Rachel's streaming career has been a delight for the young kangaroo. The 6-year-old's vore streams have rapidly gained traction over the past several months, and she's been making good money off of it.
But the little roo hasn't yet had the chance to do more than stuff herself with food and tease her lovely viewers.
GRRRRRRGG GLORP
Her first stuffing session on stream had been truly exciting. She'd had a small following at the time, and it'd nearly doubled by the end of it. With her gut so bloated full of all the food she could get her hands on, she almost looked like she'd actually eaten a person, or at least a small one.
"Don't get too flirty now, or this could be you~" GUUURRRRGLE
Her first teasing stream had gone perfectly, telling her lustful viewers how she'd devour them. It made her a pretty penny, too, with hundreds in donations coming in on that stream alone. It was what truly solidified her desire to be a real pred.
"So then they... Woah, oh my- Hold on for a second, chat, you're getting me all worked up here."
One of her most memorable occasions was when she had someone in chat explain to her exactly what happens to prey during digestion, exactly how their bodies are broken down by their preds'. 
She already had an idea of what digestion was like from online articles and usually faked vornos, but hearing it all in such detail invigorated her like nothing else.
"Alright, chat, big announcement today." 
Now, Rachel looks into the camera, her little body covered with her black vinyl teddy.
"Yes, alright, alright, you called it chat. I'm finally going to eat somebody! My parents will be out all weekend, and I'll have plenty of time to digest one of you right here in front of the whole stream~" she watches her chat explode with excited reactions, everyone eager to hear who the lucky prey will be.
"Whoever the highest donor is at the end of this stream gets to be my first ever prey, so get your wallets out, cuties~ And you'd better taste real good~" Rachel sits back and drapes her tail over her lap as she watches the donations roll in.
$20, $30, $60, $100, $200... The donations pile up as more and more viewers throw what they have at their chance of meeting the little streamer in person and becoming her lunch. "Oh I know you preysluts can do better than that~" Rachel chimes in with taunting encouragement.
$400, $500, $1000... The numbers continue to climb as the roo watches, licking her lips as her donors battle it out to be the highest bidder.
$5000
The enormous donation immediately catches Rachel's eye.
"This is all the money I have. I need this," a monotone automated voice reads the donation message.
Donations slow to a crawl as each viewer realizes they can't beat such a donation, and Rachel gives the camera a smile. "Well, mister... RooFood427, you certainly seem to be our highest donor~"
MLAHH~
She opens her maw wide and puts it up to the camera. "You've won an all expenses paid trip riiiiiight here~" she says, pointing down her gullet.
"I'll be sending you a private message after the stream. Make sure you're there for it~"
A few days later, Rachel watches her parents head to the door. "Goodbye, sweetie; be good for the sitter while we're gone!" her mother calls as she leaves.
"I will, Mom!" the child replies. She's already paid the sitter good hush money, of course, and her babysitter is more than happy to lounge in the living room and keep quiet for double what she'd be making otherwise.
Rachel watches the car pull out of the driveway then heads to the back door. She leans out onto the porch and calls out, "Alright, preyboy, it's time!"
The door to the woodshed beside the house creaks open, and a 20-something year old panther creeps out from his hiding place. "You said I wouldn't have to hide out in there long," he says, audibly nervous.
"Well, my parents always take forever to get ready for their trips," Rachel responds, "Besides, you were only in there an hour. Now come inside, it's just about time for your big day~"
The lucky prey's real name is Tom, and he's still shaking a little, extremely nervous. He hesitates as he enters the home, but Rachel pulls him along.
GRRWWWWWWLLLL
"C'mon, cutie, I'm starving~" the little roo teases as she brings him inside. Tom's face gets very red at her words, but he does pick up the pace a little.
The two settle down in Rachel's room, where an idle streaming setup is already prepared to roll at the press of a button. Tom sits on the bed and flicks his tail nervously as the little roo goes about preparing for the stream.
Rachel goes about her room putting up vore posters she keeps hidden in her closet. A portrait view of a big belly on the left, a vore model posing with her melting prey on the right, and in the middle a handmade poster a fan sent her, a print of an oil painting of her in her streaming attire laying across a bed with a bloated gut.
She clicks some fairy lights on for moody lighting, and the decor is ready.
FWOOOMP
Next, she slips off her clothes. Tom's eyes get wide as she does, and he hides his flustered expression in his hands. He peeks through his fingers to watch her regardless as she takes everything off and tosses her garments in a heap in the corner out of frame.
The kangaroo struts casually over to the closet where she gets out her vinyl teddy, a seductive outfit that's served her well through her entire streaming career.
Rachel sits cross-legged on the floor in front of her streaming setup. "Alright, meat," she beckons Tom, "come here and get ready for me to slosh you~"
Tom sits beside her, and she presses the button to start the stream. Thousands of viewers have already amassed in the waiting room; no need to wait for more when it's already her largest stream yet.
"Hey, cuties~ I hope you're all ready for the hottest stream I've ever done~" she puts one arm around Tom as she speaks, "My biggest fan here is about to get gulped~"
She watches chat explode as she starts to pull Tom's shirt off. "Don't bother introducing yourself, gutslut," she says to the panther who offers no resistance, "You're going to be nothing but shit by the end of the stream anyway~"
She turns back to the camera as she tosses Tom's shirt over her shoulder, "Now who's ready to see this slut get sloshed~?"
Chat scrolls so quickly not a single message can be parsed, aside from those containing only emotes. She takes that as a 'yes'.
"Well, looks like they're ready to watch you gurgle. Any last words, dinner~?" Rachel puts her arms loosely around Tom as she speaks to him.
"Well, gosh, I just, uhm-"
OMPH-
Before he can say a word, Rachel tightens her grip on him and stuffs his head into her maw.
GULP SLLRK
The panther's shoulders go down next in one gulp. A little pulling with her hands gets him in past his chest. The rest of his body hangs out of her maw awkwardly, his knees still on the ground.
As she continues to swallow, the cub loosens the bands of her teddy so it has room for her growing belly.
ULRP SLRP
Another gulp gets him in up to his abdomen in her maw and his feet off the ground. 
Rachel swiftly removes his pants and underwear as she scarfs him down, the latter of which is custom-printed with a picture of her face on it. She pushes with one foot to remove his clothes from where they dangle on his ankles beyond her arms' reach.
GULP
With another swallow, only his legs and swaying tail hang from her maw.
SLLLLRRRRP
The rest of Tom disappears.
Rachel's gut is swollen larger than she is, and the mass inside of her squirms as her prey settles into place.
UUUUUURPH SLAP
The little streamer lets out a loud belch and smacks her gut.
"Heh~ That... Whew, that was incredible~" she says, still reeling from the experience.
Rachel quickly recovers her dominant persona, "Silly little prey thinking he gets last words on my stream~ Well, it's time for him to melt~ Don't go anywhere, because I'm gonna be streaming the whooooole thing~"
GRRRRRGLE GLORP
"Huff... He really does feel good in there, chat~" she says, caressing her massive gut, "Glad I don't have anything going on today, because I'm ready to relax here on stream and digest him all night~"
Just as the streamer finishes speaking, she hears the front door open and jolts up in surprise.
"I can't believe you forgot all of our luggage!" her mom's voice echoes from the hall.
"Shit-" Rachel swears under her breath. Her chat explodes into emojis of sweating characters with intense expressions as she minimizes the stream window on her computer and takes off her teddy.
GLLRRRRGLE
The little star drags her gut across the room to put her pants back on and pull the rightmost poster off the wall. She lugs her massive belly into the closet while she puts the poster away just in time for her father to peek in through the doorway.
"Rachel, have you been doing alright while we've been away?" he asks.
"Yes, daddy!" she answers as innocently as she can, the sliding door to her closet blocking the sight of her belly.
"That's good, sweetheart," her father says as he turns back to the hall to return to packing for the trip.
Rachel checks over her shoulder to make sure he's gone before pulling her belly back out and taking the next poster down. She was lucky the first time; if her father had stepped inside, he would've surely noticed the remaining decor on the wall.
SLRRSH GLRRP
Before she can reach the closet with the next poster, she hears footsteps approaching from outside her door. She practically throws her belly behind the foot of her bed to hide it, leaning over on top of it to hide with it so whoever's coming won't be able to tell she isn't wearing a shirt.
"Hey, honey," her mother says from the doorway, "Huh, what're you doing?"
"Just looking for one of my toys, mommy," she says, "I think it went under the bed, but I'll get it!"
"Oh, alright, then," her mother responds, "Did you see where I left my suitcase?"
"Check in your closet," the little roo suggests.
"Good idea," her mother leaves down the hall.
GRRRRMGGGLRRR
The roo cub drags her gut to the left side of the room, where she grabs her shirt out of the pile and hastily puts it on, not that it goes down farther than her chest with her massive gut blocking it.
She grabs the last poster off the wall and begins making her way to the closet once more as she hears both her parents approach.
Just as they're arriving at the door, she manages to stuff her gut into a laundry basket left in her room, leaning over it as if she were digging through its contents. She hides the rolled-up poster behind it.
"Rachel, we're about to head out again- Oh, are you out of fresh clothes? We just washed some," her mother says as she steps into the room, her father remaining in the hall.
"No, Mom, just checking if my favorite shirt is clean," she responds.
"Do you need help finding it? I thought it was-" the well-intentioned mother steps a little closer.
"No, no, I got it! You can go; don't want to be any more late for your trip!" Rachel says, a little nervously.
"Oh! Alright, then, I suppose we really do need to get going. We're barely going to make it to the hotel before midnight after someone forgot to pack any of our suitcases," her mother replies, turning back to Rachel's father with a pointed look.
"Oh c'mon, like you don't forget things all the time," he says in response as they start heading for the door again.
"Bye, sweetie!" Rachel's mother says before returning to bickering with her father as the two leave the room.
"Bye, Mom!" Rachel calls back before practically collapsing with relief.
She hears her parents' car pull out of the driveway once more, and she opens the browser window she's streaming from back up on her computer. "Holy fuck, chat... That was close."
She rubs the back of her neck a little, watching her chat pop off with celebratory emotes and chant "CLUTCH CLUTCH CLUTCH" repeatedly. 
Wiping the sweat from her brow, the little one quickly changes back into her teddy. If she weren't already exhausted from hiding from her parents, changing clothes with a belly like this certainly wears her out.
GRRRRRRGGGGGGGLLLLLLEEEE
"Now let's just relax and... Huff... Churn this cutie~..." Rachel says to her audience, "We can get the decorations put back up and all that... Huff... Later."
GLRRRP CHUUURRRN
She relaxes and reads chat as her stomach gets to work on the panther trapped inside. Her stomach had ached tremendously at first, but now she's awash with pleasure.
Judging from the moans coming from her gut, Tom is feeling similarly.
The pair rub against Rachel's gut from opposite sides, lost in bliss, and they remain that way for many long, pleasant hours.
By the end of the night, Tom's movements are slow and scarce, and the bulges he makes in Rachel's gut are smaller and softer.
YAAAAAWWWWWN
"I think he's almost gone, chat~" Rachel says to her audience, "He'll be nothing but chyme soon~"
She rubs over her gut with one hand, "Can you still me in there, cutie~?"
A very weak squirm is her only response.
In a short few minutes, the subtle breathing of the panther is gone, his last sign of life absent.
GRRRRGGGGLE
The little roo pokes her gut a couple times, and it remains still. "Well, chat, looks like that's all for my biggest fan~ Don't worry, though, you all have plenty of time to watch me process what's left of him~"
Rachel stifles another yawn, "I'm gonna hit the hay, but I'll leave the stream running for you all, my tasty viewers~ Enjoy the gurgles~"
And with that, she turns the brightness down on her monitor and heads to bed.
SQURRRRGGGGGLLLE GLLLLRRRRK
"Holy fuck, chat... Huff... This feels so good~"
It's early morning of the next day, and Rachel has just finished getting ready for the day. She ultimately omitted a good chunk of her morning routine in favor of focusing on her gut, and none of her fans seemed to mind.
At current, the mush that used to be a panther named Tom is creeping its way into her intestines, pushing out of her stomach. The girl's guts squirm like trapped pythons just beneath her skin as the monumental slurry of former fan forces them to expand and bloat.
GLLRRRPHG SQULLLLRRRGGGCH
Rachel rubs over as much of her belly as she can reach with both hands, feeling the firm outlines of her own intestines just beneath the surface. As she moves her hands, she occasionally feels the distinct outline of a bone moving along inside of her. Tom's skull and pelvis are the easiest to identify by touch.
"Umph, fuck..." Rachel pants a little, "I definitely have to do this more often~"
The streamer roo remains like this for most of the day, reveling in what's left of Tom inside of her and watching the donations and subscribers roll in.
The pleasure comes in waves throughout the day, reaching peaks and valleys as the majority of the mass moves through her. Once the stuff reaches her large intestine, though, the pleasure lessens enough that it no longer demands her focus, and she returns most of her attention to her viewers.
By nightfall, Tom has reached the end of his journey.
"Alright, chat," Rachel says as she stumbles to her feet with her bloated gut full of dead superfan, "I think it's finally time... Huff..." She slides down the straps of her teddy and takes it off, then grabs her normal clothes to put on after the stream.
She changes the stream's input to her phone camera and heads out of her room. It's a bit of a squeeze to get her gut through the door, but she manages.
The pred sits down on the toilet seat and holds up her phone in selfie mode, "Alright, this is it... I'm going to shit out my first prey~"
Hnngfh... FBLLRRBT PLOP BLRRRBFT SPLAT
The first bits of the panther's remains push out of Rachel's little donut hole and land in the bowl below, a fat, sloughing log with a femur and plenty of phlanges embedded in it.
GBLRRRFBLRRT SPLTLTLTLRR BLLRRFTTTBLLRRRT SPLAT
Between enormous mounds of waste, Tom's vertebrae each press out of her backside one-by-one in rapid succession, landing in the mound below. His pelvis comes next, stretching the little girl's backdoor tremendously to fit through. It splatters Tom's brown remains up the sides of the toilet bowl when it lands in the mess.
"Fuck, chat, he's filling the whole bowl. I need to stand up-"
The 6-year-old roo props her phone up on its pop socket to free up her hands then carefully gets to her feet on the sides of the bowl, squatting slightly as she drops more giant turds down into it. Her gut is less than half the size it was before.
FBLLRRRBBT SPLATLRTLT PFFFFRRRR BLLRBBBGHT SPLAP
The rest of the panther makes its way out of her, forming a mound of shit and bones that pokes out over the top of the bowl. Finally, Rachel manages to shove out his skull, which lands in the mess with a meaty splat.
She hops off the pot and shows the massive mess to her viewers.
"Alright, chat, poll time; who thinks this'll all go down the drain?"
She leaves a poll for her chat to respond to. After a couple minutes of waiting, 'No' wins out with 56.3% of the popular vote.
"Well, let's hope you're all wrong," Rachel says as she pulls the handle.
FFFLLLLRLRRRSHHHHSHHRRRSHHHHHH
After a brief moment, the enormous pyramid of scat begins to sink down lower and lower into the bowl. Shit, bones, and all begin to be forced down the drain in one enormous mass. Eventually, the entire mound sinks down and disappears, ending as the panther's skull is forced into the pipes and vanishes from sight.
"Ha! There he goes, chat~ Remember, it could be you next~! So stay tuned!" she says teasingly, "But I do have to go for today. Be sure to join me for my next stream~! Peace out!"
Just as she closes her phone, Rachel hears her parents' car pulling in as they return from their trip. She hurriedly washes her hands, gets dressed, and goes to greet them.
Her mother bends down to give her a big hug as soon as she sees her, and Rachel eagerly runs in for it.
"How has my little girl been? Did your sitter take care of you?" her mother asks.
"I've been good, Mommy! And my sitter did a good job!" she responds.
"That's good. Did you have a good weekend?"
"Yeah, I had a great weekend," Rachel replies.
Indeed, she truly did.