Big guys have big appetites. And both Jem and Sol happen to be particularly huge and hefty fellas. Though it remains to be seen for how much longer. Sol has since been treated as a snack and it's only a matter of time before Jem settles on deciding whether or not the kangaroo looks better in him... or on him as a part of his thighs.

So... SolAxe draws absolutely amazing pictures. Particularly ones with an emphasis on vore. I happen to keep on liking and commissioning those kinds of pictures!

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"That's-" Jem struggled to steady himself as a seismic belch roared free from between his lips. If any structures had remained they would have been flattened instantly. Well... any structures freely standing outside of Jem, or Sol's, stomach to be precise. Smacking his lips, the rough collie stifled a jaw splitting yawn and looked out across the barren landscape. "That's everything!"

Little if any traces remained of the once quaint and vibrant village that sat situated at the foot of a vast mountain range. Fissures, paw shaped craters, and tracts of upturned earth marked where it once stood. With ruthless and ravenous efficiency Jem had uprooted and consumed everything. Hundreds, if not thousands, of people and their histories had been devoured. As had every last trace of the civilization they had built up over untold ages.

Resting his hands on his now excessively generous hips, Jem couldn't help but shyly ponder at the possibilities. He squeezed at a thunderous thigh and blushed at the thought of an entire civilization reduced to kilocalories upon his hefty frame. This... this was something he could get used to.

Faint gurgles and sloshes answered the corpulent collie's gloating. Sol, having been fattened and forced to gorge on the entire city shoved down Jem's throat lest he be buried beneath it all, weakly shifted in place as his bloated and nearly immobile form continued to resist being digested. As the kangaroo's protests faded, and he gradually found himself bunched and balled up by the constrictive walls of Jem's stomach lining, the heaving and distended lumps pushing out from Jem's gut slowly smoothed out.

"Told you so," Jem sleepily taunted as, with every footfall, the very earth rippled out from beneath his swollen soles. The lack of a response from the kangaroo prompted an amused snort from the collie. "I would love to rub it in but..." he yawned once more as he flopped back onto the mountainside behind him. The apocalyptic descent of those fuzzy ass cheeks sent tons of snow and rock cascading down the mountainous slopes in furious waves. As he made himself comfortable under the light of a waning moon, stars twinkling overhead, Jem contentedly sank back into the mountainside. Which proved disconcertingly pliable under the weight of his impossible girth.

"But I could really use some shut eye. Night, Sol! Guess we'll find out tomorrow whether or not you look better in me..." Jem slapped a hand against his gurgling gut. "...Or on me."

The collie's breathing slowed as he settled into a heavy slumber. As he became dead to the world, Jem's stomach sloshed incessantly. Belches, wet and heavy, roared free from the unconscious canine's lips as his stomach gradually deflated over the course of the night. As the sun slowly rose over the horizon, bathing the slumbering colossus in a swathe of pinks, purples, and oranges, it revealed a substantially diminished gut. A testament to how easily digested, and forgotten, an entire town and fellow colossus could be, and would be, rendered before the insatiable and all-consuming collie.