{I went quite far and wrote some matching stuff for Widow's actions (even a bit what I guessed Xarces's might be – if any part is too far, just ignore it and start from the bit before)<br/><br/>“If that is your desire Madame, if you wish it, I will fill the belly of your precious Nyrwa. I will massage her internally until she recovers from what ails her...” Xarces said softly.<span style="font-style: italic">Well, that's it then,</span>I thought.<br/><br/>Everyone who went into a predators belly came out again, one way or another – but only one or two of the gross exited as anything other than small, steaming piles of shit. Even though Xarces said he was resistant, even with Madame Widow's promise...<span style="font-style: italic">are your odds as good as half,</span>I wondered, as I studied him.<span style="font-style: italic">If you don't live, I'll devour Widow whole,</span>I promised him, and myself, “and her little kitty, too.”<br/><br/>One way or another, Xarces's flesh would eventually bulk my breasts.<br/><br/>He crawled onto the bed, passing Widow, approaching Nyrwa, and I undulated after him.<br/><br/>“You're a little overdressed for an<span style="font-style: italic">intimate</span>belly masseuse,” I told him as I caught him up, my fingertips nimbly popping the fasteners of his jerkin, my palms caressing his broad, strong chest as I peeled it back. My forked tongue flickered out, tasting his cheek, the back of his neck. “A<span style="font-style: italic">good</span>owner would help prepare their Pet's meal,” I hissed, my eyes warm on Madame Widow's as I teased and invited her to<span style="font-style: italic">come play</span>. I let my tongue do what it wanted, sampling sweat-salty places on Xarces back with flickering tickles, as I stripped his jerkin, his twitching and arching only making it easier.<br/><br/>I waited, my hands all over his tented crotch, for Madame Widow's to join them, then together we began the work of<span style="font-style: italic">undoing</span>. I was impressed, when<span style="font-style: italic">it</span>popped forth. It had the perfect shape, was perfectly formed, and the size was ample, for my needs. I wanted it in me. I wanted<span style="font-style: italic">all</span>of him in me.<br/><br/>But he wasn't mine today.<br/><br/>I shoved him in Nyrwa's direction, a little irritated and jealous,<span style="font-style: italic">even though at the end of the day he was only food</span>... no, that was a thought born of jealousy, and it wasn't even really true. Still, I let the catwoman have him.