-Oormmnglgh-. A rumble stirred from within the traveller, a hand instinctively reaching down to fondle her rumbling midriff. With a sigh she folded up the map and stashed it back in her saddlebag. “Ey, Delwen, watch where you put that thin'.” The umber furred head of a ferret poked up over the saddle bag's rim, next to the map. Delwen held her hands together.

     “Brune? How long have you been in my left satchel?”

     “Since the right one ran out of snacks, bunbun.” The ferret spoke up and darted up onto the Hare-taur's backside, from the high point they surveyed the road and the fields surrounding said road. The wheat fields looked like they would stretch into the horizon were it not for the forest. “How 'bout we stop for a bite?” Delwen kept trotting on along the road, her ears sloping down over her head.

     “Afraid we won't have much before we reach the next town.” -Grrloumgl- Brune arched his head back and scoffed.

     “That could be forever at this rate you know?” He slumped backwards, his cinnamon coat meeting her alabaster back, idly poking the orange dots on her back which just reminded him of apricots. “Can't we just stop soon? My little legs are tired from all this walkin'.” To this Delwen smiled back to the ferret she carried on her back.

     “I'll see what I can do.” She spoke as if addressing a pup.

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     ”Hold up.” Brune tugged on Delwen's muffin top to make her stop over a bridge, the bun glancing down.

     “Do you need a minute in the bushes again?”

     “It isn't that,” Brune said and raised his nose, “do you smell that?” Delwen took a moment and found a scent of steam in the air, that which rises from a brewing stew. “Down there.” Brune pointed under the bridge, and Delwen hopped her way down the dirt slope.

     “Ooo.”

     “Oooo.” Hidden by the shade of the bridge a heap of containers reaching above Delwen's shoulders sprawled out before them, many wrapped in plastic bags but many laid open to showcase bundles of food. Noodles in sauce, bread, woks and burgers, it was enough to spur life in the pilgrims' stomachs. -Goorulmngl-. Delwen moistened her lips.

     “It must have fallen off a transport, do you thin-.”

     “I've got dibs on any chocolate snowballs.” The ferret was already scuttling between packages and cracking them open like presents. That alone was enough to coax Delwen into joining.

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     ”Aaaaomphnf.” The bun tucked one of the white boxes into her maw with a finger, closing her lips around the container and munching down to break into the treat inside. -Mnnffn- -Ommnf-. A shudder went through her as this one tasted of carrots, Colby cheese and wheat buns. From the pile rose the smog of cooked meals, enveloping them with the scents of grilled paprika, salt and oregano, a world of meals. The taur chewed up the veggie burger whilst she dropped in a few dumplings and scrambled in the pile for the next treat. Brune laid back in between three containers of different noodle dishes, slurping down a stran) from each one, suckling down the sauce covered lengths of pasta and massaging the pot belly bulging out his slender physique. Pausing for a moment whilst he crammed down a fish-stick the size of his arm, the ferret patted his chest. -Bohuuraaph-. A little cloud of tepid air flew out with the carb-dense belch.

     “Phoo, beat that bunbun.” Delwen mumbled between pursed lips, patting on her engorged cheeks that looked like she was sucking tennis balls. -Gllnnmp-. The burls receded as the mush of grub creeped down her neck. Yet, in an instance her cheeks blossomed up again. -Aooohrrraaauph- -Bruuaarhp- The throat gale made the Hare's lips quake and ripple, moisture and spittle from the burp matting Brune's coat as he got a faceful of reeking carrot breath.

     “Ooh.. exschumlnseh meh.” Delwen spoke, stuffing her maw with more cartons. Brune shook his head and crammed down a pair of mozzarella sticks.

     “Oh jeah? Ihjl'l shuw yhoo.” He said and kneaded down on his gullet with his maw wide open. -Pfhhrrulth-. Yet nothing came from his maw. Delwen's chuckles were muffled beneath mounds of junk-food, Brune darting into a noodle carton until the moment blew over. -Braarch-.

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     Come nighttime the two had managed to put quite a dent in the pile. Brune laid back, letting out a casual -Boourap- now and then while patting his belly. Delwen also held her tummy, but she sounded strained. “Oonng...”

     “Ey, what are you jamerin' about?”

     “bhnng... my belly feels like a potato.” The taur's four legs wiggled about as she rubbed down on her gut.

     “Want some help there?” Brune laid his paws on her upper belly.

     “S' this it? Lower?” A shake of her head between groans answered him. As he reached further and further down her belly, the more his cheeks started to take on a new hue, glancing upwards, so did hers.

     “Oonng Mmngh... t-there-oo -Oouuraalp- feels like I swallowed laundry...” Brune's paws were dangerously close to her crotch, though he laid his ear against her body, listening to her lower colon whilst the butt heaved up and down, churning its meal. “Grngnnr...” Delwen wheezed with some tears lining her cheeks.

     “Really hurts that badly?” A nod accompanied by a whimper came from the hare who covered her cheeks. “Then... I'll fix you up, just need to, find what is going on in there...”

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     -Shllrillcs-. “Mnnng.. You h-have to be careful in there, o-ok?” Delwen gave a glance to the rod of umber fur jutting out her white cheeks, wailing to herself whilst she felt her friend delving deeper, not without recognizing the pulses of heat that came in tow with her pucker grasping at the Ferret's torso.

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     -Ohurrhlgmn-. -Ooung-. Brune clambered deeper, groumbles resonated between the tunnel of flesh, her bowels sang like a whale. He shook off some colon juices from his face. Sure she was big, but she wasn't whale big. -Ooummlpsghsl-. Though she sure sounded like it. Above, separated from him by layers of flesh, were the stomach heaving around dunes of chyme, bread soaked in juices turning and mangling to mush, a massive organic grinder. -Slhriolsgh-. The walls of the colon contracted, clenching around him, he quivered as the folds of flesh on the wall draped him in warmth, feeling it move down as a wave over his body, pulsating down to the pucker and massaging him by the precipice of her whole. “Calm naw, calm.” Brune whispered, unsure who he spoke with. His coat was long since soaked by the undulating walls brushing down while he wormed his way through the maze. -Grlloorllhm-. He felt how his motions made his whole world wobble, the thought that it was the way he broadened her colon caused her tremors made his cheeks turn red. “I'm just a suppository, gonna make her better.” He told himself and heaved up into the depths oozing of boiled cabbage and butt grease.

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     Tingles tickled Delwen from her rear to her spine, trying to remain still whilst her belly shifted and swayed with the influence of the bulge of her friend creeping up her gullet. -Shkrklgn-. A slam within her made her bend over her belly, the pressing sensation in her depths nudging and heaving. “Oonnhhugmm... S-said careful.” She said behind clasped teeth and nearly tumbled over as it felt like her insides tied themselves in a knot. -Goourglng-. The cinnamon tail creeping out of her clenching rear waved frantically. Taking it as a sign she squeezed down on her belly, her knuckles sinking into the padded sack. -Ooupploh-. A buoyant rumble ran out from the gut, as a reverberating sensation spiked through her colon. “phhaangnss.” Delwen squealed whilst the blockade, inflated by her friend's body, surged down her torso in a crooked path towards her rear end. -Frhhlglls- A grind of moist fur came whilst the Ferret's body was compressed out like toothpaste made of mud. Yet along with him was something that felt more akin to a potato the size of her paw. -Pllgush-. A crackle from the earthy texture of the fudge resounded as Delwen's pit bloated and engorged around Brune's head and the mud loosely attached thereto. As the rugose ring of flesh sprawled over him he shook free from its hold and slumped back onto the ground, dollops of bunny batter trailing down his face and slapping down onto the ground around him, moulding over gravel and sand like heated clay. “Mmnngh.. fggrnng.” The hare panted out whilst her pucker swelled and shrank, gradually shifting out a clump in off white towards her exit. “Mnngg...” She strained herself and rubbed down her filled belly, feeling her butt hugging around the crumpled mass of melted plastic and Styrofoam cartons she had wolfed down, -Fhiirrrlth- gusts of colon air hissing past the clog. The rim of flesh crawling over bumps and crags of the polymer chunk that had been forged in her depths. “Phaaamaaawh!” She grunted out as her pucker draped down the ends of the plastic hunk, shuffling the glistening heap onto the ground only to soon be followed by a hunk of bunny sludge. The past meals were congealed and processed into a slab of chubby bowel chocolate, clear indents and creases outlined the balls of muck that had been melded together into the bloated chunk leaving her bunhole. -Phrooluplth-. An odour drenched in the tart innards of a hare intestine puttered out with the clumps of manure squeezed past her brim, accompanying the pliable lengths slapping into each other with damp -Klldfffh-, building up her own heap behind the solid sphere of plastic.

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     ”Phoaa. Phree...” Delwen panted and glanced down to Brune brushing himself clean.

     “You know,” he said attempting to hide his blush, “yer supposed to open these before eating them.” At this she could only chuckle with a growing fluster, poking her fingers together in awkward manner.

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     In the glimmer of dusk that still reached the road, I saw my white coat shining, as if it had been polished. Keeping a good pace required some more effort with my luggage stocked full with as much of the treasure as would fit. -Oouurmgmblg-. Though that was nothing a bit of an energy boost couldn't solve. I rummaged through the left satchel, in search for the nougat bar I had stashed away. Though, once I held it, I felt something fuzzy beneath it. For a moment there was hesitation, then I plucked up the chocolate treat. “A bit bigger than I remembered.” Droplets of drool hung from the roof of my mouth as I flung the whole bundle into my maw, stuffing away my hand in the same swoop as to not miss a single fragment of the treat. I Savoured the taste of cocoa melting across my tongue while I could before my throat claimed the confection. My hearts' flutters became a pounding once my oesophagus grasped a hold of the treat, tingles making my chest quiver and as soon as I felt the oblong protrusion my pucker convulsed with excitement. “Haaaa.” -Aoohoourrhp-. The taste left on my lips from the bellow was chocolate, cinnamon... and fur.

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     A shroud of incarnadine enveloped everything. -Chllrrrls- All around me was just walls of flesh rippling and the spittle that laced them. All except the nougat, which I had been nibbling away at in my sleep, that now served as my miniature raft. “Delwen, I'm bein' gobbled!” Was I still sleeping? Everything happened without concern for me. -Shuuish-. Didn't smell like a dream, more of black trumpet mushrooms. Everything tightened, without warning the tube ahead parted open, and I was unceremoniously deposited head first into the chamber.

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     -Ghoorullnmg-. Worming my head upwards through the paste, which parted like mashed potatoes in gravy, I surfaced to grasp a deep breath. If the throat had been a mushroom smell, what met me now was mould. -Bwomnwhm- -Bwmnmwnom-. The fabric of this dimensioned throbbed in intervals of two. The humidity was enough to make me sweat. Above I could see the the limits of space broaden and deflate in a separate rhythm, the cavern was breathing. -Hrrllghs-. Hills of beige, green and yellow keeled over each other at the reverberating shuffles of the walls. Dollops of clear phlegm decorated the grotto, secreting in drops from the walls and trailing down like a living fountain to cake the stew. Crawling out through the hold of gunk, I soon found it to be like walking in the mud of a marsh, my paws gradually getting swallowed up. -Brwklw- -Phoowaop-. A blob of grease swelled up beside my leg and popped, leaving an aroma of steamed carrots. Reeling back from the noise, I slumped over a clump of pale, dough bundles. “These... look like dumplings.” -Gwoonmgrlg-. The rumble amongst churns and glorps staggered out from the entrance, announcing the coming of a load of noodles in soy, coiling and tangling likes ropes in front of me only to sink into the chyme. At this point, I recognized even more, veggie-patties, bread soggy from saliva and molten mozzarella. “Delwen? S'this you?”

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     While in the middle of scoffing down a hunk of baked brie, I heard Brune's voice. Muffled, yet thankfully he was a loudmouth. I swallowed the mush my teeth had mangled the poor breaded cheese into before patting my back. “Mnnf? Brune, what are you doing there?” I spoke with less worry than my words conveyed. “Did the left saddlebag run out of snacks too?” -Horoungllbbd-. The surface of my belly rippled as it brewed up a batch of belly dough. “Comfy? All tucked back in my tum?” I stopped and heaved my underbelly forwards, having the sack fling back and forth with buoyant -Bwoounngs-. “Course you are, safe, sound and surrounded by food.” I felt my cheeks blossom, thankfully it was only seen by the crêpes I munched on.

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          Without warning everything was lobbed forwards, a tidal wave of wheat and vegetable sludge forming at the back of the gullet and crashing down around me. -Bhelolurgsllsh-. It was like getting buried in clumpy marshmallow fluff. Dollops of taur slime clung to me like the suds from a bath. Wiping some pasta off my face I saw the meals-cape had shifted entirely. The walls enclosing me and the chyme seemed to limber up as the gut contracted it together. More masticated globs of crêpes joined the gut. -Sploohfd-. Each mouthful of grub landing with a splat to be kneaded into phlegm and mush. I couldn't keep myself from sinking with my knees shaking me so out of balance. In fact I was, feeling a bit weak, yet, warmed by the walls pulsating bales of melted cheese and bread around me. Slumping over onto the pulp, I realize it wasn't getting submerged. Spreading out allowed me to rest on the heaps, only embedding me with some rolling food stew, like sleeping on my waterbed. -Oorlmglsh-. -Ghrrlish-. The stirring of mulch being brewed and pulse of her hearts trapped me in. A sniff revealed the air to not be foul, pungent of chanterelles, but mellow, it was the scent of a forest at dawn. The forest of Delwen's belly, in a garden of food.

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     -Folsh-. -Ghroowls-. Beneath me, the ground inflated and swayed, waves on a sea of gruel congealing with stomach juices. -Plfhst-. Pushing my ear to the sludge, I could hear the rumble of pancakes crammed and ground back to being dough. -bwrooulbrilp-. Bubbles burst whilst the much brewed and melted the feast. The more it churned, the more of the meals' smells were exuded. Tomato sauce, oregano, brie, bread and cheese. Gradually the gut took on a scent of pizza. -Brooguugl-. The gullet growled, the roar of the oven baking this massive calzone. It was no longer just my legs that were shaking. It wasn't just a stomach, it was Delwen. My train of thought started going places I was more than a little ashamed off. -Shpuilsh-. Burying my head in the creamy gut-batter and squirming about helped distract me somewhat. -Gronugblrrt-. My tail stood on end and the rumble, I said my head just in time for the tensile sack to contract and encase me with the globular mash.

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     -Bwroornmg-. -Brheaaaup- “Oooghn..” I cooed whilst I cradled my top gut. Back at my crotch my muscles tensed in pulses that sent shivers throughout my body. Between my legs my lower abdomen hung down like an over-packed backpack, -Geooulslh- groaning as it worked and swayed like a pendulum, yet it was the rumble within that made the hair on my neck stand. The tensing pull in my crotch beat faster, and I gave off a quivering “Mmnwaanh..” as I let myself descend and shove my bulbous gullet to the ground, the bottom spreading flat to the earth and billowing outwards like a squeezed balloon. “Phaann... Phnmm... I have eaten too much. B-but he fills me sooonnmhf...” My breath picked up to a pant as I rested down my weight over the engorged sack of flesh, grinding it to the ground whilst my tail waggled and I reached for my honeypot.

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     All around me the walls of flesh folded and compacted, kneading up the pulp like a baker in rush hour. Being rolled and churned through the tumultuous batter and bumping into the supple flesh felt like Delwen was hugging all that I was. My moans chimed in with hers outside, slathered in digestive gruel again and nibbling down on my lower lip whilst the pot of a belly curled and rolled the bales and heaps of clotting chyme. Then, it stopped. A moment of peace, followed by waves of shudders that permeated the gullet, and surely the rest of Delwen. “Amonoonnw...” Delwen's howls were damped by the gruel submerging me, yet it made me shiver just as much as she did.

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     ”Hnnffwmn...” -Fohfooirrt-. “Pha... phow... Suppose I should blame myself for the constipation.” The release of colon scented air bent tufts of fur on Delwen's tail. The buzz of mosquitoes near the river called in the morning whilst the hare taur groaned with contorted expressions that made her bristles flail. Her bowels had collected the granulated batter and drained it of the fuel that sustained her body. Her gullet still broad and heavy, yet the weight shifted back. Within the hugging, compacting hold of her bowels the gruel had been moulded and forged into the batch that clogged her up pipes. -Phiirruth-. An airy gust pursed the rear rim open, with a sigh from above and a pungency from below, the budding pucker blossomed.

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     Lodged stuck at the exit of the hare's body laid a clump of fudge that made the air around it foggy. The ring of flesh framing the glob undulated against it, tugging and dragging along the sides of nougat to convince it to budge. “Mnngg...” The pucker strained to reel it back, and the resulting rest of the muscles sent the heap plunging towards the ground. The tip was a sphere of an earthy texture, with pocks and spots in orange and white dotted across its surface. -Vhrrilfshg-. Oozing out from the grip of the rim, the dragging of flesh over grime made the mass squeak and crackle. Her pucker billowed and bulged around the coming lumps over the slab of hare butter, snapping back into the crevices left between the protruding spheres of mud which her colon and forged into a loaf. Whilst the length of grime extended towards, it was graced by beams of morning, reflecting over the burnished copper surface through the night of baking away inside the female's oven. -Brrfttllfft-. Poofs of exhaust seeped out in moist fog that settled on slapped together balls of bowel butter and made them glisten in the sunlight as if they were cast of precious metals.

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     “Mmnnf, an' out it goes.” Delwen huffed out, hoping her guts would listen and shoo it along rather that grind it firmer. Between huffs of both of her lips the slag furled out through the chute, at a slurping -Hburuhfslh- a length of chocolate thrust out of the tangerine-specked hind. At the rush the bottom chunks tore from the loaf and tumbled onto the ground -Bdnnufd- shortly followed by the tangle of fudge clumps heaved out from above. Spots of beige and yellow embellished the bundles that had ones been spongy dairy and pastry, boiled and reduced to the mangle of uniform dung, yet still carried an odor of milk and grain. Her lead smacked into the ground in a chubby -Doullnf-, its consistency parroting that of clay soaked in water as it moulded over the ground and stodgy segments compressed upon each other to meld into a stack of bowel butter.

. Some secret text here. Genders, am I right?

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     Steam rose from the pile the way it rose from a meal out of the oven, an odour of saffron and musty hay permeating the air and warming Delwen's nose. “Mnngaawa.” she sighed as a putter within the bowels of her digestive systems grew and trumpeted out through her interlaced rear pit with a -Phooouurrth-. Greasy flesh rubbed together at her rim from the expulsion, the fart blowing out a chunk of fudge that had sundered into dollops of semi-solid gruel before it hit the stack of molten chocolate. “Ghnngs... Come on you can oofmn... weasel your way out of there.” Delwn muttered to herself as her pucker bound back and forth, expanding outwards and closing back like it was breathing in itself. The tang of tartness in the air grew denser as a -Bruoolfth- compressed its way out, and with it the rim bloated broadly around a collection of crumbled bunny bonbons, from which a tail jutted out and waved free of its mud armour. “Khunnf...” Delwen struggled and squeezed down on her chest, her cheeks puffed out as she groaned with the girth of the clog prodding out through her rear. The amalgamation of doughy bowel nougat twisting and wobbling all the while her rear parted for the ankle wide rod of compressed sludge. A cluster of butt fudge bonbons broke off along the compacted clefts which separated them and draped down the scrambling slab, a rump and legs now swaying between the cheeks. “Mnnf. Come Brune...” She heaved out and puffed her cheeks one more. The strain strong enough to loosen her pucker over the clumps of fluid coated muck bar. -Frhhisllh-. The columns of unstable gunk toppled into the pile and leaving the majority of Brune's umber body still clotted in fudge. “Phaaaa...” Delwen exhaled, globs of hare manure prodding through her rear and coiling up over the dung stack, tangling into uneven ribbons of bitter taffy, globs sinking into each other and smooshing outwards under its own weight. Soon there would just be marbles of speckled muck that tumbled up over the smudged heap like cherries crowing the chocolate ice cream. Delwen saw the slender body jutting out from the fudge hunk, but let it be until she caught her breath. -Bhruuaayy-.

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     ”Weasel my way out of there?” Delwen's face flushed up to the hue of strawberry, standing with her back to the river where Brune cleaned off the bunbun bonbons.

     “You... are nimble like one.” She tried to defend herself with. Soon she felt a wet paw at her back.

     “Least ya didn't eat styrofoam this time. Cam on naow, sun's up and we should be heading to that temple.” She felt Brune crawl up and down into her satchel. They seemed to take it all quite well.

     “S-so all is well?” She asked, to which a flustered face poked up from the bag.

     “Better 'av saved some of those mozza-sticks is all I'm sayin'.” the two carried on, smiling together, yet a bit too embarrassed to look each other in the eyes.