Hushed whispers and barely restrained giggling roused me from a light sleep, the rays of sunlight poking down through the canopy of tree branches above eclipsed by the looming shapes of figures standing over me. Nonchalantly I stretched out and yawned to shake off the groggy aftereffects of disturbed slumber, my jaw opening wide bringing about a startled gasp of awe from the onlookers. A tired smile tugged at my lips as I sat up, squinting as my vision was still blurry from being suddenly woken up and it took a few moments for me to be able to register the specifics of who my new guests were, but that reaction was enough to let me know I was being graced with a free breakfast! Finally my senses were awake enough to peek around and get a proper appraisal, and as I did my eyes widened with sheer delight at what I found.

Rabbits were surrounding me! An entire tribes worth of harengon, over two dozen at least, most dressed in loose hemp tunics with only a few draped in leather. Those also happened to be the only ones in the group that were armed, wielding bonk sticks and regarding me with gazes that were equally flustered and wary. All of them had their full attention on me and were blushing in that adorable way that bunnies did that only made them all the more mouth watering, and they had adorable little reactions as I rose to my feet and stretched out the last bit of grip that sleep had over me. Once I was up I idly looked around licking my lips trying to pick out a good one to start the feast with, but I paused when I heard one of them clearing their throat.

A wizened elder rabbit hopped towards me from the collective, his long ears tied back and the fur around his muzzle grown long. Also his hips were wider than his shoulders and his massive plump booty practically glistened in the light with excess preyish flavor which had me entranced the moment I laid eyes on him. He started speaking but I had a hard time even comprehending that let alone registering what he was even saying; when food was talking and I was particularly hungry it just hit my ears in a dull muted drone as my brain focused entirely on all the succulent meat that was for some reason standing in front of me instead of stewing in my belly. With a glazed over expression I started shambling towards him arms outstretched, driven purely by the greedy primal urge to cram him into my stomach. He had to be the oldest bunny I'd ever laid eyes on, pushing 70 at least and from the way he was so visibly packed with flavor he may have gone decades without being eaten if ever! Moreso than just for hungers sake, I felt driven to cram him away into my stomach out of sheer heartbreak - it wasn't right for a meal like him to just be left on the plate like that!

As I approached the rest of the harengon stepped back with hesitance, but the elder rabbit didn't move. He seemed confident and patient, looking at me expectantly. He was still talking but I wasn't paying the least bit of attention. His thoughts and feelings didn't matter to me, the only thing that mattered was he belonged in my stomach. All of them did.

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The harengon tribe had been on the move for so many moons that they'd lost count. Always traveling off the roads and avoiding settlements, leaving no trace of their presence behind but going at the pace of a seasoned collective of nomads. They had no true destination in mind, not an external one that could be pointed to on a map anyway. But they moved as one, always together, and always would be. The tribes primary struggle being that they could find no permanent home that could accommodate that demand, no one final destination that was suited to housing each and every one of them without leaving any behind. For tribal lagomorphs like them the outside world was not where they truly and properly belonged, for they were prey and the only real home for prey was inside of a predators body. While other prey settled into agrarianism to pass the time until they forgot their true calling of being food, the harengon traveled the lands looking for the right predator to finally settle down in.

For this tribe the issue had always been that no predators they'd come across so far had the capacity to house each member. Prospective carnivores they'd happened across never managed to be satisfactory, they'd start out enticed about the offer to devour an entire group of rabbits themselves, but when it came time to put their stomach up to the task they always fell short and wanted to compromise. But the close knit family didn't want to be split up so their search continued, unfortunately not without loss. Every time they stayed at a populated center they'd inevitably lose one or two members to predators who were acting as adventurers or royal guards and thus were able to claim a stolen hare away without hope of retrieval. To minimize such encounters the tribe had developed a standard to make sure they all stayed together and ensure the final predator they'd finally happen upon would have the chops to store the entire lot of them away.

Keeping off the traveled merchant roads and avoiding towns helped, and lead scouts could creep ahead of the group to not only ensure their course was safely reclusive but also to swipe needed supplies from natures bounty and from passing farmlands. And if they did come across a predator their leader and most venerable elder made sure to offer himself up first and foremost. The old rabbit was so bottom heavy that every predator they'd come across so far couldn't manage to fit their jaws around his massive ass. Indeed that ample rump was why he'd gone so long without a belly to be claimed by thus far, and so it stood as the perfect litmus test. If a predator couldn't fit him down, then there was no hope that the rest of the tribe would find their home inside either. And so it had been, with the group continuing their travel in search of a suitable predator for the entire tribe to settle down in permanently.

They started to assume that only a massive monster of an apex predator such as a kobold-less dragon of some kind would be their salvation. Until the scouts reported back that they'd found a slumbering fox in the middle of the woods, an adventurer pred who had made camp in the middle of a trek upon some quest. Initially it was a fair assumption that a single fox, much as bunnies like them wanted to hope otherwise, would not be able to stomach the entire lot of them. Until the scouts provided the stolen quest log they'd discovered in the foxes adventure pack when they had rooted through it without disturbing his sleep; the quest he was on was to clear out an entire goblin tribe, the manner of voradication that would normally take an entire party of carnivores to accomplish! And there was no indication that he was traveling to meet up with other companions at the quest destination. All deduction would conclude this fox had set out to devour an entire encampment of goblins himself!

If the fox was confident enough in his predatory prowess to accept a quest to clear a community of greenskins himself, then perhaps he also had what it took to devour the harengon nomads as well? It was a question worth asking, thus leading the collective of preys to find and congregate around the slumbering predator. The rabbits were whispered excitedly to each other that perhaps this would finally be the day they'd see their grayfurs round rump disappear from the outside world at last, and musing that maybe the fact the fox would be hungry for breakfast after his slumber would help their chances. Finally the fox stirred awake and a silence of anticipation fell over the tribe.

As the fox rose up and looked over them all, the eldest harengon hopped forward to address him. "Our apologies for disturbing your slumber, foxeh. Perhaps we can make up for it by offering ourselves as breakfast?" He started, as the predators gaze fell on him. Hunger burned brightly in his eyes and the old rabbit felt a swelling in his chest. The look on the foxes face made him feel like nothing but food, that his only purpose in life was to be devoured and digested and to spend the rest of his life stewing in the foxes paunch. A truth he knew well but it felt comforting and reassuring to be reminded of that purpose, especially with only a single look. "I must let you know that once you start you cannot stop, so to speak. We will all be your meal or none at all, if those terms are fair to you." He continued, his teardrop tail flicking above his massive ass with anticipation as the fox walked towards him with hands outstretched ready to grab him the moment he was within arms reach.

The fox seemed willing to accept the challenge at least, and the rest of his tribe reared back as if holding their collective breath wondering if they would see his huge rear reduced to a throat bulge at last, or if the fox would choke on hips that were wider than his entire head like all the rest. The elder rabbit stood firm, and even felt a shiver of excitement as his body reacted to the hunger that bore down upon him, hoping against hope that this would finally be the day he'd been waiting for for so long. "Very well, if you think you can fit me down your throat then surely that will prove you have enough room for the rest of us. Bun appetit, foxeh." The elder concluded as he felt the foxes hands grip his shoulders and pull him in towards a maw that yawned open wide to meet him. Gazing down into the abyss of gullet, a soft smile tugged at the gray fur around his lips as he dared to hope he was looking into his tribes true home at long last.

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Whatever the harengon had been saying, his voice was finally cut off when I crammed his head down my throat. A loud purr rang out as his flavor gushed across my tongue on contact, fireworks of pure addictive predator pleasure exploding in my brain. I might have concluded that this old bun had never been eaten once in his entire life if that wasn't too sad a possibility to consider, but there was no other explanation for how he could be this unbelievably tasty. His decades worth of time spent hopping around in the outside world building up and now I was going to tuck it all away right into my stomach where he belonged. Where all bunnies belong.

My hands groped down his body reaching his impossibly fat butt, my hands sinking into the cushion as I scooped him off the ground and started pulling him away into my gullet. I tilted my head back letting gravity help in the task of sending him down, because as ravenous as I am that mass of juicy meat posed a challenge. I licked lovingly over his scruffy face and down the curve of his chest and tummy, until that wide rump reached my lips and the swallowing slowed to a stop. His huge ass wasn't fitting easily into my mouth and his lower half hung awkwardly outside while I held him stable. There was a tense rabble from the rabbits around me as they watched me adjust my posture, the weight of delectable old man ass seeming to be threatening to topple us with him completely upsidedown and halfway into my throat. Taking a few deep breaths through my nose and some testing tugs at his hips with my lips, I braced myself and pulled down on his legs while hopping up into the air stretching my jaws wide all at the same time.

On the first try it worked, and his plentiful posterior lodged fully into my mouth all at once! Only his legs kicked weakly outside my lips now while my jaw was held wide agape and my cheeks puffed out ridiculously with the sheer amount of bunny booty that filled my maw. I actually saw spots in my vision as I huffed desperately around the immense meal that was almost filling me up. A few longing moments were spent trying to chew it to juice that luscious butt for flavor, but it was out of the question since my jaw was spread so wide around it that I couldn't get it moving and I could even start feeling it go numb. With a dizzy huff I relaxed my throat and swallowed hard to let that wide load pass down into my gullet, stretching my neck out as it flowed down from my mouth and along my throat. I could only imagine how form hugging and detailed the bulge it made as it flowed down looked, and I rubbed my hands down from my chin along my neck to feel at it while the hefty pounds of elder bunny were reduced to a mere lump of food flowing down into my waiting stomach.

The heavy weight of rabbit rump flowed down and landed into my stomach with an audible thwump of a sound effect, the impact causing me to stumble back and land on my own butt as my stomach filled out. I panted hard and fought off the dizzy from having the equivalent of three bunnies at once stretching out my jaws and throat, but my hand rubbed victoriously over my stomach. Feeling his prominent butt bulging through my gut, giving it a grope and grinning wide as I lounged back chuckling drunkenly. Having oh so much rabbit meat packed away and with such intense concentrated flavor sent me on an extreme pred high on the spot, and I could already feel my hungry stomach working over him as if the intense amount of flavor being packed into it super charged my digestive system. As my belly worked to process this meal pronto I felt a rumble of internal fumes swirling within, rushing up as I reared back and let out a massive forest quaking belch.

"BWWWWUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP!"

The expulsion was enough to knock me onto my back, panting hard in recovery from the meal. The exertion and euphoria was almost enough to drag me back to dreamland, but I shook off my bodies urge to drift back to sleep as I noticed the hoard of harengon around me had closed ranks. They were looking at me and my rabbit filled stomach with adoration, sheer unrestrained delight on each and every one of their faces. It was like they'd been wandering the desert for years and I was an oasis that promised to finally quench their infinite thirst. Which amused me enough to stay awake considering they were the ones I would be drinking down soon enough!

"Couldn't trouble you tasty cuties to form a single file line, could ya?" I asked rhetorically, still catching my breath and not very feeling too motivated to get back up to my feet yet. I wasn't questioning why they were so interested in me, as far as I was concerned rabbits who knew their place as food and were docile enough to not bother running or fighting back was a gift I had no intention of second guessing. I did perk up with surprise when they actually did start forming a line though, the whole pack of them stripping down out of their clothes or leather garms and tossing their few weapons aside as they got into position right above my head. I was laying out on my back so if I opened my maw they could simply dive right on in as they pleased, which seemed to be the unspoken plan.

Stars were in my eyes as I looked up at the first in line who was meeting my gaze with a sheepish but excited smile, trembling with anticipation. I licked my lips while my stomach rumbled loudly, still hungry even as it digested the one I'd already packed away, much to the chattering approval of the rest of the rabbits! Before I opened up though, I felt a weight press into my middle right against my stuffed gut, and I peeked down to find a younger hare hugging against it. She cooed and nuzzled into my stomach before smiling at me and said "Thank you so much, foxeh!" while pressing her arms into my gut as best she could hugging at the curled up figure bulging it out from inside.

I just chuckled and reached a hand down to pet at her head affectionately. "Well, uhm, my pleasure!" I said back, which brought about a delightful little giggle from her before she scurried away from my stomach and scampered to take her place in line. They didn't have to thank me though, truly swallowing each and every last bunny that existed on the face of the planet was the least I could do to repay them for being the cutest most delicious wonderful little cute critters that had or could ever exist!  My stomach gurgled as it digested away with ravenous intent, eager to be filled up even more, and I leaned back with letting out another heavy belch before my tongue lulled out and jaws held wide agape. Opening up a bottomless abyss of pure hunger for the rabbits to peer, and dive, down into.

My throat was so stretched and slightly sore from swallowing that GILF bunny that I nearly didn't feel it when the first harengon jumped in. He flowed down so smoothly in comparison that it wasn't until he landed into my stomach to join his venerable elder that I knew he'd even fed himself to me at all. That would certainly make things easier as the crowd of bunnies didn't seem to have much patience and the next one was keen to hop on down as soon as my stomach wobbled with the new addition landing inside. I could feel my stomach swelling with every new bunny who landed inside of it, the first one curling up alongside the first cuddling into his marinating frame and letting the stomach start working on them as well, followed by the next and then the next and then the next after that. A steady stream of rabbits hopping into my open mouth, disappearing from the outside world in the blink of an eye and becoming lumps sliding down my neck to end up in my stomach.

I rubbed a hand over my stomach feeling the bulges of squirming bunnies settling inside. Even after twenty of them filled me up it didn't get any more bloated out than it had been after the first was tucked away, a Feat I was quite proud of that ensured none could ever know for certain how many prey I had packed away. And my insides would provide the perfect home for all of them, keeping them warm and safe and fulfilling all of their needs until the end of time, as long as what they needed was more of me of course. Which in my mind was a guarantee, after all what did bunnies need besides a foxeh belly to contain them always and forever? I couldn't think of anything! And I didn't hear any complaining so far as bunny after bunny dived happily down my throat, being stolen away down my gullet never to be seen again by the outside world from now on. Whether they knew that's what they were signing up for or not didn't really occur to me to consider, because it didn't matter - they were mine and will be from now on and that was that.

I panted aloud with my head swimming through a predatory euphoria as the last couple of harengon dropped down my throat, my maw taking the time to lick and suckle them over from head to foot before gulping them away to join their peers in my paunch. Taking the time to savor the final one as he crawled into my maw, lathering every inch of his body and then swallowing loosely, letting him gluck away down the waterslide of my throat to splash into my stomach amidst the soggy mass of everyone else who landed inside before him. My eyes rolled back and I groaned in sheer bliss, so full and stuffed, my hands groping over my stomach feeling at the curled up figures of rabbits trapped permanently inside underneath the layers of fat and fur. The mass of meals squirmed and snuggled together inside, I could feel the contours of their bodies rubbing against my inner walls as they adjusted and moved around and talked to each other, though their voices were too muffled within and drowned out under the sounds of digestion for me to make out anything they were saying. I took in a deep inhale and then erupted in a conclusive belch that sealed their collective status as nothing but food.

"HUUUOOOORRRRPPPPPPPP!"

Sighing with pure contentment I rubbed and patted over my stomach contently, smacking my lips and enjoying the leftover flavor of dozens of harengon. I didn't even keep track, I just laid back and opened my mouth and they all fed themselves to me one after another, who bothered to count! But it was every last one of them, not a single one of those cuties who had surrounded me when I woke up was left in the outside world. They were all happily digesting in my stomach now, and would be forever. My churning grinding inner walls soaking them with digestive fluids getting them nice and soggy while the hungry muscles compressed over their bodies treating them like the wonderful food they were. And that would be how they'd spend the rest of their lives, churning and gurgling and burbling and digesting until the last star in the end of time, belonging only to me always and forever.

Letting out a grunt I hefted up from the ground and hobbled slowly to my feet. The weight of their presence was still noticeable and difficult to manage, but after a few hours digesting they'd be compressed down tight enough that it wouldn't be an impediment anymore. By the time I made it to goblin town, which was only half a days hike from where I stopped to make camp the night before, they should be squeezed down enough for me to have plenty of room for my actual intended meal of an entire village of shortstack greenskins!

As I collected my adventure pack, stuffing my quest log back into pocket (not sure how it got out), my stomach was already rumbling. Thinking about the goblins I set out to eat even as it was ravenously digesting the breakfast bunnies, still hungry for more. I licked my lips and pulled my backpack on and set out, walking a slow wobbling pace with my gut bouncing with every step in front of me. A good start to the day, but there were countless more tasty cuties left to eat before it was through!