No I am not dead. Though I won’t say that this journal is an announcement of my return. As some of you may know, for the last couple months I was in school for my Master’s degree. Right now I am on break which gives me some breathing room to do things like make this announcement. I was supposed to graduate now but because research is a pain in the ass my plans got delayed. Its been tough balancing returning to this online world and my real life affairs so that’s why I’ve been relatively silent. I can’t say I will be making a full return soon but my eye has always been watching what goes on. Even know I take pleasure watching the interest in my characters grow.


Part of the reason why I haven’t made posts is because I am such a perfectionist and believe every post must have a story accompanying it. With no time to write, I’ve built up a collection I’ve been dying to share, though I have been active in other spaces. Over this hiatus, I actually used some of the momentum from this little venture to start up a blog on tumblr that features some of my inspirations for Hund. It isn’t a furry blog but if you are interested in videos of buff dudes who eat a ton you can message me for the deets. This account has definitely given me more confidence to make my stake in the virtual frontier, so I want to thank you all for helping me grow out of my shell. In any case, Merry Christmas and don’t be naughty or Hund will eat all your cookies.

Name: Randel
Species: Rat
Age: 20
Occupation: Janitor at The Bent Tail
Height: 4’11’’
Weight: 89 lbs
Sexual Orientation: Asexual ( closet pred lover )
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Like: pranks, swearing creative languages, running, s’mores, filtering, cleaning, heat, indie rock (preferences: Blink 182 and Yellow card) preds with big guts (in secret), sneaking off with other people’s left overs and food

Dislikes: getting scared by larger people, dirty places, being called “cute”, snow, being eaten, alcohol.


Eater profile:
Even if Randel is not a pred at all, he mostly tease them. From “accidentally” bumping into pred to drop there food. Sneaking off little bits of food resulting smaller portions, and so on to tease. Yet has a higher metabolism for his small size, and sneaking off with some sweets to nibble on. Where it was from the kitchen, or brought from home or “found” it is up to debate. However, he does have a hidden “encourager” side and is curious about seeing how much food those preds can get at a certain time. Even getting Aroused of preds who pig out numerous Times. But can’t show it in an honest way, since he thinks it’s weird. But for being prey, he is definitely afraid of being eaten alive. Having a dark idea of getting digested alive in a painful death, or worse, get churned into fat on said pred forever.


Personally:
The best way to describe him is a “lovable jerk.” Who so love to tease, mock, make rude comments, even play practical jokes or pranks for giggles. Resulting in him to be not liked by most people, especially by anyone that is bigger than him.

However, under all those layers of smug comments and swearing like a sailor, he’s just a poor insecure person who can get very intimidated very easily.

Mostly due to growing up without a family, moving from a foster home. Yet never really connected to any new family who wanted him. This goes on and on until one day fully emancipated at age 20, all alone, and with nobody to call “home”. Resulting in him being bitter to others, especially if anyone is bigger than him that makes him look small or weak.

With him finding a janitorial job at The Bent Tail to make ends meet for his apartment and food. And even started to be an expert cleaner from cleaning floors, tables, and bathrooms down to the last spot. The reason why firing him could be not a wise idea. Randel does insulting comments about big preds, there looks personally to orientation, when it comes to vore, it would be his field day to tease and mock them for how odd and even crazy it looks. Claiming to be “asexual” and not having of those kinky sexual traits. With him being hypocritical when he goes of flirting with Tanu or even butting heads with Hund.

But in actuality, his mind of wanting to care for, loved, protect and save and sound lingers on. Whether it be any larger pred of any gender or sex or species, when he’s not a jerk to them and can get emotionally attached just right.

Today’s my Birthday!

Normally I don't announce this because people forget it, but..... MY BIRTHDAY IS COMING UP! Everyone here has been so nice so far that I want to see if their kindness includes remembering the birthday of the owner of this account. If have some kindness to spare please be sure to send a "Happy Birthday" this Thursday, October 21st (10/21), to this journal or just DM me. Also bring cake cause Hund will be hungry :P.

Thank you to everyone who has been watching this account! Despite the inactivity with school, I'm surprised how it managed to hit the 400 mark! Since I've been so busy, I haven't had time to do anything for the occasion. But, I will say that I do have some fun pieces stocked up to make a glorious return! If you want something to engage with, I do have the commission pool still running so be sure to post your ideas there for Hund and co!

I’ve got some good news, some bad news, and some fun news. First, let’s start with the nice stuff. Like I mentioned in the previous milestone journal, hitting 10000 views was one of my big goals. I'm happy to announce at the time of writing this, that we managed to exceed that target! Not only that, but we hit over 3000 favorites and 300 followers since last time! I know compared to a lot of accounts, getting 10000 views is nothing but consider this. This account is just a small gallery featuring works I didn’t create myself that started only 5 months ago. Even though, I’d like to think my well developed (and well fed) roster of characters was what got us to the finish line, I know it was the privilege to work with so many wonderful artists that helped carry the way, and I want to thank all of them dearly.

As for the bad news, my upload schedule will be far looser than before. You could kind of tell this by the delayed posting I created yesterday. I originally tried posting every Monday and Friday of the week for August and I’ve been mostly successful. But my school will be starting again in a couple of weeks and I need time to get resettled with in-person classes. If you don’t follow my account closely, this announcement isn’t a big deal. For those who do, it means that instead of that nice biweekly setup we have, it might be more once a week or once every other week. All I can say is uploads will be far more sporadic. Its tempting to do an art dump without all the nice little stories, but where is the fun in that?

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NOW HERE’S THE FUN PART YOU WANT TO PAY ATTENTION TOO

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I really enjoy audience involvement, whether it’s a simple view or a positive comment. I like to make pieces that get all of you (the viewer) excited as much as I do. While on a walk, I realized instead of trying to read your minds, why don’t I ask you directly what you want to see? With that said, let me introduce you to the “Com Pool”, my special event for this milestone.

Essentially, I want to hear your ideas for commissions! If it’s good, I’ll follow through with it and pay for it to be made. Here are some rules though:
0.) I will select ideas whenever I want to do a commission (so please don’t rush me). If you are selected, I will credit you on the bottom of the commission description as I do for artists.
1.) You can submit multiple ideas.
2.) All submissions must feature at least one of the following characters: Hund, Tanu, Ty, or Pan. You can include your own sona/OC.
3.) At max 2 characters can be involved in a scene.
4.) Vore, food stuffing, bloating/inflation, and most SFW scenes are all automatically ok with me.
5.) No explicitly sexual stuff. If dicks or vaginas are involved, that’s in the no-no category. Butts and breasts are ok though.
6.) You can make recommendations for artists, but I will make the final decision based on my budget.

My general advice for getting selected is to try to make your idea as detailed as possible. Even though I reserve the right to take artistic liberties if the idea seems vague, I want to commission your piece as closely as possible to your vision. There is no window period for this (yet), since the idea for this kind of event is kind of unique (at least to me). I just want to hear what you guys think.

If you want to participate, feel free to comment below or note me!

Hello everyone who keeps track of journals! I'm terrible at watching milestones, but it was my view count that made me make this journal. A lot of pages the more established pages on this website (which is basically anyone who knows how to use the HTML style formatting) are in the 10000+ views range so it's pretty exciting for me to be reaching that point too.

Just a quick update, I do have a bunch of commissions stocked up which I am trying to slowly disperse over the summer. You may see art that I commissioned on the original artist's account before its uploaded here! I may upload much later than the original piece because it is now my tradition that every submission has a story. Expect something on Mondays and Fridays for the next few weeks. After September, this account will be rather still as I begin school again. Since this, all started as an experiment to keep me from getting bored, it's both sad and relieving to finally be burdened with pre-pandemic life again.

As a milestone, I should probably be doing something special (like a Q&A) but a lot of you already DM stuff (and I love the attention so thank you!). If you do have any questions though either about me or my cast of characters, feel free to comment on this journal.

Name: Pan
Species: Red Panda
Age: 24
Occupation: Pastry Chef
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 160lbs
Sexual Orientation: Gay
Appearance: Pan is primarily covered in orange fur except for several areas on his and face. His arms and feet are covered in dark brown hair that progressively gets more and more orange. His face features two white stripes that curve like parentheses. This strip starts from the corner of his eyes down to his chin. His snout his and ears are also covered by white fur. Pan also has shaggy blond hair, which stands out from the rest of his body when clothed. Many people think it's unnatural until Pan lifts his shirt, revealing a blond patch of fur covering his abdomen. He has a large orange circle at his belly button that makes his core look like it's surrounded by a golden donut. While clothed, Pan appears to be of average size. However, Pan is surprisingly athletic, especially in his legs, thanks to his hobbies.

Personality:
Pan is perpetually worried about everything. Whether the weather will be good enough to harvest herbs for his confections. Whether the lion eying him is into eating him out in a good way or bad way. Pan always must have a plan. His eyes are usually dart all over the place as he is eying out any possible threat that could affect him or his plans. Once Pan has calmed from his panic, he is friendly. He does not like seeing his friends go hungry, so he is always carrying snacks to give out to people. This is one of several innocent or naïve beliefs Pan holds. Another belief that has gotten him into trouble was his use of BDSM equipment for restraining preds. At one point, Pan tried using a pair of fuzzy handcuffs to apprehend a pred who put their hands on him. The pred quickly unlocked the handcuffs much to Pan’s shock. To this day though, Pan believes the pred must have used either brute strength or expert lockpicking to break his binds and has only increased his collection of “constraints”. When Pan is aroused, his tail usually springs up like a fuzzy orange boner. Pan has to cut holes in pants he gets because when his tail goes erect, the bulges can lead to problems. Because of his parents, Pan is also quite the tinkerer, always trying out different recipes either for the purpose of messing with his friends or to sate his own curiosity. When in his own environment (i.e. at a bakery or out in nature), Pan is more confident. He can take control of a situation better compared to his usual flurry of worried thoughts.
Pan also has a secret obsession with bellies that does interfere with his work. He sometimes let random customers eat the rest of his end of the day inventory so he can be watch their bellies grow from behind his counter. He does not like having this secret shared but his friends at this point know about it from watching Pan’s tail.




Likes: Being Eaten, Parkour, Naruto, Salads, Lofi Music, Smoke Grenades, Swimming, Running, Being Outdoors, Trees, Rock Climbing, Baking, Books, Gardening, Foraging, BDSM (Best Devourment Stopping Methods)
Dislikes: Being Eaten, Consuming Meat, Poison Ivy, Being Unprepared,

Eater Profile:
Despite having the smallest frame out of his group of friends, Pan still has a sizeable belly capacity. Often Pan is the first to try out a recipe and since science typically requires many replications it means Pan usually has to eat hundreds of treats before nailing down a signature formula. What has further stretched his stomach capacity was his patent pending Inflatabuns, pastries that create large volumes of gas that bloat out their eaters when ingested. Despite all his eating, Pan is normally able to burn off his excess calories from running, swimming, or other exercise. When Pan must eat, he is usually really bad at it. At a buffet, he can only eat 3 to 4 plates before he must stop compared to stacks of plates someone like Hund can consume without much ill effect. However, when he is transfixed by something, the nausea he normally feels disappears. During long and exciting movies, Pan has been known to empty out the popcorn machine of the theater. Pan is not the fastest eater, but he has a capacity that can keep up, if he is distracted by his fellow eater’s own growing bellies.

This increased stomach capacity is large enough to eat one prey whole though Pan would never willingly eat someone. His friends have tried to give him a taste of vore but Pan has a gag reflex as strong as Hund’s swallow reflex. The only reason why Pan is aware of his stomach capacity is because one of Tanu’s micros accidently started growing back to full size while in Pan’s belly. Poor Pan was left incapacitated by the overwhelming nausea he suddenly experienced. When Pan has reached this predatory limit, he is typically a burpy, whiny mess. Pan’s digestive system is not strong enough to digest prey unlike Hund, Ty, or Tanu but because of his smaller frame, his prey usually are much more constricted compare to the other three. This is usually an uncomfortable experience for both parties.


History:
Pan grew up always moving through the wilder parts of the world. His father had the privileged role as plant photographer for a scientific magazine, while his mother was a botanist. While his father hiked through mountainside and brush documenting the natural world, Pan climbed the trees surrounding the clearings that of his families' make-shift camp, basking in the natural elements. His idyllic upbringing was relatively brief. Ever since he was a toddler, Pan's mother's parents worried that the young Pan would not be prepared to face "the real world" despite her mother's diligent home school education. When Pan was old enough to attend middle school, his father suffered an injury involving a feral beast near their camp. Considering his in-laws' concerns, he decided to retire his nature photography days to move to the city and give Pan the "proper education" he required. His mother, meanwhile, had to remain out in the field to continue her research.

The shift to the city was rough for Pan. The honking of cars was overwhelming compared to the rushing of wind through the foliage. Besides managing these new external stressors, Pan was also struggling with processing the events that caused this move in the first place. The snarls of his unknown assailant followed by the cries of his father sometimes replay in his sleep. His father, meanwhile, seems grateful about being in life despite his condition. Every time Pan has asked about the attack, his father spoke with little remorse, always laughing off the details with the same joke: "I'm just lucky your mom was a good shot. Otherwise I'd be made of more metal!" as he tapped on his prosthetic arm.

Middle school was not much better for young Pan. Although initially, he wasn't directly the target of bullying, every detail his obnoxious classmates tried to pry from him during recess left him scurrying up a nearby tree. Some thought his climbing abilities were interesting, some a point of jest. But after his novelty worn thin, many simply ignored the strange kid obsessed with trees. Every summer, Pan and his father flew out to meet with his mother out in the field. Each visit rejuvenating his senses with the wild.

High school was probably the worst experience in his youth. Rumors were rampant of athletes that bullied other classmates by keeping them in their bellies. During class periods, he noticed the few friends he had suspiciously missing for the next period, along with several larger students stifling belches in their creaking seats. During his junior year, gossip spread about a wrestling team member who tried to eat a cheerleader during a date. While Pan muddled over the news, he bumped into one of the muscular Doberman, one of the more jocks who dominated the school. Pan's attempt at an apology ended poorly, with him being lifted up to the drooling jaws of vengeful Doberman. Fortunately, a flash of golden fur smacked the Doberman off his feet. A similarly built golden retriever wrestled the Doberman to the ground and finished the Doberman's struggle with a one-way trip down the golden retriever's throat. After letting out a victorious belch, the golden retriever offered a hand up to the fallen Pan. While being helped up, Pan could not help but stare at the wriggling bloated belly attached to his savior. This was the first time he saw Vore in person.

The golden retriever stared at Pan with caring eyes and asked if he was alright. Before Pan could answer, another large hound approached the golden retriever and said, "Yo CheerEater, aren't you going to eat him?" Before Pan could hear the retriever's answer, he fleed to safety. In his bed, two trains of thought revealed themselves. One train thought had him reflected on the possible outcomes his encounter could have ended with. The other train was morbidly curious about what it must be like to be in a pred's belly. After that encounter, Pan was even more cautious around strangers, but his eyes lingered on any large bellies he sees.

When it came time to get a higher education, Pan was initially drawn to ecology, but his fear-driven brain leads him to the culinary path. Not only was it "practical" like his father suggested, but it also allowed him to experiment with different recipes. In his program, Pan developed an affinity for baked goods, which allowed him to experiment with different emetics to cause a predator to upchuck their prey. With some of the ingredients in his kitchen, he also tinkered with other methods to keep himself safe from predators, such as his signature explosive sucrose fueled smoke bombs. These methods would later become part of a book authored by Pan called The Art of Best Devourment Stopping Methods, which would become a controversial bestseller. Pan sometimes laments if he should have gone into ecology research like his mother.

Name: Tyson (Ty for short)
Species: Labrador/Golden Retriever Mix
Age: 25
Occupation: Personal Trainer
Height: 6'11
Weight: 270lbs
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Appearance:
Tyson is a classically built hunk. Hulking and leanly muscled, Ty charms most people he encounters in a room with his sculpted physique. Proportionally his upper torso is sculpted as a classic V-shape typical of bodybuilders with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Ty values his leanness. Thus, his standout feature is his six-pack which studs his torso like a set of vacuum-sealed bricks. As a Labrador/Golden Retriever, he has round droopy ears that fall to the sides of his head close to his eyes. His body is also covered with long wavy gold fur, though he keeps it short enough to allow his musculature to show.
Personality: Tyson's spirit is as beautiful as his physique, always beaming a smile to those he passed at the gym. Tyson exudes a confidence level with his body; his usual workout outfit is always without a shirt; his alternative outfit is a V-necked stringer tank top that does not leave much to the imagination. Usually, Ty always goes up to those he has business with, whether they attract his curiosity or his ire. He usually is chatting up a storm in the former case, joking around to keep the conversation light and easy to flow. However, if you are caught picking on someone unable to defend themselves, you should run. Ty has been known to pack a punch, breaking off the door of a locker with a single punch. As a wrestler, he knows his way around taking down a person, and if you have been terrible, you'll probably be the victim of his signature finishing move: a one-way trip down his throat. Ty is a big advocate for prey rights, believing that they should have the right to achieve their goals regardless of size or species. As a personal trainer, he advocates working towards his clients' fitness/body goals (often species that are commonly eaten at the gym.)

All this, however, hides a more damaged side to Tyson. A victim of body dysmorphia and bulimia, he is very particular about his physique. The slightest ounce of fat can throw off his day, causing him to reschedule his plans to work it off. Tyson follows a strict diet that often leaves him feeling unfulfilled culinarily. He often has cravings that he tries to resist but usually fail miserably. Ty is more likely to binge with friends than alone. He often plays off how much he has eaten, even if the results are obviously excessive. During meals, he usually is conflicted; his stomach always motivates him to eat more while his mind is telling him to restrict. When Ty's belly is bloating out, he becomes much shyer to attention. When he really overeats, Ty ends up feeling like he needs to throw it all back up to maintain his looks.

An extension of this behavior can be seen in his alter ego, Tyranny. Donned in nothing but a ragged pair of denim pants, suspenders, and a grinning mask and goggles to obscure his face; Tyranny ravages the stages of bars, clubs, and the occasional stand-alone concert with his metal ballads. Tyranny acts as Ty's outlet for his scarring younger years; his songs typically are popular with predators due to their running themes of hunger and domination. His other alter ego is an older version of himself in a stereotypical coach outfit. This figure is not expressed outwardly like Tyranny. Instead, Coach Ty appears as a figment of Ty's imagination in times when Ty must exert himself beyond his usual limits. He had appeared to Ty when he needed to gulp down 4 gallons of shake on top of a highly filled stomach as part of an impromptu bulking dinner with friends and when he needs to gulp down enormous prey.

Likes: Meat, Rock Music, Wrestling, Being Active, Prey Right, Eating
Dislikes: Negative Attention, Getting Fat, Bullying, Tight Spaces,

Eater Profile:
Normally, Ty will try to resist greasy, fatty foods to keep up his physique. His usual diet consists of lean cuts of meat, steamed vegetables, and loads of complex carbs. On regular days, he maintains a strict well-structured meal plan that defines when he eats and how much. His friends, though they know how hungry the poor lab can get, there was one incident where he was working out with a husky, and the husky commented on Ty's growling belly. Instinctively, he grabbed the husky's dumbbell and gulped it down to fill that empty space without the calories. Some have even tried tempting him, bringing out fresh burgers from fast food places they know he drools over while passing the gym just to lure him out of his routine. Ty usually keeps distractions that prevent him from entirely falling into his cravings; his signature tools are clothespins and stress balls that he swallows down to keep his stomach satisfied.
Once he has fallen into his cravings, though, he is essentially an eating machine. With single-minded focus, Ty practically dumps all the food laid before him down his throat, clearing the table in record time. Despite the display, Ty rarely belches to relieve any swallowed gas (or not at all out of courtesy). Combined with his tight core muscles, Ty's belly often sticks out more than droops due to how taut his belly can be after meals. It is not uncommon to see Ty leaving a restaurant with an ab-lined balloon sticking in front of him. On occasion, this "eating mode" has also been used to override his cardinal rule of only eating people who bully others. In these situations, his prey may have traces of food that Ty is craving, making his hunger instincts run wild.
Ty's high stomach capacity makes him able to gulp down larger prey. No one is quite sure what his maximum is since he usually gulps down predators in front of other gym-goers to set an example of what not to do. In these displays, Ty makes no hint of his nausea at all, despite the ferocious fighting that may occur. He may occasionally swallow down things to disrupt his prey further or allow others to pet his blown-out stomach just to humiliate those he swallowed down (though his belly is extra sensitive when swollen). However, Ty always makes a point of releasing his prey after finishing his workout or when they seemed to have calmed down (whichever occurs first). He often is enraged when anyone accuses him of digesting those he eats.

History:
Ty was not handed the best hand in life. Ty was born the runt of the litter in a family plagued with poverty and abuse. Ty was constantly seen as more of a burden than a member of his family. Both his parents worked long hours leaving young Ty alone with his very domineering brothers to keep the family afloat. Both larger siblings had a voracious appetite that needed to be filled. At night they snuck out prowling the neighborhood, waiting to jump some random passerby on the street to gulp down to their stomachs. Ty and his brothers shared a room. Thus Ty could hear the brothers coming and going through their window as he drifted to sleep. In the morning, Ty noticed his brothers always looked a bit bigger than they did the previous night, but perhaps it was the malnutrition messing with his head.

Ty's parents were unaware primarily of his siblings' "nighttime snacks," mostly grateful that at least 2/3rds of the hungry mouths they must feed were satisfied with the minimal groceries they could muster.
Ty's brothers constantly picked on the runt, making him do the chores assigned to them or risk being put inside one of his brother's stomachs. To defend himself, Ty began to follow FFE, Furry Fighting Entertainment, particularly their wrestlers. During the rare times he had the TV to himself, Ty watched as the costumed fighters grappled and body-slammed their challenges away. Occasionally he would try some of the moves he saw on the TV on his brothers, earning him a "time out." Each failed attempt further decayed Ty's self-esteem as he stared down at this slight chubby build, wondering how he could ever overcome his brothers, sprouting the seeds to his body dysmorphia. Eventually, he learned that the best way to live with his situation was to try to joke it away. Around his parents, he often downplayed the harms his brothers did and made light of the issues his parents suffered enough to elicit a weary smile. This helped develop his charming personality.

Ty managed to tolerate his horrible treatment until high school. By then, puberty was in full swing, allowing him to grow taller than his brothers and reveal his mesomorphic build that was the foundation for his later physique. While in school, Ty developed himself physically, mentally, and socially. He joined the high school wrestling team and became a star wrestler; he was one of the top students in his class; with his charm, he was one of the most popular students. So much so, he has become the love interest of many female classmates. During his first date, Ty chose to spend the evening with a female fox who happened to be the star cheerleader. In his anxiety, Ty forgot to eat before the event, and his stomach was left growling. During their movie, Ty tried eating as much popcorn as possible, but his stomach required more sustenance. Despite the hunger, Ty inadvertently managed to charm the fox into kissing him, but Ty resisted. Thinking Ty was coy, she decided to go in for the kiss in the middle of Ty's talking, causing her head to fall into Ty's mouth. The innate predatory instincts Ty possessed kicked into action, gulping down the cheerleader bit by bit. Soon, only her feet stuck out from his mouth. At one point, a fellow moviegoer seated in the same row returned from using the restroom and saw Ty mid-meal; their panicked yelling disrupted the movie and Ty's feverish cramming. Once released, the entire theater was watching Ty remove his date from his stomach and have said date threatens to report him for predatory assault if he ever tries to go for her again. Ty left the theater completely ashamed, trying to process what happened to him. A well-meaning male stranger approached Ty after the incident, explained the predator, prey, and vore concepts, and invited Ty to see a different movie. Although things remained platonic between the two afterward, the encounter did awaken his bisexuality.

The cheerleader, meanwhile, did not keep the incident private. The next day the whole school talked about Ty, the "extra wet kisser." Most of the students playfully jested Ty for this. Some athletes who were known predators even gave Ty a pat on the back for demonstrating his skill. All this attention was not received positively by Ty. Word eventually reached Ty's wrestling coach, who called him to his office that same day. To Ty's surprise, instead of being irate, the older golden retriever simply smirked at Ty and asked if he wanted to advance his wrestling further. Due to a technicality, wrestlers can gulp down their opponents if they can regurgitate them in less than a minute. Initially appalled by the idea, Ty's coach taught Ty the proper technique for safely swallowing down a person and trained him to regurgitate his prey within the legal times. These sessions developed habits for Ty's predatory practices; whenever he gulps down a person, he often uses a timer to see how quickly he can devour them. Eventually, Ty grew comfortable using the technique from a practical standpoint, but ethically, he was still on the fence on its merits.

Several tragedies occurred in Ty's high school years that left more scars on his psyche. A tragic car accident killed both his parents in Ty's junior year, leaving him and his brothers at the mercy of the foster system. Many of his relatives refused to take on the three boys or were deemed unreliable for care. The last relative that could act as their guardians only took his two brothers, leaving Ty to hope between houses until he turned 18 and graduated high school. Ty's wrestling abilities awarded him a full-ride scholarship to the university of his dreams to study kinesiology. While there, Ty was allowed to develop himself fully. Ty had many male and female partners. However, his experience in foster care left him unable to commit to one person, leaving a trail of heartbreak in his wake. Ty began attending rallies for prey rights hosted by Right To Live (RTL), disgusted by his frat bros committing predatory practices. These rallies often clashed with predatory frats that dominated the school. In one apparent altercation, the head of a prominent "voreternity" lifted the scrawnier Right To Live (RTL) leader up to his maw. Acting on instinct, Ty tackled the head frat bro down and wrestled him.

The two combatants were well matched, Ty had his techniques, but the bro was much stronger than him. Ty ended the stalemate using his signature finisher taught to him in high school, sending the brother down to his belly. The spectacle struck fear to many of the pred fraternities and ignited the conversations for prey rights. This incident also taught Ty how to use vore to teach hard-headed predators the need for prey rights. Finally, Ty developed his metal alter ego, Tyranny, during this period. Initially practicing in his dorm, encouragement by his friends convinced him to try performing at the student center during talent events. Many prey groups found Tyranny's lyrics on domination and "the hunt" offensive in a twist of events, while many preds enjoyed the music. Conflicted by this, Ty decided to keep this part of him masked away to minimize the risk that he would be called a hypocrite. Graduating with his bachelor's in kinesiology, Ty is currently a personal trainer specialized in prey species and swimsuit models. Occasionally Ty does perform as Tyranny at venues around town. While outside, Ty seems like he has his life together; he is still haunted by his past traumas.

Usually I’m not a fan of other people’s milestones but I can see the appeal. Looking back, its crazy how much attention my two OC’s have gotten in just two months. Granted I know a lot more people are into my grumpy chonky gym dog Hund, but I know there are some Tanu fans out there too. I also know that there are people who enjoy seeing them together which gives me the biggest smile whenever I get noted about it.

Thanks to everyone who’ve joined me on this ride! I’ll continue collecting pieces to visualize the lives of my powerlifting power-eating power couple, and maybe posts some stand alone stories about how Hund maintains that belly on a day to day basis. I do want to give a special shout out to  Neltas who revealed to me my innate writing abilities and to  WhiteIronWolfBuck who relishes in my love of vore in the gym at a level that rivals my own.

Name: Tanu
Species: Racoon
Age: 26
Occupation: Bartender at the Bent Tail
Height: 6’ 0”
Weight: 185lbs
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Appearance:
Tanu has the build of a female powerlifter. She is more muscular than is typical of female raccoons, with bulky well-defined arms and a thick strong core that gives her torso a rectangular shape. Despite these masculine traits, Tanu still maintains her femininity with her wide hips, curvaceous bottom, and ample chest that rivals her boyfriend Hund. While most of her fur matches a typical racoon pattern and coloring (grey, white, and black), her hair is highlighted with tones of her eye color: blue. She tends to keep her hair in a messy ponytail. Tanu’s other distinct fur feature are 2 black bands that wrap around her arms.

Personality:
As part of her job as a barkeep, she is affable, boisterous, and knows how to have fun. Tanu knows her body well and uses it to get her point across. She welcomes the real obvious gawkers of her physique a nice intimate hug, getting them up close to her chest. She lovingly nicknamed her chest her “moneybags” because most guests tip her well after she does this. She is not promiscuous though; part of the reason why she took on a position at the Bent Tail is to remain close to Hund. She knows how to push away customers as well as she can reel them in. Tanu's temper is much shorter than Hund's; she does not like taking crap from customers who do not know boundaries. There have been nights where furniture needed to be replaced after Tanu knocked around a couple of the guests.

While Hund is more brawn with some brain; Tanu is brain with some brawn. Usually, she is creating situations to get Hund to do what she wants (nothing too malicious though). On occasions she has set the Hund’s calorie tracker thousands of calories his usual daily intake to get him to overeat. Sometimes her tricks do backfire when in that same instance, Hund realize that the calorie goal was for Tanu as well and made her overeat to reach that mark. This is to say that Tanu is the mischievous troublemaker who keeps the relationship interesting.

While she does have a thing for bellies, her goals are to help Hund with his body dysmorphia. Tanu has a similar experience with not being pleased with her own fur but unlike Hund found a way to accept whatever form her body may be. These situations of making Hund overeat are usually followed by some euphoric belly rubs and encouragement to appreciate the moment. Tanu is usually the shoulder that Hund falls back on when he wants to be personal and expose what is under his stony façade.

Extra bit of history:
Hund and Tanu share a history of body insecurity. While Hund’s appearance attracted negative attention, Tanu’s attention attracted overly positive attention. In her college years, Tanu was much more petite though her female characteristics remained the same. While in school, she caught the attention of a lot of boys (and some girls) eyes. During her freshman year of college, she joined a sorority, hooked up with a bro at a party hosted by his fraternity, and she maintained a relationship with him for a year. During that year, she went through all the pages of the Kama Sutra, their relationship was sustained by sex. While Tanu had always enjoyed the attention, she got for her appearance, she had a growing suspicion that most people only consider her for it. This came to a head one night, near her relationship’s one-year anniversary. After bombing an exam, Tanu returned home distraught. Instead of providing emotional support. Her boyfriend, noting that it was their anniversary, wanted to mark the occasion by trying some new sex positions. After rebuffing her boyfriend’s attempts to satisfy his desires, Tanu wanted to end the day. Her boyfriend did get to try his new moves, not with Tanu though. Shortly after the incident occurred, Tanu discovered her boyfriend’s infidelity that night, she broke off that relationship.

Her remaining years in school was filled with attempts to determine what a loving relationship was supposed to look. She tried hooking up with other guys, which led to more brushes with sexual assault. After one particularly traumatic incident, Tanu wished to try ridding herself of this body that seemed to keep her from finding true love while also better learning to defend herself. She originally took up MMA to learn skills to defend herself. When this practical hobby developed into something, she had a passion for, she decided to take up powerlifting to develop her strength while also maintaining an agile physique. While at the gym, she did develop intimate and platonic relationships with some female athletes training there at the time. From this period of her life, Tanu developed herself physically and mentally enough to overcome the traumas of her past.

Likes: MMA, Powerlifting, Subaru, Microbreweries, Paramore’s “Still into You”, Disney Movies, Lulu Lemon, Boba Tea (and the Hand’s Free Boba Tea Challenge), Competitive Eating, Outbelching her boyfriend
Dislikes: Fraternities, Restrictive Clothing, Kids (young goats that is, she is fine with puppies), People who try to get handsy with her without her permission, being called a “trash panda”

Eater Profile:
In contrast to Huld, Tanu is very enthusiastic about the eating. Tanu has a naturally higher metabolism that defined her frame as petite. During her initial stages of training, she hit a plateau with her strength. Her coach suggested that she increase her food intake. Gradually, both her strength and appetite grew. In her head, more food = more strength, which created a feedback loop where she will try to eat the most she can at every meal because it means she can get stronger later.

While she may not be the same size as Hund, she applies what she learned from MMA to every eating competition she has with him. That is, she learned and developed techniques for making space in her stomach so that she can eat more. One of these techniques is the art of belching. She knows how to maximize the volume of her belches because it frees up room in her belly.

The only type of vore Tanu will do is micro-vore. Like Hund, she takes some responsibility at maintaining order. If the problem is small enough and Hund has his hands (or belly) full then she will take one for the team. The bar has a stock of shrinking potion that Tanu can spike her drinks with if she thinks a patron needs some time off. Tanu is very ticklish, which means any kicks and punches along her belly lining will cause her to burst into laughter. She does like messing with prey by flooding her belly with food or drinks. Unlike Hund, it takes her a lot of alcohol for her to get drunk, so the risk of her being too intoxicated to do her job is low. Like Hund, she is also does not believe in killing her prey and usually will belch them out in a random back alley after a few hours.

Name: Hund
Species: Siberian-Husky/Golden Retriever Mix (aka Goberian)
Age: 30
Occupation: Bouncer at The Bent Tail (Gastropub)
Height: 7’ 6”
Weight: 350lbs
Sexual Orientation: Straight

Appearance: Hund is can best be described as the 2T combo: tuft and tough. Behind his fluffy exterior, Hund has musculature that rivals any bodybuilder. The main exception is at his torso, where his round belly and smooth chest disguise the firm muscles underneath. As a Goberian, Hund resembles a husky in all but color. Unlike the usual grays of a husky, Hund’s fur is predominantly gold with tannish browns scatter all throughout his body. Most notably, Hund has two patches that cover his eyes making him look like Zuko from the Last Airbender. At his belly button, Hund has a patch that outlines his belly button.


Personality: Hund does not make friends easily. Part of it may be because of his appearance. Another part may be his history. When he was younger, he was quite the chubby fluffball. He used to be called “Toasty” by his family because he looked like a toasted marshmallow. Hund grew up in a rural are up north, where the most common breed was the Siberian husky. Skirting outside the usual appearance of a husky though, he was often made fun of as a young pup because of his odd colorations especially around his eyes and belly button. Other dogs would gang up on him and try aggressively scrub the “dirt” off his fur because he looked dirty. Over time, he has taken on the stance that if he cannot be loved, he might as well be feared. This drive both fortified Hund physically and mentally. Nowadays, Hund can silence insults at him with a sharp glare. Hund does not get physical with others but there are 2 cases where he breaks that rule (and you better run if you fall under either): 1) If you end up landing a hit on him 2) If he sees you harassing someone else. Because of his history with bullying, he is very keen on intervening when it seems like a little guy whether it be during his job or on the street. Despite his loner persona, he does have one person who essentially is his better half: his girlfriend Tanu. Deep down, Hund does wish he can connect to someone and revert carefree “Toasty”; over the years he has learned that maintaining a hard edge can be exhausting though he may not be ready to openly admit it. Fortunately, Tanu is teaching him how to soften up. While Hund has moments of brain, he is usually brawn. He can be oblivious to visual/verbal signs, whether they be nonphysical such as in conversations, or physical, such as road signs or the calorie tracker on his phone. He is also gullible, allowing Tanu to trick him into doing things he normally would not, and habitually forgetful meaning that he usually falls for the same tricks over and over. In general, he tends to portray a grumpy cold persona and public but softens up in the company of the few friends he has.

Likes: Smores (the toasted marshmallows gives him good memories), Curly Fries, Chugging Kegs of Beer, Belly rubs, Strength, Being called a Good Boy, Tanu, Puppies (especially huskies), Weightlifting, Head Pats, Nose Boops, Snow, Hundies (blondie bars with caramel/chocolate drizzle)
Dislikes: Seeing others being bullied, Being in the company of strangers, Physical Affection, Loud Noises, Overzealous Foodies, Heat

Eater Profile:
Despite his savage appearance, Hund is a well-trained boy. He typically prefers his meals not moving. During his breaks/off periods he serves as the pub’s garbage disposal consuming orders that customers rejected and any leftover food at the end of a shift. Starting off as a small fluffball, Hund took on the rules of dirty bulky to heart: eat big to get big. While he may have been desensitized to attacks on his fur color, his size is still something that can trigger him. In any other setting, calling Hund “small” or pointing out the pudginess of his middle gets you real close to really setting Hund off. You may think that a guy as big as Hund enjoys eating but to him, eating is not ecstasy. Hund sees it either as part of his bulking routine to maintain his size, as a job, or as a challenge/feat demonstrate his strength. Hund normally does not get “overstuffed”, his immense appetite is a combination of natural talent and diligent training as part of his bulking routine.

Hund finds physical affection uncommon after his rough history with physical contact. The only person who can even get close to Hund’s middle on a regular basis is Tanu, who always likes to poke the “bullseye” that is Hund’s belly button. When Hund needs relief due to stomach pains, he will allow others to rub his belly. When Hund is full, his belly really does blow up, though it is difficult to tell exactly how large. (He never allows even Tanu to try measure with a measuring tape). After a big meal, he usually tries to maintain his tough guy face to suggest he is not affected, but the gurgles and small belches to relieve pressure break the façade. He rarely enjoys burping on his own as it reminds him how big/bloated his belly is at the time but does go all in when he is challenged (like in a burping contest), or for practical reasons (he needs to relieve some pressure so he asks someone to relieve press on his stomach). Because of his hesitancy to burp, he does not burp often but when he does, they usually are as monstrous as him.

The only time Hund will overstuffed is if Tanu gets involved. She often plays on Hund’s natural obliviousness , playing tricks such as adding thousands of extra calories on their shared meal plan app to get him to eat more. She also can trick Hund into overeating by suggesting that increased capacity can help him at work or his bulking. In some cases, she even plays on Hund's natural sense of dominance by questioning his ability to eat, triggering him to prove her wrong

While on the job, his appetite sometimes plays a role in his job. He has a reputation for his “unique” way of escorting problem guests to the pub. Whether it be a slippery character faking credentials to get in or a flat-out brawl, Hund’s size allows him to pluck the person off the ground and send them straight to the “VIM” Suite, (Very Important Meals). Hund can 2 smaller patrons or 1 above average sized patron in his belly during a shift with minimal effort. If he tries to push his limit (i.e., 3 smaller patrons), he has difficulty moving and usually must take a breather in the back room to let his stomach settle. Hund knows how to swallow and eject air out of his belly to knock out prey or keep them alive. Typically, Hund keeps a trouble patron in his belly for the duration of his shift and then releases them in some random alley on his way home. Hund does not do fatal vore both for moral and practical reasons. Hund also has a swallow reflex that causes him to swallow things involuntarily. This has caused him to swallow people/objects into his mouth that fall in there by accident. Hund is a pred who doesn't want to kill his prey, he only wants to give the impression he could to prove his points. He gets very remorseful when he accidentally digests his prey.

History:
When Hund was younger, he served in the military, with the goal to get stronger and to follow the example set by his father (a husky), and his brothers. A lot of Hund's physical development occured during this time; he got very good at hand to hand combat and was fond of wrestling. While he never was deployed in combat, he did developed a strong brotherhood with the other recruits. In his division, there was one recruit who was eating off the weaker recruits in their group; when this recruit ate one of Hund's closest friends Hund retaliated by eating him in the quiet of night. Because of the size of the meal, and his slower metabolism, his meal was still alive the next morning. His commanding officers immediately knew what happened despite Hund's attempts to cover it up and was dishonorably discharged. Surprisingly Hund's major infraction was not eating his fellow recruit; vore is an accepted (and in some circles desireable), though rarely observed activity in Hund's world. When offered the chance to be promoted if he killed off this recruit Hund refused, taking this as an act of insubordination, his commanding officer charged him for his initial dishonesty and refusal to follow orders, causing him to leave the military; Hund's skills from the military would make him fit well in any position that required physical enforcement; however his noted dishonesty disqualified him from law enforcement. With limited options, Hund even tried to find employment in seedier areas of society. With Hund's experience with vore, he seemed like excellent hired muscle in a gang. However, Hund maintained his refusal to kill when he does eat others, which left many loose ends during heists. Hund eventually applied to the Bent Tail as a bouncer; his ability to vore patrons and his restraint at keeping them alive was what landed him the job.