Every predator's dream -- a never-ending supply of magically regenerating, clawless, hoofless furless, hornless, wonderfully easy to digest packets of protein that even beg and whimper for your amusement while you are eating them. Not sure where the organic matter necessary to reconstruct that body over and over again is coming from, but as long as the magic holds, Mort may never have to hunt again -- unless, of course, he gets tired of 'boy meat' and want to eats something different once in awhile.

This indeed.

♥

One VERY simple way to warm you up, Noah...

And no. It's not a jacket made of Mort's shedded fur. No, it's not fire produced by the literal fire demon either. Okay so there are a lot of simple ways you could get warm in these circumstances but we're going with the one where you may as well put up wallpaper in Mort's stomach 'cause that's where you live now!

I wonder what sort of posters he'd put up... :3c

"Hang in there baby" cat poster with Mort beneath the clothesline.

Given the realistic look and function of Mort's stomach from past "internal view" artwork, plus the fast and efficient digestion time of mammalian carnivores, I doubt Noah would be thinking about posters and other things to make his very warm, (probably uncomfortably hot!), but very temporary "home" more livable, considering he will be churned into a near simmering stew of disintegrating bones and protein-rich chyme in a matter of hours like so many times before.

Poor Noah
A life of endless bullying and numerous ways of being killed, eaten, and digested are in store for him

For the time being!

I wonder if Mort actually knows where all of the organic matter that comprises Noah after each time he is digested is actually coming from? If it is magically drawn back out of Mort, then he is getting no nutritional value from eating him. If he is eating nothing but regenerated versions of Noah now, and starts losing weight, he may realize that he is just "worthless junk food" and save for the fun of tormenting him again and again, there is no point taxing his digestive system with something that is pointless to eat, as 100 lbs of latex gloves, if everything of value that his body takes from Noah seems to magically leech out of his body to reconstitute the "new" Noah. Or maybe each time Noah is respawned, some innocent human bystander in some other part of the world about the same size and weight of Noah, just vanishes into the void to materialize into the organic matter needed to make his body whole again, which is then reanimated with Noah's original soul. Except for the ones involving cloning, none of the "safe vore" stories and art involving resurrections/respawning really make no sense without a plausible explanation of how those new bodies are recreated, if not taken back from the predator that consumed them, which make it pointless to eat them in the first place.