alluring but really just made her more adorable, "maybe afterwards you can have a little taste of me."
Jean chuckled to herself. She had to admit that she didn't really understand this whole "feeder" thing that Kaitlin was into. But hey, Jean did love to eat, so she didn't mind if Kaitlin loved to watch her. And if that usually transitioned into some lazy, bloated lovemaking, she was fine with that, too.
Jean sat down at the table, picking up her knife and fork. "Well, I'd better get started, then! I've got to finish my meal before I get my dessert, right?"
Kaitlin blushed, but then leaned in close as Jean started to eat.
That was another thing that Jean had to give Kaitlin: she sure could cook. The pancakes were just the right amount of fluffy, and they soaked up butter and syrup like sponges. The bacon was crisp and flavorful, and the hash browns were just the right amount of brown. Everything about the meal was, in a word, *perfect.* Jean couldn't resist any of it.
She scarfed down the food with little thought for good manners: she knew Kaitlin didn't care, and there was no one else here to impress. She gulped down whole slices of bacon and crammed large amounts of hash browns into her mouth. She entered a sort of gluttonous nirvana, inhaling entire stacks of pancakes at once, barely chewing them before sending them down her gullet. She swallowed a large, strawberry-flavored morsel in one bite. Whole plates of greasy bacon disappeared into her maw.
Soon, she was finishing, shoveling the last few pancakes into her mouth with her fork and sloshing them around in her cheeks before sending them down to join her growing belly. She leaned back and let out a long, satisfied sigh. Her stomach was enormous, her bloated gut forming a large sphere in front of her.
Except... something was wrong. Why was it so quiet? Why wasn't Kaitlin already rubbing her full belly, trying to elicit small belches?
"Kaitlin?"
No answer. Jean looked down and saw the pink apron discarded on the floor. Strawberry -- Jean had tasted strawberry. Had there been any strawberries on the table? Didn't Kaitlin use strawberry-scented shampoo?
No, that wasn't possible. Was it?
Jean leaned forward, placing both hands on her belly and training both large ears towards it. She could hear a symphony of gurgles as her gut started working on its overly-large meal. She focused all her attention on the furry orb, trying to detect anything out of the ordinary.
And then, there it was. She felt a small flutter of movement that definitely didn't come from her, and she could just barely make out the muffled sounds of a distressed voice.
"Oops."
It didn't seem possible. Jean wasn't a pred, after all! And how could she swallow a whole *person* without noticing, no matter how petite? And yet the evidence was right in front of her: the apron on the floor and the frightened struggling coming from inside her belly, the voice muffled by layers of fur, flesh, and breakfast foods. Jean had eaten her girlfriend, who was now swimming in a soup made from the very meal she had prepared.
"Well, um... I'm sorry, Kaitlin. I really didn't mean to eat you," Jean said. She wasn't sure Kaitlin could actually hear her, but she felt like she had to say *something*. "I don't know how to get you out, though, since rabbits can't throw up. I think you're... well, you're breakfast."
Jean heard more muffled shouts, but couldn't make out any words. Kaitlin was buried under a *lot* of food right now, and she was probably struggling to keep her head above the surface.
"Maybe it's not so bad, though?" Jean continued. "I mean, you *did* say I could have a taste of you. And now you get to be part of the pudge you love so much!" She gave her belly a slap, which brought out both another belch from her and another round of squirms from Kaitlin. It didn't quite seem like Kaitlin agreed, but what could Jean do?
Jean stood up, bracing herself against the table to pull herself to her feet, then started waddling towards the bedroom door, holding her belly with both hands.
"Mmf... maybe keep squirming like that, actually?" Jean said. "I think I see why preds do this." Jean made her way back to the bedroom and collapsed back onto her bed, her belly rising like a mountain in front of her.
How long would it take? There was a lot of food in there to digest; would that mean Jean would get to enjoy Kaitlin's squirms a little longer? Maybe she could swallow some air -- she had heard of preds doing something like that.
Jean smiled to herself. However long it lasted, she was going to enjoy it. She lay back on the bed, listening to the gurgles and muffled shouts coming from her belly, idly running both hands over the furry orb as it started to work on processing the enormous load of potatoes, bacon, batter, and rabbit meat.
Maybe she would have to find another girlfriend soon.
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I'm sure everyone is getting tired of pictures for Vore Day -- but here's one more! This is also my participation for #fatbunnyweek .
I'm actually really proud of this one! I think I'm improving, even if slowly.
