Pooh nodded without another thought, wobbling to his feet he moved towards him. The sight of the pudgy bear put a smile on Kanga’s face. Here was some honey in the pot he had, but she knew that there was a lot more inside the stuffed bear. Just thinking about all that rich, warm honey inside the pudgy little bear had Kanga’s eyes burning with desire as she eyed him. The fact that she wanted to eat him was completely ignored to the thought of eating the honey inside of him. She was going to eat Winnie the Pooh and no one was going to stop her.

No one had left her, but only Pooh was awake. She could feel everyone lying on her big, soft backside, using her ass cheeks as pillows or a bed. Everyone had been so tired after spending hours pushing her they had all gone to bed without even moving. She could feel her little boy curled up on her right ass cheek, dreaming of his roly-poly momma. They’d sleep right through what she did next.

“Now remember, no tasting,” Pooh warned her and Kanga nodded eagerly, her eyes on his round belly full of honey. The honey had rotted her brain as she saw nothing wrong with what she weas doing. Pooh held out the jar of honey under her nose, expecting her to just breath it in. Listed she lifted her head and opened her maw wide. The wet, hot inside of her mouth was left completely exposed to Pooh, who only stared at it curiously. He didn’t comprehend what was going on until Kanga grabbed him by the shoulders and popped his head into her maw, things were made unmistakably clear then. Pooh let out a cry for help as darkness overtook the sight of the pinkish, wet, tooth lined insides of Kanga’s mouth as she closed her lips around his neck, sucking on him. His screaming became muffled as her tongue slid right across his face, causing him to sputter as his face was slathered with her sticky, hot saliva. For a few minutes, Kanga just held him by the shoulders and suckled his face. There was honey all over his face and when Kanga tasted it she was in heaven.

Once she got a taste of honey, her mind became clearer and she started second thinking her plan to eat Pooh. She was finally able to see the full ramifications of her actions and she paused. Pooh was still crying out, his voice traveling down her long neck into her belly. In his panic he threw his arms up, sending the honey high in the air. The honey pot sailed up into the air until it came crashing down on Pooh’s back. Honey splattered all over him, from his stubby legs all the way up his neck where a few drops hit Kanga’s maw. The mother roo paused as she stared down at the honey soaked bear hanging from her maw. Her nostrils flared as all those second thoughts were completely forgotten.

Holding Pooh by the back of his neck with one hand, her other hand pressed against his bottom and slipped his shoulders into her mouth. The sounds of slurping surrounded him as she sucked on him like a lollipop, the fresh taste of honey making her mouth water around him. She was covering him in drool, sending it spraying from the side of her mouth. Reaching forward, she ripped his shirt off removing the small, red cloth from his body, but leaving all the honey on his body. He cried out more as he struggled, but Kanga just held him tighter and pushed Pooh in until his head touched the back of her mouth where the opening of her throat was.

Kanga tilted her head back so he was aimed right for the end of that gullet and then she pushed again, forcing his head into the confines of her hungry throat. The feeling of her throat stretching out was new for Kanga and oddly, she liked the feeling. It was like when her belly bloated out from new fat, only this lard moved on its own. Feeling Pooh struggle in her gullet was divine so she swallowed to experience more of this sensation.

The muscle holding him tensed, then pulled, sliding him down through it. His shoulders quickly slid into her gullet, then his chest. Her slimy, tight throat slid over Pooh’s face, the saliva and mucus in the throat letting him glide down smoothly. Pooh cried in the dark, hot throat, not understanding why his friend was doing this to him. As she stopped pushing, he could feel her tongue sliding around and across his chest. He shuddered at the feeling, horrified at what he knew she was doing to him. He knew she was enjoying herself through her soft moans.

With sickening slurps she licked him clean of the honey while also tasting him. His furry flesh combined with the sweet honey had her swooning with delight. Kanga had thought honey was the greatest food in the world, she now knew it was second to furry, honey coated critters. That was the most delicious.