Big guys have big appetites. And both Jem and Sol happen to be particularly huge and hefty fellas. Much to Jem's delight, and Sol's consternation, a certain rough collie found out that kangaroos are particularly filling! Even with that said, Jem still hungers. It's a little strange, kind of sort of eating for two, but the colossal collie is more than happy to indulge and stuff himself by whatever means necessary.

So... SolAxe draws absolutely amazing pictures. Particularly ones with an emphasis on vore. I'm still getting them and still writing for them in response.

Hope you enjoy!

FIRST, PREVIOUS, NEXT

---

Chin tucked against his pecs, Jem groaned at the sight of his engorged gut filling the entirety of his vision. Never... never had he felt so full, so swollen, so... so satisfied! His lips curled into a bashful smile, he rubbed a hand along the lumpy protrusions that lined his stomach and snrrked at the muffled belch he could hear, and feel, rippling inside it.

"The rules were first to clean their half of the alleyway wins..." Sol grumbled as he made himself comfortable within the collie's innards. Bulging walls of tissue, fat, and muscle mass constricted around the kangaroo as he stewed amongst Jem's digestive juices.

The rough collie thrummed his fingers against his drum of a stomach. "Not my fault you wandered into my half. You were fair game!"

"You're such a sore loser," the lemony kangaroo snapped back as he sank his paws into the warm walls of flesh. Breathing heavily of the hot and humid air, Sol could feel the energy sapping from his sopping wet body as he struggled within his friend's stomach.

"And so what if I am?" Jem proudly proclaimed with a triumphant belch as he grunted at the faint discomfort in his gut. His lips pursed at the sound of a faint gurgle emanating from his midsection. "Uhhh... was that my stomach? Or yours?"

"That was mine," Sol answered with his cheeks puffed out. He violently wobbled in place as Jem's innards pinched against his limbs. A deafening groan accompanied their failed attempt to digest and subsume him. "And that was yours."

Brows arched, the prone canine clasped at the sides of his rock hard gut. His tail wagged shyly at the thought that, even now, he still hungered. "Well then. How about we fix that?"

Licking his lips, the kangaroo hmmed in agreement. "Betcha can't finish off the rest of the town."

"Watch me." Jem grunted while he struggled to rise to his feet. Stomach sloshing side to side, planted his hands against the rubble strewn earth at his sides and pulled himself up into a sitting position. "Just... just gimme a minute."

Rolling his eyes, Sol couldn't help but snort as he swayed with the corpulent canine's jiggling gut.

Stomach spilling across his thighs, Jem, with great effort, rose to a standing position. As he staggered to his feet countless structures crumbled apart even further in response to his meteoric footfalls. The very earth depressed beneath his obscene heft. "Shall we get started?" the rough collie asked with a slurp of his lips. The townsfolk too stupid or too terrified to have fled by now gawked at his engorged form.

Padded toes splayed apart, Jem stepped forward. Shockwaves, colored by the kicked up dust and debris, radiated out from him. Whatever onlookers had the misfortune to be within his vicinity were violently thrown to the ground. Dropping to his knees, the canine dragged a clawed hand along the length of a city block. He scooped up onlookers, shop stalls, and the cobbled roads they all lay collapsed upon into his vast palm. "Feels weird eating for two now," Jem smirked as he held his hand up high above his head and ahhed nice and wide. Tongue lolling out of his mouth, he sealed his snacks' fates with a twist of his wrist.

"Do you ever shut up?" Sol snorted.

Shrieking throughout their freefall, countless furs and humans alike tumbled down into the rough collie's cavernous maw. As they breached his teeth, glistening towers of saliva slicked bone, they were beset upon by his oppressive breath. A literal wall of damp and heavy air clamped their clothes against their bodies as they tumbled down into his throat. Smacking painfully against his tongue, or bouncing against the muscles lining the inside of his throat, their continued descent revealed a smaller, yet no less insatiable, maw waiting for them at the bottom.

The kangaroo’s own ahhhhhhh reverberated within the collie’s throat before it transitioned into smacks and gulps. “Keep ‘em coming,” he commanded in between swallows as he gradually came to fill Jem's distended stomach even further by stuffing his own. The duo glurked, smacked, and chewed in arrhythmic unison as an entire population center gradually came to be relocated within their respective guts.