Elanor curtly told the telemarketer she wasn't interested and hung up the phone. Why did they always have to call during meals? At least it hadn't been the weepy family of last night's casserole again. At first Elanor had been remotely sympathetic. She imagined losing a son could be quite traumatic, but the grieving family had been truly testing her patience for the better part of the day. They'd left more than half a dozen hysterical messages demanding the return of their child. Why couldn't they just accept that little Jacob was currently snaking his way through the intestines of three different wolves and a baby rabbit? The calls had become borderline harassment, and if they continued demanding the return of their son Elanor resolved to shit young Jacob's remains into a paper bag and mail it to them. In her days, prey understood their place in the food chain and respected their predators. The creak of the front door awoke Elanor from her thoughts. She inhaled deeply; Kell was home.

Elanor made her way down the steps, clutching her dress so that she wouldn't trip on the hem of her skirt, "How was your day at work, Kell?"

Setting down her briefcase, Kell turned to face her mother, "Quite well I see." Elanor complimented.

Kell's bulging belly had stretched her suit to its limits. The suit's buttons looked as if they were ready to pop off at any moment, and liberate the tightly compacted gut from its confines. As if to further confirm her mother's observation, Kell released a hearty belch into the palm of her hand, "Excuse me." Elanor reached out and gave the prey filled sphere a gentle pat, causing it to bob up and down, "So, what have you got in there? Don't tell me another school bus blew out a tire while traveling through your territory."

Kell shook her head, "If only. No, the day wasn't going very well so I decided to prowl outside a Dunkin' Donuts. The prey there tend to be a tad less elusive."

Elanor couldn't help but chuckle, "Kell, I thought you had more pride than to do that. It isn't very sporting."

"It's very filling though!" Kell replied, an amused grin on her muzzle.

"Junk food always is."

Kell's belly gave a loud gurgle as its occupants were churned and scrambled in a peristalsis frenzy. Kell looked down at the noisy belly blocking off the view of her feet. She felt full and content... but she also couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed, "That raccoon couple is going to go straight to my thighs, I just know it."

"That's why you should always target leaner prey." Elanor couldn't help but think about the young man waiting for her in her room. She remembered what it felt like to clutch at his small, yet defined, muscles and play with the tip of his cockhead. She did her best to keep her tongue inside of her mouth. It wouldn't do to drool on the living room floor... at least not in front of Kell.

"The problem with the lean ones is that they're hard to catch." Kell hefted her bulbous belly and gave it a shake. The middle aged wolfl was quite proficient at consuming things, and she knew her bodily processes. It wasn't an exact science, but Kell was pretty confident that she could determine how much of the raccoons would be converted into calories, and how much would wind up as blubber beneath her fur, by seeing how big of a bulge they produced, "... Hope Kevin doesn't mind love handles for a few weeks."

"He's a rabbit, he won't mind a little extra padding. Besides, you still look far more trim than that time you devoured an entire steer."

"Ugh, please don't remind me. Just the thought of that makes me want to grab the tums... Is Coney asleep in her room right now?"

"Yes indeedy." Elanor replied.
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"Okay, I'm going to run upstairs and change quick. Then we'll head out."

"Head out?" Elanor parroted, a little confused.

"Don't you remember, mom? This evening the Mayor is holding a family picnic fund raiser. She's been so helpful to Kevin, we couldn't possibly miss the event."

"Ah, yes. Now I remember." Kell had told her about the event a few days prior. Brenda Bruin, the current mayor, was a rather trim grizzly bear with a full head of blond hair and an endearing smile. She'd been very influential in helping Kevin secure his spot on the school board. For whatever reason, the mayor had taken a keen interest in Kell's rabbit hubby.

"Are you sure you don't want to come along?" Kell asked.

"That's quite alright dear. I'm sure I'll find something around the house to... occupy my time." The handsome young rabbit she had squirreled away upstairs would be all the entertainment she'd need for the evening. With the family away there was nothing to prevent her from fully enjoying herself. The undersexed wolfess felt the fur between her legs growing moister by the second. She just hoped the boy had enough stamina to keep up with her.

Kell bounded up the stairs. She'd need to change into something stretchy to accommodate for her added bulk; perhaps some jogging pants and an extra large t-shirt. As she ruffled through her clothing her thoughts turned to Kevin. He'd left this morning to help Ms. Bruin with her fundraiser and she hadn't had an opportunity to speak with him since then. She just hoped Kevin remembered the safety precautions she'd discussed with him before seeing him out the door. The mayor was a large omnivore, and everyone in Domain was technically a part of her diet. There was always the possibility that her unique interest in Kevin wasn't attributable to his amiable personality and insightful observations, but his muscular meaty build. Kevin made most predators, male and female, drool copious amounts of saliva whenever they laid eyes on him. Kevin was strong, intelligent, and resourceful, which was why he'd yet to wind up on someone's dinner table, but that didn't mean he couldn't be taken unawares. After changing into her frumpy getup, Kell collected Coney.

"We're headed out, mom. We're meeting Kevin and Rudy at the park. Do you want us to bring you back something to eat?"

"No dear, I already have dinner plans. Don't worry about me, just go out there and have a good time."

"Alright, mom. We'll see you at about ten."

"Goodbye." As soon as the front door closed Elanor flew up the stares. She opened the door to her room, finding Jeff exactly where she'd left him.

"Sooo... your daughter. Do you imagine she'd be up for a threesome?" The rabbit half joked.

No words were exchanged. No words were needed. Elanor simply lifted up the skirt of her dress and stared at the young man expectantly. Putting on the most sincere smile he could muster, he sauntered over to the old wolf and, winking, disappeared under the red fabric. A few seconds later Elanor's eyes had rolled into the back of her skull.