Quite An Appetite by GoldFox

First full-size vore story. Kurt is copyright to ‘X-Men: Evolution’.

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The streets were empty except for the rat. It sniffed the ground, trying to find something to feed
its thin, mangy body, but couldn’t find even a crumb. It heard a swishing sound and froze, eyes
glittering as it scanned the alleyways. Nothing.

It relaxed and went back to its search, oblivious to the yellow eyes watching it from above.
Suddenly, a rope shot out of the darkness and wrapped around the rat, quickly immobilizing it so
it couldn’t even nip at the snake that had attacked it. It struggled, but was lifted into the air and it
became apparent that the ‘snake’ wasn’t a snake.

It was a tail, blue skinned and furred. The barb teased the rat by patting it on the head, making it
squeak and kick fruitlessly. Then it was pulled into an alleyway and its little piercing eyes
quickly adjusted to the night, but even the rat had trouble seeing the humanoid form standing in
the shadows. This thing was the owner of the tail and chuckled as it brought the rat up to its face,
yellow eyes blazing and white fangs exposed.

The rat immediately thought it was a cat and began to hiss and fight, but the tail tightened and it
stopped struggling so that it could breathe. The creature laughed again and then grabbed the rat’s
scruff with a three fingered hand, the tail slipping off unpleasantly, lingering on the rat’s body.
The rat, now with its legs free, began to kick and twist and squeak and hiss and squirm, but all
for nothing. It was stuck.

Then the other hand came and gripped the rat around the neck. The other grip was released only
to come back to pin the little legs against the thin body. The rat squirmed, but was helpless.
Therefore, it could only squeak helplessly as the creature suddenly opened its mouth wide and
shoved the rat’s head inside.

The rat squirmed anew, instincts screaming as it tried to escape, but the grips were too strong. Its
naked tail lashed back and forth in agitation and terror as the tail of the creature swished with
slower, more pleasured strokes. The creature then shoved and the rat’s head entered the
creature’s throat. The rat tried to bite at the flesh around it, but there was no room to open its
mouth. The nose twitched as the unpleasant smell of an eager digestive system wafted up to it,
and it began to squirm again, only making the creature moan in delight. The creature then shoved
one last time then closed its mouth down on the rat. The rat was now so stuck that the three-
fingered hands were no longer needed to contain it. Up to the shoulders, it was stuck in the
creature’s throat, and from the shoulders to the hips, it was trapped in the creature’s teeth, the
fangs holding it still with warnings of pain if it tried squirming again.

The creature then lowered its hands and one began to rub at the furry throat, which bulged
slightly with the presence of the rat’s head. The creature then swallowed hard and the muscles
around the rat began to work, pulling it further downwards, the feet slipping into the creature’s
eager maw. A few more swallows in quick succession had the rat shoved down completely into
the wet, slippery throat, only the tail hanging out of the creature’s mouth, swishing back and
forth weakly. The creature was now massaging the rat-lump in its throat, humming and purring
in satisfaction at the doomed rat’s squirms. Then the creature performed the last gulp, and the tail
was sucked into its mouth like a strand of spaghetti as the rat was forced down into the hot center
of the creature.

The area around the rat was roughly the size of a football, plenty of room for a thin rat. It began
to move around, trying to claw or bite the walls, but everything was slippery and tough, defying
the tough nails and teeth of the large rodent.

Suddenly the rat felt something shoved against it, mashing it to one of the tough, yet soft walls.
The rat squirmed in protest, but then began to twitch in agony as a burning liquid ate through the
fur and began to burn away the skin and flesh beneath. The rat gasped in pain, involuntarily
inhaling some of the acids.

The rat began to scream as the acids dissolved its lungs, its heart…

The creature rubbed at his stomach, feeling the rat tucked away inside, already starting to digest.
It wasn’t even noticeable from the outside! Talk about a thin meal! He had snuck off for this?! It
hadn’t even been worth it!

But then he sniffed the air and heard a questioning, “Meow?” coming from under the dumpster
across the alley. He looked and saw a large tomcat watching him curiously.

He grinned. Now that was more like it!

He kneeled, and put out a hand, cooing in a German-accented voice, “Here, kitty, kitty. Come
here.”

The cat had recently gotten separated from his owners and was craving attention. It mewled and
slunk to the creature, purring as it entwined itself around hind legs, so much like his own except
with only two toes and no claws. The creature smiled and picked up the cat, standing upright as it
stroked the feline, purring right along with the lost kitty.

But then the cat felt something wet on the top of it’s head and looked up to see the creature
kissing it right between the ears. He responded to the kissing and attention with deeper purrs and
a few meows. He had missed it when his owners pampered him! The creature toyed with his
collar, undoing it skillfully with one three-fingered hand. It looked at the collar while the other
arm held the cat and the tail tickled the cat under its chin. The creature then looked down at the
cat and asked playfully, “Aww… is kitty lost?”

The cat didn’t understand the words, but just the sound was comforting. The tone was gentle, the
pitch low, and the general sound was soothing and non-threatening.
The cat purred; rubbing his back against the creature’s broad chest, getting his ginger fur all over
the cloth, but the creature couldn’t have cared less. It chuckled and the tail came up and took the
collar away as the hand came back to continue its ministrations under the cat’s chin. The cat
purred in bliss, eyes drifting shut. Maybe this person would be his new master? It was really
nice! Then the cat was held in a crushing embrace, but, used to the hugs his young mistress gave
him, he endured it without squirming.

That was his downfall.

The creature took advantage of the cat’s stillness to yawn its mouth wide open. Really wide. He
then put it down on the cat’s head, swiftly enveloping it. The cat froze in shock and began to
squirm, but he was used to his prey fighting back and held it easily as he worked his mouth over
the cat’s head until his lips were the cat’s new collar. He held the cat’s paws, which were starting
to unsheathe the claws. The fluffy tail lashed around, hitting his hands and making him grin.

But then he realized a problem; the cat’s shoulders were too big to fit in his mouth. It was a fair
bit bigger than the rat, after all! But he solved that problem quickly, like he had millions of times
before. He flexed his jaws, and then yawned, and then simultaneous popping cracks were heard,
one from each side of his jaw. He sighed and then easily pushed the cat’s furry shoulders deeper
into his mouth, the action made easier by the fact that he had just willingly dislocated his jaw,
like a snake.

He then started swallowing, and the cat’s body moved inwards a bit, aided by the three-fingered
hands shoving at the cat’s rump, pushing it deeper into his body. The cat was meowing
plaintively, but he ignored it and kept pushing and swallowing alternatively. The bulge of the cat
was disturbingly visible in the creature’s throat as he continued his meal, eyes closed in bliss as
one hand shoved the cat and the other massaged the squirming lump. Finally, just like the rat, the
cat’s twitching tail was the last thing to see the moon before he swallowed one last time, sucking
the tail into his mouth and down his esophagus with the rest of the doomed feline.

He smiled, rubbing the large bulge of his stomach, feeling the cat squirm for a little longer before
it passed out from lack of air. He then cracked his jaws back into place, the process completely
painless for him. He looked down at himself and laughed. Where once was a tight six-pack was
now a squirming bulge that was the size of… well… a cat. He chuckled, patting the warm bulge,
hearing the soft gurgling of his body already getting to work on the feline. Within a few hours,
he’d have his six-pack again and no one at the mansion would know a thing!

Kurt grinned and ‘ported to a quiet spot to sleep away his meal.

The sun rose on a pile of blankets outside of a home décor shop. Curled up in the discarded
blankets lay a blue furball, whimpering happily in his sleep as he relived his last meal. But then
his body decided to give him a reality check and he woke to his stomach growling loudly.
Dreaming he was full was one thing, actually being full was another thing entirely, his body
reminded him irritably. Kurt laughed and got up, stretching. He put one hand to his stomach and
felt the hard, toned muscles again. No evidence at all of his meal the night before. He looked
down at himself and laughed again. Well, maybe some evidence… His uniformed chest was
covered in the late cat’s ginger fur. He brushed it all off, chuckling still.

He then ‘ported himself to the mansion, quickly changed and slipped downstairs with the other
students for breakfast like nothing was out of place. He ate two plates of bacon and eggs, four
slices of toast and washed it all down with two large glasses of milk. He then left the table, not
feeling even a quarter full.

There was no training to worry about, so he was free as a bird as he left the mansion, heading
vaguely towards the park. He saw some stray birds flitting around, and though his hands
twitched, he restrained them. As much as he liked the birds, catching and eating them whole in
broad daylight was a pretty dumb idea.

He sighed a little in frustration. He was hungry! The cat and rat had been his first real meal in
days! He was absolutely starving now! Normal food just didn’t work for him anymore! He could
stuff himself on everything in the mansion fridge and would probably blow up before he felt full.
Dead meat no longer filled him. But live meat… That was a different story!

But catching it was something else entirely. The rat had been stupid and careless, the cat just
plain dumb. Most of the time, the animals saw him and bolted and not even his teleporting skills
could help him catch them. It frustrated the hell out of him. He wanted, if only once, to have a
full belly. To feel like he couldn’t eat anything more. He’d give anything to be able to feel like
he was actually full! The expression, hungry enough to eat a horse, had a completely different
meaning for Kurt and he was desperate enough to actually try it!

But then he saw a jogger run past him, and he thought along different lines. The average human
male weighted… What? About 200 pounds, right? Could he handle that? Cats, rats and birds
were one thing, but a human? He paused and then grinned widely as he decided he’d go hunting
again that night.

That night there was no moon. Kurt blessed that fact; his blue skin and fur rendering him
invisible in the shadows. He had decided to go out wearing only his stretchy shorts and no shirt.
He doubted that his uniform would have survived the experience. It was tight enough when he
got cats and such. For a person, it would rip to shreds and then some very awkward and
uncomfortable questions would arise.

He stalked the back alleys, looking for a meal. He had seen a few cats, but had purposely ignored
them. He was looking for bigger fish to fry.

There! In an alleyway was a young couple, each about into their twenties, trying to suck each
other’s faces off. Kurt sniffed and to his surprise, didn’t smell any drugs or alcohol. He grinned,
his fangs glinting dimly, as he began to crawl down the wall. He stood hardly three feet from
them as the boy straddled the girl, his crotch grinding against hers as they kissed passionately.
Kurt watched, debating how to do this. There were two of them, but he was too hungry to go and
search elsewhere.

Now, would it be the guy or the gal? They weren’t exactly small; about the same size he was,
maybe and inch or two shorter. They might fight back. Okay, well, how about he stun one, tie
that one up and go for the other, then take care of the other in the morning?

No! He was too hungry to wait! He’d try to take both of them. But could he? Well, there was
only one way to find out!

Mind set and locked on target, Kurt crept forwards.

His appearance frightened both young people to paralysis and he lunged, knocking the guy out as
he landed atop them both. The girl began to scream, but Kurt didn’t worry. In this part of town,
someone was always screaming. He then got up, dragging the unconscious guy off the girl. He
then crept back towards the shaking girl, hissing, “Easy there, fräulein. No need to scream.” The
girl tried to back up, but Kurt grabbed her ankle. He grinned at her as his stomach growled like a
bear. The girl tried to kick him away, but was pitifully weak.

She wore very little; a skirt and a tank top. The sandals had been kicked off earlier and the
panties were lying about ten feet away. Kurt grinned. He was gonna like this! He then knelt by
the girl’s bare foot, catching the other one as she kicked at him again, squealing, “Let me go, you
freak!” Kurt sneered at her, forced both feet together and stuck the toes into his mouth. The girl
giggled involuntarily at the sensation of his tongue toying with her toes, but kept trying to
squirm, saying amid giggles, “Let me---hahaha!---go!”

Kurt responded by shoving the soft feet further into his mouth, the toes tickling the back of his
throat as they wiggled. He then realized he had to pop his jaw and the noise made the girl stare at
him, no longer giggling, and she looked like she would pass out. Kurt winked at her and then
gulped. The girl let out a yelp as she was sucked in to her calves. Kurt’s eyes shut in bliss as he
tasted clean, smooth flesh. God…it was heavenly!

The girl began to whimper, “Please… stop it…” Kurt only swallowed again, and with a wet
slurp, the girl’s knees were right to Kurt’s lips. She began to cry and even began hitting his face,
shrieking, “Let go! Now!” Kurt growled at her and with his tail, held her hands still. He then
stretched his hands up her body as far as he could reach, to her waist, and tugging, swallowed
again. He moaned as he felt her feet slip into his stomach, the toes wriggling desperately as the
girl’s hips slid to his nose.

But now a problem. He was still kneeling, trying to push her up into himself. He solved this by
lying down on his right side. Wow… that helped a lot. He then gulped again, tugging more to get
her thin hips into his mouth. He managed and then paused, her hips half into his mouth. Kurt
then grinned wickedly (as best he could) and tongued her right between her legs, making her
squirm. She tasted sweet and ripe and he was pretty sure that if he had left them alone, they
would have gone straight to intercourse, forgetting the fact that they were in an alley. He licked
at her for a little more, probing her as much as he could before swallowing once more, her hips
slipping into his vastly stretched throat. Kurt moaned again as the girl, now crying hysterically,
twisted her legs around inside of him in a vain effort to escape.

Kurt rested now, his lips over the girl’s waist like a snug belt, the rest of her stuck tight and wet
and warm inside his throat and stomach, the legs beginning to fold up inside his belly. She was
pleading now, simpering, “Please, Mr. Demon, let me go! I’ll be good! I swear it! Just let me
out!!”

Kurt would have chuckled if he could. He then winked at her and swallowed again, the girl
starting to cry again as she felt his fangs scrape lightly across her body to stop just below her
breasts as she was pulled in deeper by powerful peristalsis muscles. She was forced to curl up her
legs, but tried to kick anyway. But then she looked down at the demon’s rounding gut and saw
the movement from her own actions. This seemed to bring home to her what was going to
happen to her and she cried even harder, if that was possible.

Kurt then began using his hands to massage her round globes of flesh while his tail held her
hands above her head. Despite her predicament, the girl responded to the gentle massage of her
breasts, moaning softly amid her tears. Kurt then gulped again, suddenly, and the girl, who had
relaxed, was quickly sucked in to her armpits. She howled her dismay into the night, but Kurt
reach up and covered her mouth, winking at her. He then used his tongue and licked at her back,
making her squirm delightfully.

What Kurt didn’t notice was that the girl’s last cry had awoken her boyfriend. He was groggy
and at first didn’t believe what he was seeing. In front of him was a demon, a fat demon. But
then he registered why the demon appeared so large. His girl, up to her armpits, was inside the
monster’s throat! And that bulge in the demon’s gut was her legs and lower body! He tried to get
up, but felt too stunned to move. He was paralyzed. He could only watch in horror as the
demon’s three-fingered hand stroked the girl’s cheek in a calming manner while the other
covered her mouth and a tail held her arms above her head.

The demon then patted her cheek and reached the hand that had been rubbing her cheek up to the
top of her head and pushed down on it while he began to gulp and swallow. The girl squirmed
mightily, letting out squeaks and muffled cries as her head slipped into the demon’s mouth. The
demon let his hands down and then swallowed again, sucking in the girl’s arms to the elbow. His
body was very stretchy it seemed, because though the boyfriend could easily see his girl pushing
and struggling against her fleshy prison, the demon wasn’t phased one bit. The barbed tail let go
of the arms now, since they could barely move at all. The demon then relaxed, rubbing its hand
over the bulge in his gut, smiling widely and eyes closed in bliss. The boyfriend felt he would be
sick as he saw his girl’s head stuck in the monster’s throat, the lower body squirming in the
bloated belly. But then his paralysis broke and he leaped forwards, and grabbed his girl’s hands,
the only part still visible, and said, “Let her go, you monster!”

The demon’s eyes snapped open just as the tail whipped forwards, catching his legs and tumbling
him to the ground. The demon stared at him angrily, but then winked at him and swallowed
again. Now only the hands were visible, fingers wiggling desperately and vainly. Then the
demon swallowed one last time and closed his mouth over the twitching fingers, smiling as the
last bit of his meal was forced down into his stomach.

The boyfriend stared. Had he just seen a demon swallow his girl whole and alive? Then he saw
the twitching and squirming gut and realized he had. Then he looked at the demon that was
licking his lips, sighing in satisfaction. He then shifted his jaw around and two distinct cracks
were heard simultaneously.

The demon then moaned softly, “Oh Gott… that was good!” He used his hands to rub at his
swollen gut, and the kid noticed for the first time that the demon’s body was blue and covered in
soft-looking fur. The demon’s hands brushed it back and forth as he rubbed at the girl trapped
inside his flesh, cooing softly in a different language.

The kid looked down at his legs, seeing the tail wrapped securely around his feet. He twitched
his feet, but the tail was strong. He then sat up, pleading, “Please… let her go…”

The demon moaned as a few strong kicks inside him pushed at the skin, but it only served to
please him even more. He then registered the kid had spoken and looked at him, purring, “Sorry,
pal. Not tonight.”

The boy then pleaded, feeling tears come to his eyes, “Please!”

The demon then grinned slyly, asking, “Why? You miss her?”

He nodded, crying openly now as he asked, “Yes! Please!”

The demon seemed to deliberate; looking thoughtful as more squirms came from his gut. He then
said in a friendly tone, “All right.” The boy was about to thank the demon until it pulled him
close, muttering to the kid’s face, “You can join her.”

The boy froze, and then cried out, “What?! Noomph!” The rest of his protest was lost as his
mouth was covered by the demon’s.

For a minute, it was like they were kissing, but then he felt a wet warmth spreading over his face
and realized that there was nothing passionate about this. He heard the cracking noises again, and
from what he had already seen, he guessed that the demon needed to dislocate its jaws like
snakes do in order to swallow large prey. This made him squirm even more, pushing against the
demon’s chest. But the arms held him closer, pressing him to the swollen gut. He could feel
movement on his legs. He whimpered but it was lost as his face was pressed against the demon’s
wet tongue. He struggled more desperately, but the arms held his chest, and the tail was tight
around his legs, keeping him from kicking.
He then felt the demon’s hands grip his arms and shove him up, further into the hot maw. His
face pushed against a slimy wall and he realized his head was already in the demon’s throat. He
howled in primal terror, but then heard a loud gulp and he was pulled further down the slimy
tube. His whole head was in the hot, wet esophagus now, and he could feel the demon shoving
his shoulders together to make them smaller, make him easier to swallow. He tried to flex his
shoulders, to keep them wide, but the demon was remarkably strong and overpowered him
easily.

He then felt the wet warmth spread over his shoulders just as his head hit another wall of flesh.
But then he slid through and the harsh smell of gastric bile filled his nostrils, making him cough.
Then he heard a soft, “James?” He was about to answer when another push of the demon’s throat
muscles drove him further into the stomach, mashing him up against his girlfriend.

He felt her twist around and one hand gently caressed his cheek as he lamented, “Emily, I’m so
sorry. I tried to stop it…”

He squirmed, but now only his butt and legs were free. His arms had already been sucked into
wet darkness. He felt more movement around him as Emily twisted just enough to kiss his cheek,
murmuring, “I’m scared…”

James sighed, and then yelped as fangs bit down teasingly into his thighs, another swallow
forcing him still deeper. Now only his knees and feet felt dry and cool. He had been forced down
so much he was now forced to try and curl himself upwards, and found that he was stuck under
Emily’s thighs. He felt his arms were relatively free now and tried to push against the walls to
get room to move and breathe. But his hands slipped right off the walls and now his skin felt
kinda tingly, but in a bad way. He slipped again and everything was compressed. He was now
really squashed, and could feel Emily laboring to breathe as his bulk crushed her against the
slimy walls surrounding them. James felt more tears drip from his eyes as he whispered, “Me
too, baby. I’m sorry.”

She then whispered, “It’s okay.” James felt more pushing on his feet. He kicked, trying one last
time to escape, but his ‘kicks’ were really just wiggles of his sneakers. Then he felt a three-
fingered hand on his ankle and then his shoe was slipped off, then his sock. Then the other foot
was treated the same way. James ‘kicked’ again but his feet were firmly grabbed and then
shoved into the demon’s mouth. He could feel the sharp teeth on the sole of his foot and he
giggled unwillingly as the demon purposefully tickled him with fangs and fingers. But then the
demon grew bored of this game and gulped one last time. James felt his feet get shoved down to
him and he was forced to curl up with Emily entwined with him.

They quivered in the darkness and then James muttered a curse as he felt weird hands caressing
his back though the flesh. He tried to hit the hands away, but in the darkness, he couldn’t tell
which way was what and only ended up squirming in place. Suddenly, there was a soft rumbling
noise and the flesh around them seemed to quiver. It continued for a while and James realized
with hatred that the accursed demon was purring. “Damn demon…” James muttered softly.
Suddenly, there was a change in pressure and James moaned in pain as his ears popped suddenly.
But then he just felt very sleepy. He cuddled up against Emily for the last time and dropped off
to sleep.

Kurt felt he was in heaven. He had loved the way the boy had squirmed in his throat. He had
been stronger than the girl, making the sensation much more noticeable and pleasurable. He then
noticed he was purring, rather loudly in fact. He tried to stop, but couldn’t. Kurt couldn’t help
but giggle. He was just a fat, stuffed cat! He giggled again, feeling giddy and silly. He glanced
down at himself and let out a bark of laughter. His gut was huge, filled with over 300 pounds of
teenager. Despite the fact that they were being tightly crushed together, the bulge was still over
five-feet in diameter.

He kept purring as he stroked himself, feeling the bodies tightly stretching his skin and fur. He
tried to roll over, but failed. Oh well. He was in a deserted part of town anyway.

He licked his lips again, getting the last tastes of the couple. He let out a low moan of primal
satisfaction. “Oh Gott…” he murmured again, stroking his fur, making himself shiver
uncontrollably. He felt a few last kicks from his prey, and rubbed back, giggling at the sensation.
He then wondered how long he’d need to digest this much food. He wasn’t all that good in math
but guessed he wasn’t going to be moving for a while. Still purring, he shut his eyes and drifted
off to sleep.

Kurt opened his eyes to see a night sky above him. Huh? How long had he fallen asleep for? An
hour or two?

But then he looked down at himself and was shocked. He was sporting a six-pack again! He
moaned in disappointment, letting himself slump back down to his side. Had it all been a dream?

He then saw the abandoned sneakers, panties and sandals. No, it had happened, but he still felt
really confused. He then sat up, feeling dizzy at being so light again. He giggled and massaged
his flat stomach, licking his lips. Well, that had been fun!

He chuckled as he stood up, his tail automatically waving behind him to help him regain his
balance. Then he saw a purse on the floor. Grinning, he dug into it. He found a whole bunch of
girl stuff; a make-up kit, feminine napkins, hair things and then he grinned as he pulled out a cell
phone. He flipped it open and a little picture of ‘Hello Kitty’ popped up, waving at him. He
grinned and pushed for the date and stared.

According to the phone, he’d been asleep for a whole day!

Wow, he thought as he shut the phone. He then whistled in astonishment as he patted his stomach
with a three-fingered hand, licking his lips as he said with a grin, “Jeez. More than 300 pounds
and it only took me about 24 hours!” He then laughed and picked up the purse and, using the
shadows and his ‘porting, got to the riverside. He then weighted the purse down with rocks,
zipped it shut and chucked it into the water, laughing as it sank out of sight.

Then he turned his sights to the mansion.

FIN -- For now…