Who's Hungry?

“I’m just worried,” A.sgore says over the phone. “It’s not like A.zzy to just disappear like this! I know that we live in a safe town and all but...”

“I get it, but the kid can take care of himself,” R.udy replies with a smile. His free hand is gently rubbing along his stomach while the other keeps his phone to his ear. “He’s gotten that taste of independence since he went to college. I’m sure he’s fine.”

“But he’s not answering his phone,” A.sgore says. “And his car is still here. But he’s not at his mother’s, and no one I’ve talked to has seen him at all!”

“Hm...” R.udy looks down at his stomach, patting it gently. “...why don’t I come by your shop and the two of us can look around together? There’s nowhere in town he can hide that we don’t know about.”

“Huh? Are you sure? You know you should be resting, R.udy!”

“Oh, don’t worry about me. I’m feeling pretty good today! Besides, we can drive around in your truck so you don’t have to worry about it.”

“Well...okay...” A.sgore sighs softly. “Thank you, then. I’ll be waiting at the shop.” And he hangs up.

R.udy chuckles to himself and sets his phone down. He gets out of bed and stretches, making his gut slosh and wobble as he does. A soft “Uwwwwooorrrp!” slips out of him and he smacks his lips. “Geez, kid, still making a fuss?” He presses a hand into his rounded stomach, squishing the prominent bulge being made by A.sriel’s skull.

It had been an accident...at first. It was late and dark and R.udy had been starving. The hospital food wasn’t very filling and his body was demanding to be fed! So every so often, he’d slip out of his room and just...hunt down a nice meal to enjoy. He tends to be a bit careful about it, picking off someone who happens to be visiting or is new enough to town that their sudden disappearance won’t cause much of a fuss. But last night...

R.udy didn’t know A.sriel was back in town. He’d been wearing some new clothes and had gotten a little bigger since the last time R.udy had seen him. He didn’t recognize the kid from behind at all, especially in the dark. So when he lunged, he’d quickly stuffed the kid’s head into his maw and devoured him. No one had heard the muffled yelling or the wet, sloppy gulps that came from the dark alleyway A.sriel had been pulled into. And no one had seen the stuffed R.udy stumble out and waddle back to the hospital.

Of course, by the time he’d gotten into bed and settled down with his full stomach, R.udy had realized exactly who he’d eaten. A.sriel squirmed and begged and cried, and R.udy had felt a little bad hearing the kid’s muffled terror. But he also knew he couldn’t cough A.sriel up without being found out. Even if A.sriel was going to go back to college, he knew word of things spread fast in small towns like this, and he didn’t need this particular rumor getting out.

He’d at least thought about telling the poor kid whose stomach he was currently churning in...buuut once the first crunches of A.sriel’s body being mulched down started up and he began screaming hysterically, R.udy decided to just ride it out like he always did instead. He’s not really sure when the kid died, but he slept like a log all night and through the morning. A.sgore’s call had woken him up, and he got to survey the damage while the fretting father filled him in on what was going on.

His gut is much rounder and smaller than it had been when he fell asleep. A few bones still stretch it out, including the skull, but throwing on a sweater hides it well enough. It sloshes with every move R.udy makes and is still burbling and churning noisily. But he’s not too worried about that. He just needs to last long enough to get to the flower shop.

R.udy keeps a hand resting on his stomach as he leaves his room to sign out of the hospital for the day. He doesn’t want it sloshing too much if he can help it. Digesting big meals like this always gives him a great boost, so he knows he has enough energy to get to A.sgore’s shop and do what he has to. He can’t get the goat stirring people up about A.sriel, so R.udy has little choice in the matter. And to be honest...he has always thought all that goat meat was just begging to be swallowed down. He got a taste with A.sgore’s son last night but he’s excited for the real deal.

The walk down the road is quick and easy. R.udy remains casual, smiling calmly and greeting the occasional passerby. When he does get to the shop, he sees that the closed sign is on the front door. Not like A.sgore saw customers anyway...he knew there’d be no interruptions.

A bell jingles as R.udy walks inside. “Hey, F.luffybuns, I’m here!” he calls out.

“Oh!’ A.sgore’s voice comes from somewhere in the back and he quickly enters the main floor. “Golly, R.udy, you got here faster than I thought! How are you feeling?”

R.udy smiles and walks over. “Like I said, I’m feeling great! Maybe a little peckish...” His guts churn wetly and he rubs over them. “Speaking of which, I think I know where A.sriel went.”

A.sgore perks up. “R-Really? Did you see him on the way here? Is he alright?”

“I’ll tell you in a minute but first you really need to calm down. You mind putting on some tea? I could really use it right now.”

“Um...right, of course!” A.sgore smiles and nods, turning around to guide R.udy into the back of the shop where the living quarters were. He starts fumbling with his sad excuse of a kitchen, getting a kettle set up on a portable heater.

R.udy watches as A.sgore gets things set up, licking his lips slowly. His guts gurgling messily, pumping a bit of slurry along as it processes more of A.sriel. Soon he’ll be having his second course...but with all that goat to send down, it’d be nice to have something to wash him down with.

Soon, A.sgore has two cups of tea ready. He sits down on the edge of his bed and pats the empty space next to him for R.udy. He takes an obligatory sip of his tea before setting it aside. “So, where did you see A.sriel?” A.sgore asks.

“I bumped into him last night while getting a snack,” R.udy explains, gently patting his stomach. He’s subtly moving in closer to A.sgore, their shoulders gently bumping together.

“Last night..?”A.sgore leans in more as well, looking concerned. “Did he say what he was doing? Or where he was going? Anything?”

“You know, I didn’t catch much from him,” R.udy admits. “But I do know where he went. You want me to show you?” He reaches his arm up.

A.sgore nods quickly. “Yes, of course! If you could show me, that’d be great!”

“Alright, you asked for it!” R.udy snickers and grabs A.sgore’s tightly by the horn. He opens wide and jerks down hard on the goat, a startled bleat escaping A.sgore just before his face is crammed into R.udy’s drooling maw.

A.sgore’s entire body stiffen in surprise, a muffled noise escaping him as R.udy’s tongue slathers his face. Definitely taster than his boy, R.udy thinks. He starts gulping wetly, working on cramming A.sgore in as much as he can. He wants to get him down before he starts fighting back, and there’s enough of him that R.udy knows he won’t miss out on any flavor.

It takes some work to wedge his jaws over A.sgore’s broad shoulders, but once he manages that, it’s not too difficult. A.sgore’s squirming uneasily, mostly from confusion more than anything. It gives R.udy a bit of time to enjoy the goat’s pecs as he pushes down over them, leaning in to keep his weight on A.sgore while he eats. It’s not until he’s starting to get to A.sgore’s impressive stomach, and the goat’s head properly enters his own, that a muffled scream comes from his middle and A.sgore begins properly squirming.

R.udy grins around his meal. Guess he found A.sriel, he thinks to himself. By now, he’s practically straddling A.sgore’s lap, the goat’s arms pinned down by his jaws sliding over him. The goat’s legs kick around uselessly, unable to find any kind of purchase as R.udy gulps and slurps over his middle.

Once he’s gotten down to A.sgore’s waist, R.udy switches their position. He sits back, leaning with his hands as he tosses his head back.A.sgore’s legs kick wildly in the air as his hips and ass are swallowed up in two wet gulps. Then his legs are steadily slurped down, making his form slide deeper and deeper.

R.udy’s gut bulges out in his lap as A.sgore fills it out. His face and paws press out as he screams and struggles. His legs kick until they can’t, held down by R.udy’s gullet. His feet are kicking around until the very last second where R.udy sucks them down his gullet with a final, wet swallow.

“BWWWWWOOOOOOOUUUUUURRRRRRPPPPPP!!!”

A wet belch bubbles out of R.udy as the last of A.sgore slips into his stomach. His gut bulges and rocks with A.sgore’s wild thrashing, making the whole thing slosh noisily. R.udy smacks his lips and looks at his gut with satisfaction. “What’s wrong, F.luffybuns? You were so worried about the kid, I thought you’d be happy to see him! He’s got a big grin, doesn’t he?” A muffled scream and some more wild thrashing is all R.udy gets in response.

“If it helps, I didn’t mean to eat him!” R.udy goes on, starting to relax and settle in. He picks up his mug of tea and takes a big swig of it. He can feel A.sgore jolt and bleat as it splashes down on him. “Aaah...I just didn’t recognize him. But I guess I did digest the poor kid on purpose...and then his dad is starting to raise a fuss the next day? Can’t have that on my conscience, so I figured I'd reunite you both. No hard feelings, right?”

Another muffled scream comes from A.sgore. R.udy can vaguely make out the usual stuff. “Please let me out!” “I don’t want to die!” “Don’t digest me!” “Someone help!” He’s heard it all before from the meals he’s had. Though there is something tantalizing about heating it from a longtime friend.

R.udy smiles and drinks some more of his tea as he relaxes. His guts churn and burble harshly, working over A.sgore. He really does pair well with this tea...

Over time, A.sgore breaks down. R.udy’s gut clenches and squeezes over him, compacting him into a ball and helping to soften him up with the boiling acids. Crunches and pops and snaps occasionally come from his stomach, always followed by a panicked shriek. R.udy’s stomach only ever gets smaller, compacting A.sgore down further and breaking him more to do so.

A.sgore’s desperate begging ends up lost on deaf ears, though. After finishing both of their mugs of tea,R.udy had laid down on the mattress and fell right asleep. A.sgore never noticed, lost in his own agonizing digestion and begging for mercy from his friend who was peacefully sleeping. After a few hours, R.udy’s gut shrinks down several inches with a loud, wet cracking sound. A.sgore makes a strangled noise that trails off and he finally goes slack.

R.udy’s guts continue to reduce as time goes on, pumping away a thick slurry of melted goat meat that adds some new heft to his figure. His gut takes on a lot of the weight, too big to fully fit under his sweater, but his entire body gets a little thicker in the end. The nurses are going to have questions about that...but it’s a problem for later. THe current problem is the way R.udy’s guts groan and rumble, a building pressure begging for release.

When R.udy does finally come to, it’s nearly dark out, the setting sun just barely illuminating the shop as he yawns. He winces as his guts whine demandingly and rubs over them gently. “I hear ya, don’t worry...” Clamoring to his feet, R.udy scratches his gut and sleepily shuffles to a corner of the room. Normally, he has to hide the piles he makes in dumpsters or out in the woods. But A.sgore’s shop has exactly what he needs to do the deed here.

Grabbing an empty burlap sack from a stack, R.udy drops his pants and squats down while awkwardly holding it open under him. He grunts and strains as he begins to push. It takes a moment before a thick log of crap crowns out of him and begins to slop into the bag, but once the flow gets started, it remains smooth.

A.sriel makes up most of the shit for now, stained white fur and bones dotting the brown muck. He fills up an entire bag and a fourth of a second, his skull one of the last things R.udy squeezes out. But it’s not the end as the flow of dung continues, marked by the same evidence of prey but for a different person.

A.sgore has bigger bones and made for a denser shit that R.udy has to work harder to squeeze free. He quickly fills the second bag...and then a third...and then a fourth...and about half of a fifth when the awkward shape of the older goat’s skull squeezes its way out. Those larger horns get R.udy to whine slightly as he’s forcing it free, but in the end, he’s able to push it out along with a few final logs of shit.

With a sigh of relief at feeling the mess end, R.udy ties off the bag and leaves it in a pile with the others. The sacks don’t look any different than the rest of A.sgore’s fertilizer, though it may be a bit lumpier. He doubts anyone will find it strange enough to dare open them and investigate, though.

R.udy stands up again, pulling his pants back up with another pleased sigh. “Thanks for having me over, F.luffybuns! I hope you and the kid enjoy the rest of your time together. I’ve gotta get going, but maybe I’ll see you later! In a flower patch or something...” R.udy chuckles to himself as he heads out of the store, careful to make sure no one sees him leaving.

Rascal grumbles a bit and cracks his eyes open as he’s stirred away. He’s really warm...it’s enough that it’s made him wake up. He rubs his face a bit, finding it a little damp from...sweat? Hot air blows in his face, making him grumble again and turn his head to look at the source.

As his eyes adjust to the darkness of his room, Rascal finds himself staring into something even darker--a wide, gaping maw. Sharp teeth line the edges and a thick tongue hangs out, twitching occasionally and almost certainly being the reason his face was damp. Or maybe it was condensation from the incredibly hot breath huffing in his face.

The sight isn’t at all shocking to Rascal, though. It’s just G.uilmon--his D.igimon partner, who had appeared some time ago and was now leading a rather lazy life with Rascal. He was sprawled out in bed next to the raccoon, sleeping peacefully with his wide muzzle open. The heat of his breath puffing in Rascal’s face had merely been enough to disturb the raccoon’s sleep.

Rascal sighs softly and lays his head down again, yawning softly. He wanted to just get back to sleep, but G.uilmon’s constant snoring in his face was making it hard to. He grumbles and reaches out to push on G.uilmon’s nose to try to turn his head away...but his hand slips almost immediately and instead plunges directly into the D.igimon’s gullet.

GLLLRK!

The sensation of being elbow deep in G.uilmon’s maw makes Rascal shudder. It’d be fine if he had just put his hand in the D.igimon’s mouth by accident, but he was wrist deep in G.uilmon’s gullet. He could feel the walls squeeze around his hand. The tries to pull it back out, but that just makes G.uilmon’s muzzle firmly clamp shut over his arm instead. A pleased hum comes from G.uilmon as he sucks on the raccoon’s arm in his sleep, a smile appearing on his muzzle and his tail beginning to thump against the bed.

“G.uilmon..?” Rascal asks in a soft voice. He can see the D.igimon’s wing ears fluttering, but he seems to be fast asleep. Rascal tries again to pull his arm away, and G.uilmon responds in turn by slurping harder on it. Rascal yips as he’s pulled closer to G.uilmon, sinking up to his shoulder now with his entire forearm down the D.igimon’s gullet.

After a few seconds of enjoying his midnight snack, G.uilmon’s maw spreads open wide again. Rascal was hoping that meant his partner had woken up and he was allowed to take his arm back. Instead, G.uilmon’s jaws lunge forward, snapping up Rascal’s entire head. He pulls on his snack with a wet GLLLNK! that sucks him in deeper.

Now with his entire arm down G.uilmon’s gullet, Rascal’s face is being assaulted by that thick tongue. He squeaks and wiggles his head, trying to avoid it to no avail. He feels G.uilmon’s arms wrap around him, holding him close, and then those jaws open wide again.

“Guil--mmph!” Rascal tries to call out properly this time, but G.uilmon lunges forward with another ULLLLLP! that squishes Rascal’s face into his steaming gullet. His entire head is sucked down, his other shoulder and chest being dragged into G.uilmon’s maw now. He tries to squirm more, but G.uilmon’s tail curls around his ankles and holds his legs together as the feasting continues.

GLLLLRP! GLLLLK! ULLLLP! GLLP! GLLLP! GLLLLLLLLNK!

Each noisy swallow sucks Rascal deeper, the tight gullet walls roughly squeezing over his form. The heat ramps up as he plunges down, making him pant as it alone saps what little energy he had. He’s soon being crammed into G.uilmon’s stomach, the walls stretching to accommodate his form as he’s forced inside. His own stomach is swallowed down in two gulps, then his hips, and then his legs in rapid succession. Only his lightly kicking feet and twitching tail tip are left, sitting in the back of G.uilmon’s open maw. The cool air of Rascal’s room can just barely be felt around the steaming huffs of G.uilmon’s breath.

GLLRP!

And then they’re gone, sucked down into the darkness of the D.igimon’s gullet. G.uilmon sighs happily after, his tongue flopping out of the side of his maw. His gut gurgles wetly as the last of Rascal is squeezed in, trapping him fully within the stifling heat of G.uilmon’s body. Curled up into an awkward ball, Rascal can only pant and whine as the heat and his lack of sleep leave him exhausted.

“G.uilmon’s gonna...wake up soon...” Rascal huffs to himself. The stomach groans around him and then everything suddenly lurches and sloshes. He yelps as he’s tossed around with G.uilmon rolling to lay on top of his stomach. It seems like he’s enjoying the fullness and the heat as his pleased rumbling can be heard all around. “...I hope...” Rascal tacks on in a soft voice.

...

G.uilmon is stirred away by sunlight in his eyes. They blink open as he mumbles to himself, only for a wide yawn to interrupt. He was splayed out on Rascal’s bed, taking up the whole thing with no one else in it. He smacks his lips a few times, a strangely familiar but pleasant taste lingering on his breath. He smiles and closes his eyes, planning to just go back to sleep. That is until a sudden and sharp pressure stabs through his stomach that makes him jolt and whine.

“Ooooh...G.uilmon...gotta go...” G.uilmon lifts his ass up and flags his thick tail, showing off his ass to no one. He’s still not fully used to the rules of the ‘real world’, and there haven't been any issues involving indoor accidents until...right now. The overwhelming need to release the horrible pressure in his bowels stops G.uilmon from doing anything else as he begins to push.

Phhhhhrrrrrrrbbbbttt!

A rancid smell fills the air as G.uilmon unleashes a blast of gas. It’s not enough to relieve the pressure, however, and he keeps pushing as something solid begins to spread his pucker. A thick log of shit slides out of him, drooping down onto the foot of the bed and coiling up slowly. It steams in the air due to the heat radiating off of it, and the stench is like sewage. G.uilmon feels strange lumps passing through him that make him squeak and whine, but he just keeps pushing.

Bones picked clean of their meat create a stark contrast in the dark brown fecal matter, passing through G.uilmon one after another. Tufts of brown fur tickle him slightly on the way out as well, eliciting small huffs from G.uilmon every so often. The remains of some sleepwear also feel strange coming out, twisted around logs of shit, stained and acid washed.

The thing that gets G.uilmon to whine the loudest is the raccoon skull he has to force out with a few hard pushes. It lands with a thunk in the pile of D.igimon dung, a bit more shit following after it before the flow finally stops.

Sighing loudly to himself as the last of the pressure disappears, G.uilmon slumps down on the bed again to catch his breath. Although, his muzzle crinkles when he smells the rotten stench in the air.

“Yuck..!” Fully awake now, G.uilmon clamors off of the bed, careful not to get any of the mess on him. The entire foot of the bed is covered in steaming G.uilmon shit, some of it having slopped onto the floor. The remains of Rascal are rather obvious, but G.uilmon doesn’t seem to register what exactly the pile of shit is made of. He gives it a single glance before looking away and sticking his tongue out. He’s not going to sleep in here any time soon, that’s for sure.

Lumbering out of the room, G.uilmon lazily scratches his much rounder belly as he yawns again. “Rascaaaal...G.uilmon wants breakfast!” he calls out into the quiet apartment. When there’s no reply, he makes his way to the small kitchenette and finds it empty. He doesn’t even smell fresh food in the air! His belly growls, demanding to be fed, but Rascal had told him not to make food without him around since he made a big mess last time.

“You are...such an inconvenience,” Tom N.ook huffs as he thrusts his hips over and over.

“You’re...moanin’ too much...to soundmad...~” Crazy R.edd groans with a cocky grin.

N.ook just grumbles a bit, closing his eyes as he keeps plapping against R.edd. The cunning fox was leaning over the tanuki’s desk, bushy tail flagged up as N.ook thrusts into his ass. It’s not an unusual position for these two to be in, usually because R.edd egged him into it somehow.

The slapping sound gets quicker as N.ook picks up the pace, feeling himself getting close. He’s so close to finishing...and then there’s a knock at the door. “Mr. N.ook, are you in there?” a voice calls out.

N.ook’s eyes widen and his ears perk up. “Ah! J-Just a second!”

“Eeeh? C’mon, we’re almost done~” R.edd says with a cocky grin. “I don’t really mind a third if--mmrph!” R.edd is silenced by a paw on his muzzle. He’s quickly lifted off the desk and roughly lifted off. He squirms a bit as N.ook moves him around and begins shoving him under the desk.

As N.ook presses his chair in close, there’s a soft squelch as his entire length is shoved into R.edd’s ass. It makes both of them shudder hard. R.edd has never been allowed to take N.ook’s full length, so getting that was more than enough to settle him down. He just...has no idea why he wasn’t allowed.

N.ook was too panicked to even notice what he’d done, though he shivers a bit when R.edd’s ass seems to clench even tighter over him. “C-Come in!” N.ook calls out, trying to straighten up his desk and make himself look busy.

D.igby opens the door and smiles. “Good morning, Mr. N.ook! I have our daily report ready for how the villagers are doing. It should only take a minute to go over.”

“Ah...yes, yes, that’s fine,” N.ook says with a nod. He wanted to tell D.igby to just wait a moment longer, but he had nowhere else to hide R.edd and he certainly couldn’t have the fox leave through the door!

D.igby walks in, more focused on a clipboard he has as he starts talking about this or that with N.ook. Just reporting about things the townsfolk need or requests they have or some such. N.ook isn’t listening very closely, just nodding along and humming. His entire body is tense as a fire ignites in his loins.

R.edd grins and wiggles his hips, trying to tease N.ook some more. He can’t say much since the tanuki is keeping a foot on his muzzle so it stays shut but that won’t stop him. He’s also feeling especially needy. There’s an immense warmth in his hips that’s spreading through him, like a building pressure begging for release. It’s the only thing he can feel in his legs, which are otherwise numb…and kinda hard to move. But he can feel N.ook trying to thrust his hips slightly and he knows he’s keeping the tanuki’s attention.

“…Mr. N.ook, are you feeling alright?” D.igby asks suddenly.

“Hm?” N.ook jolts to attention, blinking a few times. He laughs and quickly tries to wave it off. “Oh, yes, yes! Sorry, I was just…distracted for a moment. Do go on.” He tries his best to look natural, even if he knows his face is burning bright red. It feels like he’s going to burst!

R.edd keeps wiggling his hips, snickering to himself. He was enjoying this position...at least at first. But that intense heat just keeps welling up inside of him. It feels like his entire lower body is on fire almost. He tries to move his legs but he can’t. He can’t turn his head around to look, either, with N.ook’s foot keeping his muzzle shut. A muzzle that was starting to leak something like drool...but it was salty.

Paying attention to anything D.igby said was impossible. N.ook can only think about the burning need in his crotch. He reaches down to rub along his shaft, shivering and huffing softly. He feels so sensitive that even his own paw is enough to get him leaking. Such a mess...he’ll have to clean it up later...

R.edd isn’t finding this funny anymore. He’s sputtering as more liquid tries to come out of his mouth and pools around his chin. He tries to move but he can’t. His neck feels stiff and he can’t feel his arms or legs at all. Something is incredibly wrong but...that’s not what’s on his mind. The only thing on his mind, the only thing he can possibly think about, is this horrible need to cum. His entire body is begging for it and his mind is screaming at him to cum. He has to cum. He needs to cum. He must cum! Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum!

N.ook puts a paw to his muzzle, attempting to look like he’s just leaning his chin on his hand. He’s huffing and puffing, trying to muffle it and keep focus. But his mind is racing with pleasure and his sagging nuts are churning desperately. He doesn’t have to touch himself at all. His cock is throbbing and leaking more, begging for him to give it release. He’s so close...he’s going to...to..!

“So, does that all sound alright to you, Mr. N.ook?” D.igby asks, looking up from his clipboard with a smile.

“OOOOOOOOH, YES, YEEEEES~!” N.ook moans out, squeezing his eyes shut as his cock begins to fire off its load. It’s an incredible, full-body feeling of pleasure that leaves him shivering all over. Thick ropes gush out of him, splattering on the back of his desk and across the floor as he carelessly fires off everything he has.

R.edd’s mind is equally as lost in pleasure as he fires off everything he has...quite literally. Every time another rope of cum fires from N.ook’s cock, more of R.edd is splattered out. His mass and his mind in equal parts are being used to fuel N.ook’s orgasm. Memories and personality are whited out bit by bit, R.edd’s mind turning into a thick puddle of tanuki spunk, and N.ook’s kitsune-sized cock begins to shrink back down as it pumps out all of the excess mass alongside it.

D.igby tilts his head and is quiet for a moment. Then he smiles and nods. “Good, then I’ll get right on it, Mr. N.ook!’ He turns and walks out of the office, closing the door behind him.

N.ook sinks back into his chair, huffing and panting while sweat drips from his forehead. He hasn’t had an orgasm like that in quite some time. He’s glad D.igby didn’t seem to notice anything, or was at least polite enough to simply ignore it. Once he’s taken a minute to recover from the euphoria, N.ook pushes his chair away from his desk to look at the damage.

The entirety of the bottom of N.ook’s desk is dripping in fresh cum and a massive puddle has formed on the ground and spread around the space behind his desk. The chair he was sitting in and his legs were similarly soaked in cum. And so was his cock...but that’s not the only thing he notices about it.

It’s bigger than it used to be, thicker and longer, and his nuts are rounder as well. But they’re also...a different color. Both are a bright orange now, with a white under belly along the bottom of his shaft and a couple of white spots where he imagines R.edd’s hands and tail tip used to be. Red’s clothes are left in a heap under the desk, soaked through in N.ook’s cum. And that’s all that’s left of him...

N.ook sighs deeply, gently rubbing along the length of his cock. It twitches slightly, still rather sensitive, but there’s no other reaction at all. This is what he was worried about. Being a tanuki, his cock is rather dangerous. Anyone he fully hilts on his cock gets absorbed into it if he’s not careful, and he tends to be unable to hold back when he cums. He must have done it when he was hiding R.edd under the desk...

Getting to his feet, N.ook steps through his own mess so he can get to a nearby closet and grab a towel--he tends to keep them stocked for things like this. Nothing he can do but clean this mess up now. He’ll need to find someone else to get some stress relief with, too.

“Whaddya mean ya don’t have any money?!” Rough demands, stomping his foot.

“I don’t see you pulling out your wallet!” Tumble retorts with an angry huff.

The two skunks glare at each other for several seconds, Tumble having to lean down so he could get in the face of his much shorter brother. Rough scoffs and shoves hard on Tumble’s face to push him away. “Fine, whatever, so we’re both broke!”

“So how are we gonna see that movie?” Tumble asks. He looks at the poster the two of them had stopped by just outside the theater. It was advertising a new action flick starring a fellow skunk, and the brothers had immediately been enamored by it.

“Obviously, we’re gonna sneak in!” Rough says.

“Sneak in..?” Tumble frowns. Most of their schemes and jobs involve being loud and brash, beating up everyone in their way and taking what they want. But they obviously can’t do that to see a movie in the theaters. “There’s no windows to climb through, though. And all those employees will see us walk in!”

“Hm...then we just need some kind of disguise,” Rough says. “Or maybe some way of getting inside without being spotted...” He looks around, trying to spot anything nearby that could be used for their plot. He perks up when he sees it and grins. “...aha! There!”

Tumble squints as he looks at what Rough is pointing at. It’s B.ig the Cat, who seems to be doing what he’s normally up to--wandering around aimlessly with a dull look on his face. “We’re trying to get into the theater, not look for that idiot’s frog!”

“I know that!” Rough retorts with a huff. “We’re gonna get in with him!” He reaches up to grab Tumble’s ear and pulls him down to whisper into it. It takes a few seconds before Tumble’s expression shines with realization and then he grins wide.

Now with a plan of action, the skunk brothers make their way over to Big. He doesn’t notice the two of them until Rough snaps his fingers in the cat’s face a couple of times. “Hey, down here!”

“Oh, hello!” Big waves to the two skunks now that he’s noticed them. “I’m trying to find my--”

“Yeah, yeah, we know, your dumb pet,” Rough says flippantly. “Look, we’ll help you find him later, but you gotta do something for us first.” He had no intention of helping Big at all, but he knew it’d get the cat’s attention if he promised to.

“Hm...what do you need help with?” Big asks.

“We need to get in that theater but we don’t have the money,” Tumble says, jerking his thumb to the theater behind them. “So you’re gonna hide us in your gut, buy a ticket, and get us inside.”

“In my gut..?” Big tilts his head a bit, placing a hand on his stomach.

“Yeah, that thing’s so big, no one’s gonna even notice we’re in there!” Rough says. “That’s how we’re gonna get in!”

“Oh...okay.” That seemed to be all Big needed. He grabs Rough first, hoisting him off the ground by his scruff and lifting him over his head. “Down the hatch!” Big opens wide and he crams Rough into his maw feet first.

GLLLRK! ULLLK! SHLLLRP! “Haaa...~”

It only takes a couple of hard, wet gulps to suck the smaller skunk down the hatch. Big rests both hands on his stomach once Rough sloshes inside, a content sigh coming from him. He smacks his lips and looks at Tumble. “Alright, your turn!”

“Huh?” Tumble looks up from Big’s gut. He knew Rough wasn’t the biggest but he didn’t think he’d go down that fast. And as soon as he’s looked back up at Big, he’s staring into that wide open maw. Large hands hold his arms down and Big’s jaws lunge for him.

HOMF! GLLLRP! GLLK! GLLK! GLLK! GUUUUULP! SHLOOOOOORP!

Despite being about Big’s height, though not nearly as large, Tumble was devoured almost as quickly as Rough was. By the time the skunk had even registered what was happening and started kicking his legs, they were being slurped down. Big shoves on the bottom of Tumble’s feet to cram the last of him in and sends him down into his gut.

“Mmmm~” Big slurps over his lips, patting his stomach with both hands. His belt looks a bit tighter than usual, but it’s still round and soft looking. No one would think two skunks were crammed in there, even as they wiggle and squirm to try and get more comfortable. “Okay, I’ll go see a movie now!” Humming happily to himself, Big walks to the theater.

Other than a subtle sloshing noise and some more muffled complaints from the skunk bros, there’s no tell that anything is off. No one notices anything as Big gets a ticket for a movie and then heads inside. The guy running the concessions stand notices the bad smell on Big’s breath when he orders a soda and a popcorn, but politely ignores it. And then Big is waddling to the viewing room to find a seat.

Rough and Tumble notice when Big seems to finally stop moving and settle down. “Okay, he’s gonna let us out soon!” Rough says with a grin. “Can’t wait to see this--ack!” His gloating is cut off by something splashing down on him. “What the..? What was that?!”

“Gross, it’s sticky,” Tumble grumbles. “Is he drinking soda?”

As soon as he says that, something wet splats down on the skunks. It smells buttery. “Popcorn?!” Rough yells. “That’s it! Let us out, you moron!” Rough starts to kick the stomach walls as hard as he can, not having enough space to do much else.

“Bwwwwwrrppph!” Big lets out a soft belch into his fist on the outside. He pats his stomach with his other hand but doesn’t do anything else. The movie is starting and he has to be quiet! He doesn’t like the aftertaste of those skunks, either, so he tosses some more popcorn into his mouth. He’s not sure why they wanted to sit in his stomach while he watches a movie but if they’ll help him find Froggy after...

Big’s stomach does such a good job of muffling noise and hiding his meals, that even he doesn’t really notice anything is wrong. Rough and Tumble’s yelling is nearly inaudible, especially with the movie playing. Their struggles make Big’s gut bulge just barely, easy to miss in the dark room where no one is paying attention anyway. The most they’re able to do is make his gut slosh a bit and occasionally get a burp from him.

Rough and Tumble groan as more soda and popcorn splatter down on their heads. Their fur is getting stained by it. They’ve gotten tangled up and more compacted by Big’s gut, which is groaning around them. “Did he even go to see the right movie?” Rough grumbles.

“I can’t tell, it’s too muffled!” Tumble huffs. Another glob of chewed up food splats on his face, making him grunt and wipe it off. “It’s getting noisier in here, too. He’s gonna let us out when the movie ends, right?”

“He better!” Rough says. “Or I’ll give him the worst indigestion he’s ever felt!”

...

In the theater’s bathroom, wet plops and thumps can be heard along with a soft whining sound. It goes on for ten minutes before there’s finally a loud sigh. The door opens as Big walks out, rubbing his stomach with a soft frown. “That wasn’t very fun...”

Behind Big, the toilet is overflowing with thick shit. It’s spilling around the edges of the bowl in a heap and sticking up nearly a foot. Tufts of blue and beige fur dot the pile. A few bones and a single boot can be seen baked into it as well. And on top are two skunk skulls, half sticking out of the crap.

The two hour movie proved to be too much for them...or perhaps Big’s stomach was just much stronger than they anticipated. Either way, the skunks got what they wanted. Big got them into the theater and let them out inside. And now he’s waddling off, leaving them behind in the clogged toilet.

“I’m definitely lost...” Rascal murmurs to himself as he looks around. Though, does it really count as being ‘lost’ if he’s not sure where he’s been since he got here? Ever since he followed that white rabbit into that really big rabbit hole, he’s been wandering around weird environments with weirder people.

At the moment, he’s managed to find himself in a strange, winding forest with indescribable signage. He’s at a fork in the road, but with the sign posts pointing in random directions saying things like “Here”, “There”, and “That Way”, he has no idea where to go.

“Are you really lost?” someone purrs.

“Huh?” Rascal’s ears perk up and he looks around. “Hello? Who said that?”

“Up here!”

Rascal looks up and sees a pair of bright yellow eyes and a long, toothy grin floating just above the sign post. More features start to materialize, pinks and purples swirling like ribbons together to form the body of a fat cat, who was lying across several of the haphazardly placed signs.

“So, I’ll ask again,” C.heshire Cat says. “Are you really lost?”

Rascal tilts his head. This is hardly the weirdest thing he’s seen since he got here. “Well, I don’t know where I am or where to go.”

The cat chuckles to himself as if Rascal had said something funny. “Why, you’re in W.onderland, of course! And you can go any way you like. This way or that way or over there or though there...” Various signs light up as the cat lists off possible directions. “You don’t even know where you’re going. You can’t be lost if you don’t have a destination.”

Hm...Rascal isn’t sure if that makes sense or not, but it doesn’t sound wrong. “Well...I guess I’d like to get out of W.onderland. Do any of these directions go that way?”

“Out?” C.heshire Cat blinks and laughs again. He leans down from his perch, getting closer to Rascal. “Dear boy, the only way out is in.” And when he says that...the inside of his maw lights up for a moment like the signs did.

“No, I don’t want in, I want out,” Rascal corrects. “I’m already in, that’s the problem. That rabbit hole led me here...”

“How can you go out without going in?” C.heshire Cat asks in return. “They’re the same thing, aren’t they? To go in is to go out, and to go out is to go in. You ventured down one tunnel to reach this place, so going down another will take you out of it. Deeper and deeper yet, that’s how the madness of W.onderland works.”

Is that really how it works..? Trying to make any sense of this place is really draining. There’s almost a logic to it but it never feels quite right. This guy is from here so he probably knows what he’s talking about...and even with the strange things he says, he makes more sense than anyone else Rascal has bumped into so far.

“Okay...so I just have to go in...there?” Rascal points to the cat’s grinning mouth, which seems to stretch just a bit wider.

“Going in is going out, so if you’re going to go in anywhere, it may as well be in heeeeeere~” C.heshire Cat’s maw yawns open in front of Rascal, the cat’s head level with his own so he’s able to stare directly into that grinning mouth. Hot breath puffs past Rascal’s face as he looks beyond the drooling tongue and sharp teeth and into the dark abyss beyond.

It doesn’t seem that much different from the rabbit hole he took to get down here...it’s probably safe, right?

After taking a few seconds to think it over, Rascal figures he has no other ideas. Nothing about this place makes a lot of sense so why would he expect the way out to be any more logical? With his indecision resolved, Rascal pushes his hands into C.heshire Cat’s maw.

C.heshire Cat hums softly, resting his paws under his chin as if he were leaning his head on a table despite being in the air. He doesn’t do anything to rush or urge Rascal on, so the raccoon has to take further initiative and push himself deeper. His hands slide over the cat’s squishy tongue and effortlessly squelch into the dark gullet.

Rascal lowers his head down between his arms, staring into the yawning maw before him. His arms have already disappeared inside that dark gullet...the only way to go is deeper. So, he begins to wiggle in more, shoving his face into C.heshire Cat’s maw. A pleased purring rumbles around his head as he worms his way in.

There’s very little resistance for Rascal as he pushes deeper, his head easily accepted into C.heshire Cat’s gullet while his shoulders and chest are starting to wedge into the cat’s maw. As he digs himself deeper, the cat leans down further, keeping it easy for Rascal to dive in. His chest disappears, and then his chubby stomach along with his bag. C.heshire Cat leans down further, letting Rascal’s hips and then thighs disappear as well.

Soon enough, C.heshire Cat is standing on the ground on all fours. His stomach is bulging and sagging down to the ground, squished against it and between his own legs. C.heshire Cat leans his head down further, helpingRascal to shove himself deeper. His knees and then shins are gone. It’s only his feet left, standing on his toes. C.heshire Cat’s tongue slides under them and lifts them up into his maw, with closes with a satisfying click.

GLRK~!

The first and only swallow C.heshire Cat does sounds out, loud and wet. Then he lets out a pleased sigh with a content look on his face. C.heshire Cat looks at his stomach with a soft chuckle. It’s squished against the ground and between his legs, vaguely shaped like the raccoon that was helping to make it.

“And there we have it~” C.heshire Cat purrs, lightly patting his stomach. “You are now out of W.onderland and in my stomach. I hope you find it to be an improvement~”

C.heshire Cat’s stomach shifts slightly, a muffled sound coming from it that almost seems like Rascal speaking. The cat’s ear flickers and he chuckles again. He stretched out before beginning to walk back to the sign post.

“You say you want to come out of my stomach? First you want in, and then you want out, and they say I’m the mad cat here!” He laughs to himself as he slips behind the sign pole, disappearing from sight rather than being seen on the other side as he does.

Wolf marches quietly through the underbrush of the planet, his hand tense on his blaster and a cocky grin on his face. This was it. Finally, he was going to be able to grab M.cCloud and end this..!

It wasn’t just Fox, though. F.alco was here as well. He shot down both of their ships and they managed to get away from him for a moment…but he finally traced them here to this planet. They must have crash landed here because there’s been an SOS signal coming from it for days now. It was weak and Wolf knew no one else was going to find it. So he just had to wait the two out...make them spend a few days stranded until he knew they’d be weak enough to take down...

This rivalry will finally end in his victory. Once he finds them, he’ll take them both down! He’s tracked them to a nearby clearing now. He’s almost there. Soon, he’ll—!

…hold on…what’s that sound?

Wolf pauses, his ears perked up and twitching. It’s strange…like a weird, sloppy squelching sound. He takes another few steps closer, staying behind a bush and peering out from between the branches. Wolf’s eye widens as he finally sees what’s happening.

GLLLRK! SHLLLRP! GUUUULP!

In the clearing are two air wings and their pilots. They look worse for wear, dirtied and disheveled from their time on the island. Although Fox was the only one that could be made out.

Fox was on his knees with his head tossed back. Drool drips down his chin as he works to hungrily scarf down his meat of choice. His hands tightly grip F.alco’s legs as they try to kick, while Fox’s jaws gnaw over his ass in an effort to get him in deeper.

GLLLLRP!

Another wet swallow comes from Fox, sucking F.alco in deeper. His stomach is bulging out of his torn shirt, shifting with F.alco’s arms and head as he tries to thrash around. His voice is muffled by the stomach walls so Wolf can’t make out what he’s saying, but he can still tell it’s nothing pretty.

SHLLLRK!

F.alco sinks deeper with a wet slurp, his thighs sucked down Fox’s gullet. It’s just his lower legs left. Fox firmly plants his hands on the bottom of F.alco’s feet and shoves down hard.

SHLLLLLR—GLRCH!

The last of F.alco is gone in an instant. Slurped down the hatch…and then a final hard swallow to suck his feet down. Fox’s gut surges forward with a wet slosh as F.alco is roughly crammed inside. The predator huffs and falls back onto his ass, his hands pressing into either side of his stomach.

“BUUUUWWWWWWOOOOOOORRRRRRPPPPPP!!!!!”

Fox tips his head back again as a nasty belch rumbles out of him, a couple of blue feathers puffing out of his maw as he does. A muffled shriek comes from F.alco down in his gut, who starts to thrash and kick around wildly as the stomach walls clench down hard on him.

“Haaah..~” Fox lets out a deep sigh, his tongue lolling out of his maw. He sits back against his airwing, kneading his hands slightly into his stomach. “Y’know, F.alco, you almost tasted like chicken.” More muffled shouts follow, with F.alco shoving around inside of Fox’s stomach.

Wolf finds himself unable to move at all, just watching. This is his perfect chance. Fox is full and defenseless, F.alco is completely out of the equation, he could take what he wants. But...he can’t take his eyes off of this.

Fox keeps kneading into his stomach, pressing down on any bulges F.alco makes in order to wrangle him into place. “I don’t want to hear any complaining. It’s your fault we’re stuck here without food.”

Have they not been able to hunt anything or find edible vegetation? It’s not like Wolf knows what the two have gone through in the week he left them on this planet, but it sounds like it wasn’t an easy time. This really is his best chance--maybe even his only chance--to take down Fox. But...he just wants to see how this plays out first...

F.alco keeps kicking and shouting and thrashing around for a few minutes before Fox seems to grow tired of it. He huffs and wraps his arms around his stomach. “Alright, you don’t feel like settling down? Then we do this the hard way!” He starts to squeeze his stomach while flexing it. F.alco shouts as he’s squished down even tighter, the bulges detailed enough that Wolf can see how pissed off F.alco is. There are a few seconds where nothing seems to happen before...

KRRR--CRNCH!

Wolf’s ears shoot up as he hears that wet crunching sound clear as day. It’s soon followed by a very loud shriek coming from F.alco. He writhes around weakly, screaming out muffled sounds that are almost certainly strings of curses. Fox lets go of his stomach, giving F.alco more movement space. But he’s not moving as much now.

“Sorry, was that your arm?” Fox asks. “What’d you say when I twisted my ankle because you made me explore that cave in the dark? Oh yeah...quit whining so much!” He plants his hands on his stomach and shoves down hard.

CRRRRACK! “BWWWWWAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRPP!!!!”

F.alco screams again as something else folds under the unrelenting pressure. Another heavy belch blasts out of Fox, more feathers puffing out of his maw. He pants softly after, slowly slurping along his muzzle. Wolf can vaguely tell that F.alco is screaming Fox’s name at this point and even hear the desperation in his voice.

Fox seems pleased to just relax now, leaning back against his airwing while he slowly rubs along his stomach. F.alco is slack now, only offering meager twitches. His voice sounds strained even while muffled, and it’s getting even harder to make out as Fox’s gut churns and gurgles deeply.

“Hey, don’t worry so much,” Fox says while lazily picking his teeth. “When I tell P.eppy and S.lippy why you didn’t make it back, I won’t mention how you lost your blaster in a river or ate my rations because you were so confident we’d be out of here overnight. I’ll tell them you died valiantly taking down Wolf while I took his airwing.”

...huh? Wolf’s ears perk up again when he hears his name, and it takes him a moment to realize that Fox is looking right at him. It makes his fur stand on end...and even worse, a blush starts to burn on his face. That look on Fox’s face...it’s not the anger of someone who’s been bested or the despair of someone realizing they’re going to lose like he imagined.

It’s the glare of a hungry animal that’s spotted its next meal.

Fox beckons Wolf over with a finger, slurping over his lips. Wolf bears his teeth for a second, trying to figure out when and how Fox noticed him. It takes himself a moment to notice that he’s stood up and started walking towards Fox, moving entirely on instinct.

That smug, dangerous grin on Fox’s face makes Wolf want to...urgh, he should want to rip it off but it’s...making him feel something else instead. Once he’s in front of him, Fox gestures for Wolf to stoop down, and he does.

“Start rubbing,” Fox says simply. “Once F.alco is dead, I can fit you in. Is your airwing nearby?”

Wolf swallows dryly and nods. “That way.” He gestures in the direction he came from. What the hell is he doing..? He’s the one who should be speaking with that cocky, domineering tone. So why is it Fox...and why is it working..?!

“Good. Then get to it.” Fox leans back more, folding his arms behind his head. Wolf stares at him for a few seconds before he relents and begins to knead his hands into Fox’s stomach.

“Wmmlf?!” F.alco’s muffled voice can almost be made out. Wolf would love to taunt F.alco right now. He’s always been as annoying if not more so than Fox. But Wolf can’t seem to think of anything snarky to say at all. The only thing he can think is...will Fox really eat him when he’s done? His tail starts to wag the longer he thinks about it.

...

Fox grunts and wiggles a bit as he has to really squeeze himself into the seat of Wolf’s airwing. It’s certainly not built for fitting two people...well, three, but F.alco is a lot more malleable now. The real struggle is fitting Wolf’s bulky form in white it’s so tightly curled up in Fox’s gut.

It takes some effort, but he finally manages to get settled. Something pops in his stomach, making Wolf yelp and twitch. He’s crammed in roughly, pressed against the walls and control panels so he has almost no space to move with.

Fox stifles a belch into his fist, patting his gut with his other hand. “Sorry for the tight squeeze, Wolf. But I really gotta thank you for all of this. If it weren’t for you...I think we would’ve kept being at each other’s throats for the rest of time. It was about time we settled this once and for all...”

Wolf lets out a low groan, feeling hazy. He’s soaked in stomach juices and slurry that used to be F.alco. His body is cramped and twisted uncomfortably, one of his arms dislocated after being shoved too hard. It’s too hot and everything is sore and the smell is unbearable. This isn’t right...it’s not how it was meant to go...so why...isn’t he angry about this..?

Going to Southwest Adventures was meant to be a way for Chase and his friends to enjoy a full day together as a group having fun and hanging out. Since it’d been so long since they’d been able to, it had seemed like a good idea...at the time. The first hiccup that should have told Chase something was going to happen was they picked up a couple of extras.

Kudzu, Leo’s neighbor, was invited along by the wolf because he heard that he’d never been when talking to him about it. And Daxton, Flynn’s roommate, basically begged him to let him come along (although Daxton denied this when Flynn told the story). So already, the trip was no longer just about the core friend group. This would feed into the next issue...too many cooks in the kitchen.

Trying to corral six people into sticking together and doing the same thing all day was already asking for a lot. Making it eight, with two of them having no real reason to want to stick together, ended up making it impossible. They were able to get through one ride on one rollercoaster before things fell apart. The ride freaked out TJ and made Carl sick, and any chance at keeping the group together fell apart with two outside voices to make their point.

Chase missed the entire conversation that resulted in everyone splitting apart. He’d been getting something to help Carl settle his stomach and got stuck waiting in line. By the time he’d returned to the bench everyone had been gathered around, everyone was gone, including Carl. Chase sighs through his nose in annoyance and slowly chugs down the overpriced cup of ginger ale he had gotten. It feels like nothing is capable of going right...

After drinking the ginger ale and throwing the cup away, Chase sulks off to find his friends. The issue with that is how big the park is. They could be standing in line for another ride, watching a show, playing games, or...

“At the food court,” Chase murmurs to himself. That seems like the most obvious place for at least one of his friends to go, so he starts walking to make his way there. He had plans to chew his friends out for ditching him like that when he got there.

...those thoughts end up completely leaving his mind once he does reach the food court. Only three people from the group are there--Carl, Flynn, and Daxton. It seems like Carl has already gotten over his stomach issues because a pizza box was sitting in the middle of the table, open and half empty. But it wasn’t only pizza that they’ve been eating.

“Mm?” Flynn perks up, the first one to notice Chase has shown up. A twitching fox’s tail is poking out of his muzzle, but a slurp and a gulp sucks it down, sending the last of the guy sloshing into the gila monster's stomach. “There you are, muskshit. Was starting to wonder if you got lost or something.”

“...uh...” Chase can’t seem to think of anything to say, just staring at Flynn...at all of them, actually. It wasn’t just Flynn. Carl and Daxton had full, round guts as well. It looked plenty natural on Carl, who was still inhaling pizza even as his guts churned wetly while sticking out of his hoodie. Daxton seemed a lot more awkward with his stomach, trying to keep it hidden under the table but having trouble with it.

“Heeeey, dude,” Carl says with a big grin. He’s leaning over to grab another slice of pizza, squashing his gut against the table. “BWWWWAAAAAAARRRRRRRRPPPPPP!!!!” A raunchy belch rumbles out of him thanks to the pressure, but that doesn’t seem to stop him at all from grabbing another slice.

“Ugh..!” Daxton, who was sitting across from him, recoils and puts a hand over his nose. “Carl, gross! At least cover your mouth or something!’

“Heh, sorry, dudeman.” Carl grins in a way that doesn’t make him look very sorry. He opens wide and shovels the entire slice of pizza into his jaws, lazily chewing it up.

“If you want a slice of pizza, better grab it now before the fatass sucks it down,” Flynn advises as he watches Chase. “Though, I wouldn’t eat any of the food here.” He drums his fingers on his stomach. “...well, not the kind you have to pay for, anyway.”

“...uuuh...” Chase blinks and shakes his head. “What...What uh...happened? You guys uh...”

“Carl got his appetite back...” Daxton says with a sigh, rubbing the sides of his stomach with both hands. “And he made it the problem of the guy standing in line in front of him...”

“He was taking too long!” Carl whines, pressing his hooves into his gut to smoosh the poor bastard whose only crime was ordering food while Carl was hungry.

“The guy’s buddies didn’t take that excuse very well,” Flynn adds. “And you know how fatass gets when he’s being confronted. So Dax and I had to be good friends and defuse the situation.”

“Defuse..?” Daxton repeats with a dubious look. “That’s what I was trying to do when you shoved that guy into my mouth.”

Flynn smirks. “Hey, it worked, didn’t it?”

Chase swallows and looks away, thankful that no one actually called him out on his blushing. How the hell is he already dealing with his friends’ constant gluttony? Ugh...and worst yet is that he can’t even complain. He wants to change the subject.

“H-Hey, so, where...is everyone else?” Chase asks. “Speaking of which...ditching me was not cool. I thought we were supposed to be doing this together.”

Flynn scoffs and crosses his arms. “Teej was still being a baby after the rollercoaster so he and shitbird went off somewhere to calm him down. Then Leo was being a jackass about that and his neighbor distracted him by playing some games. That’s about when fatass decided he needed a refill on his upchuck.”

Chase sighs and rubs the back of his neck. That makes it sound like they all just forgot about him and ditched him. “Right...I guess I’ll go check on Leo and Kudzu then. I’ll be right back.” Just so he can get away from all of these...round, full guts...

The carnival games aren’t too far from the food court, so Chase makes his way there. Even if things between him and Leo are still kind of awkward, it’s probably better than sitting around those three gluttons. What are the chances that--

GLLRK! GLLRP! GLLLLRCH!

Chase’s ears twitch as he hears the telltale sounds of somebody being swallowed whole. He looks over and immediately blushes bright. He sees Leo and Kudzu standing together, both of them sporting large, full guts. The former has his head tossed back, slurping down the kicking legs of a calico, while the latter has his arms crossed and almost seems annoyed.

“That’s the third one,” Kudzu sighs, his tail twitching behind him in annoyance. “How are we supposed to play the games if everyone running them is dead?”

“Mmf...Gllll-GLRRP! Hooo...I’m not the only one who ate, though, mapache~” After wetly gulping down the cat’s twitching feet, Leo grins and tauts Kudzu. He taps the top of the raccoon’s stomach a few times, making it lurch as his prey thrashing weakly.

“BWWOOouurp!!!” A bubbling belch gets Kudzu by surprise. He blushes darkly and covers his mouth for a moment, his tail swishing some more. He huffs softly and looks away. “...he got me by surprise, that’s all. I told you I don’t do very well with crowds...”

“Yeah, well--oh! Chula!” Leo perks up mid sentence, a big grin stretching over his muzzle as he spots Chase standing there and gawking. “There you are!”

“Uh...hey...” Chase says, half-heartedly waving to the two of them. He’s trying not to stare but something tells him looking off into the distance isn’t any more subtle. “I thought you two were playing games..?”

“We were,” Kudzu says. “But Leo’s not very good at them so--”

“Hey, these games are rigged!” Leo quickly interjects. “They’re basically scammers, so they know what they were doing!”

“...so he ate the workers running the stalls,” Kudzu finishes. “And I’ve been trying to convince him to give it up before we get caught.”

That...explains why Leo’s gut is so big. There must be three...four people in it? It’s hard to count since Chase can’t really tell which bulges belong to which person and their muffled voices overlap with each other as well as the low churning of Leo’s guts.

Leo grins as he seems to notice Chase’s staring. “Well, what do you think, chula? These guys were definitely asking for it, right?” He thumps his stomach with his fist, getting a muffled cry from whoever he just hit.

“Uh...yeah--I mean!” Chase blinks and shakes his head. “Leo, you’re going to get us in trouble if you eat the staff. Let’s just...regroup with the others, alright?”

Leo pouts slightly, his ears folding back. “But I was trying to win a prize for you...”

“Chase is right, let’s go before we get caught,” Kudzu sighs. The raccoon puts a hand on Leo’s shoulder to guide him along, forcing the wolf to trudge off towards the food court.

Chase sighs to himself and rubs his face a few times. Why does he always have to get stuck dealing with this..? Being almost always surrounded by full guts at college has been one thing...but even here with his friends? He feels like he won’t make it at this rate. His face is just going to heat up until his head explodes or something...

After calming himself down and returning to the food court, he offers to go find Sydney and TJ. If anything, it’ll at least give him time to clear his head some more. And there’s no way Syd ate anyone with TJ around...

Since they were last seen heading to the outdoor amphitheater to watch one of the shows, Chase made his way there to look around. There’s a bit of a crowd but the seats are mostly empty, which makes it easy for Chase to see that the two of them aren’t there.

“Maybe they went to get on a ride or something...didn’t Sydney want to get on that swinging pirate ship?” Chase murmurs to himself. He’s starting to walk away, figuring that was a good enough place to check next, when he notices a familiar otter tail slipping through the door of a bathroom. “Ah...”

Chase quickly hurries over to catch up. He opens the door to the bathroom, a wall blocking off his look into the rest of the room. But he can hear just fine...and right now, thick gurgling sounds are echoing around the room along with voices.

“C’mon, Teej, are you seriously going to just hide in there the whole time?” Sydney asks.

“M-Maybe!” TJ stammers. “I mean...no, just...wh-what are the others going to think?”

“They’re probably going to think you finally grew a pair,” Sydney snorts. “Unless you spend the rest of the day hiding in a bathroom stall, anyway.”

TJ makes a little noise and mumbles something. Chase finally slips into the bathroom and looks around the wall.

Sydney is the only one he sees, standing in front of a closed bathroom stall that TJ is presumably hiding in. Sydney’s stomach is hanging free from his shirt, burbling and bulging with live meat. He’s got his hands in his pockets, focused on the stall. He only notices Chase when he catches movement in the mirror from the corner of his eye. He looks over with a wide grin.

“Hey, look who showed up to perv on guys in the bathroom!” Syd says.

Chase scoffs and looks away, blushing brightly. At least he can blame the teasing on it. “Shut up, Sydney. I was just coming to check on you and Teej. Everyone’s waiting at the food court.”

“O-Oh, um, hi, Chase!” TJ says. “We’ll um...be there soon! I’m just...dealing with...s-something...”

Sydney rolls his eyes slightly. “Right...hey, Chase, watch this.” He flashes a big grin before looking away again. He moves to stand right in front of the door. After a few seconds, he thrusts himself forward. His large gut slams hard into the stall door and the cheap lock fails as it swings open.

“BWWWWWWWAAAAAARRRRRRPPPPP!!!!” Sydney lets out a harsh belch as he quickly steps aside, still grinning wide. “Ahhh...that feels better.”

“Eep!” TJ quickly covers his face with his paws as if that will hide him. “S-Sydney, why would you do that?! Wh-What if my pants were down?!”

“Not like we’d be able to see anything with that boulder you’ve got hanging off of you!” Sydney retorts with a grin.

He was right. TJ’s stomach was heavily bloated, smothering his lap and hiding his legs. It’s resting on the floor and pressed against the walls, the stall barely big enough to hold it all and still have the door open. Chase’s blushing worsens when he sees it. He gawks at the sight, mouth hanging open. He’s never seen the lynx so...w-well, he’s never seen TJ eat anyone period!

“H-How many did he..?” Chase asks.

Syd flashes a big grin and chuckles. “He downed three people before he ran in here to hide. I think he ate faster than Carl does!”

“Th-That’s not true!” TJ says quickly, unhiding his face so he can argue back. “I mean...the amount is right, but...l-look, it was an accident, I was just hungry and then...and then his boyfriend showed up and tried to pull him out and...then I tried to hide and all the stalls were full so...”

...Chase really can’t believe TJ just went and did something like that. He was always the one to find the whole idea of eating people uncomfortable or gross. Maybe college really does change people.

“...wait, so, what about you?” Chase asks, looking at Sydney again.

“Huh? Oh, I just felt like eating~” Sydney grins wide and flexes to show off. The bigger otter’s stomach sloshes back and forth with squirms as it clenches down on whoever was in there. “And, y’know, figured Teej would feel less weird if he wasn’t the only one that ate.”

“I-I said you didn’t need to...” TJ mumbles, lowering his head.

Chase clears his throat and looks away. “Uh...well, you didn’t really have to worry about that. He isn’t.”

Getting the two of them to come back to the food court after that was easy enough. Sydney found the entire thing hilarious, and Flynn and Carl both teased TJ enough that he nearly ran off to hide in another bathroom stall. Leo was trying to get their trip back on track and figure out what all they could get done while still full, with Daxton and Kudzu constantly interrupting.

Chase was silent the entire time, sitting there and trying to look inconspicuous. But...he really can’t help himself. Surrounded by so many large, round, gurgling stomachs that are mercilessly breaking down their prey while everyone casually chats among themselves...it’s driving him crazy. His mind wanders quickly, wondering what it would be like to rub them all, to listen to them work, to be smothered and pinned under so many stomachs at once...

“What do you think, chula?” Leo asks.

“H-Huh?” Chase jolts, stirring from his daydreams by Leo’s voice. “What? Sorry, I...I wasn’t listening.”

“Pfft, you were listening to something,” Syd teases with a wide grin.

“We were thinking of getting on some of the less restricting rides for now and seeing about trying a few more rollercoasters later,” Kudzu says. “It’ll be a bit before any of us can fit on one...and the lines might be shorter by then.”

“Ah, sure, yeah, that’s...whatever. Uh, I mean, I’m up for whatever.” Chase coughs into his fist, realizing how badly he’s tripping over himself. God, the last thing he wants is for any of his friends to realize how badly this is messing with him.

“Then it’s decided!” Leo says with a smile. “It’s not exactly the exciting day I had planned but it should be fine.”

Chase can feel Sydney still staring at him even as the conversation turns away from him. He feels like that’s a bad sign.

The rest of the afternoon is taken up by doing whatever rides could possibly accommodate people with large, churning stomachs. That mostly meant a lot of rides that spun around or went up and down. So Chase found himself constantly being smooshed against one or more stomachs or taking a wet belch to the face. He wanted to think they were accidents and they probably were sometimes...but Chase has caught Sydney whispering to people every so often and then looking at him...

By the time the afternoon was turning into evening, most everyone’s guts had shrunken considerably. They were still large, but much rounder and sloshier than before, burbling over thick slurry rather than solid meat. It meant that they could fit on more rides more easily. But it also meant...

“Mmf...HHUUUUUUWWWWWWWRRRRRRRPPPPPP!!!!” Chase flinches as Carl turns to the side and blasts a greasy belch right into his ear. Literally everyone has done that to him at least once by now, even TJ, but the otter is starting to figure out when it’s an accident and when it isn’t...that time definitely isn’t.

“Haaa...” Carl huffs in Chase’s face after that with a satisfied grin. “That felt good to let out...was worried that last ride made me sick or something! Guess it was just gas.” He pats his stomach a few times, making it slosh wetly.

Chase wonders for a moment if that meant Carl was going to throw up on him if it wasn’t gas...then quickly decides he’d rather not think about it. “Good for you...do you mind aiming those things elsewhere, though?”

Flynn snorts on the other side of Chase. “You don’t seem like you mind it at all, muskshit. You were blushing pretty hard when you smacked into Dax on that spinning car ride and he belched in your face.”

Even just mentioning that makes Chase blush again. “I-I did not! And why were you even watching me in the first place?!” He finally pushes away from the two of them, scoffing. It feels like everyone has been staring at him more...

“Hey, you three,” Kudzu calls out as he walks over. “The park’s going to be closing soon so Leo says it’s time to go. They should already be heading to the van.”

“They left without us..?” Chase asks. Well, he’d been in line with Flynn and Carl for a little while getting this last ride in, so it makes some sense. “That’s fine, I’m getting pretty tired anyway.”

The four of them head out together, exiting the park and returning to the parking lot. As they approach Leo’s van, Flynn claps a hand on the back of Chase’s shoulder to guide him to the back. “Hey, since you’re the skinny one now, you can sit in the back.”

“What? Ugh, okay...” Chase has no idea what Flynn is even talking about, but he doesn’t feel like arguing about it. He doesn’t notice the three of them standing right behind him as he opens the back of Leo’s van. As soon as he opens the doors, he’s shoved hard from behind and yelps as he tumbles into the back of the van.

Instead of smacking into the hard floor or the back of a seat, Chase lands on several warm, squishy things. Grumbling to himself, he lifts his head and sees that he’s facing...several stomachs. He blinks and looks up, seeing Leo, Sydney, TJ, and Daxton all sitting so their stomachs are pressed together. 

“Wha--” Before Chase can fully process it, he’s shoved on again from behind so the other three can sandwich him in from the back. It’s an awkward and tight fit, but that’s clearly the point, as it leaves Chase smooshed between seven different stomachs all at once. Every time he wiggles or shifts, he presses into a different once, and they’re all burbling and churning deeply in his ears.

“Ha, see, I told you he was into it!” Sydney says with a big grin. “Look at how red he’s getting!”

“...isn’t this kinda weird..?” Daxton says with a sheepish smile. “Uh, I mean, no offense to Chase or anything but...”

“Oh, it’s just a joke,” Flynn says with a smirk. “But hey, if he starts offering some free rubs...”

“I can’t believe I let you all talk me into this...” Kudzu huffs, blushing just a little. “How long are we gonna be doing this?”

“Just a little bit longer!’ Leo reassures. “Look how happy he is!”

“Heh, I can feel how happy he is,” Carl says. “Pretty sure that’s not his tail poking me, anyway...”

“At least this isn’t the mean kind of prank...” TJ says with an awkward expression. “Chase won’t be mad, right?”

“Look at him!” Sydney says, gesturing to the otter smooshed in the center. “Does he look mad?”

“I.ngo! Look at what I fooooound!”

I.ngo perks up upon hearing his brother’s voice. The twins were currently alone in a train, which was finishing a maintenance check up by performing a full trip down the line and back again. E.mmet had gone off to do a sweep of the other cars and it seems like there was something of interest after all.

E.mmet bounds right over to I.ngo, sporting his usual big grin. He holds out his hands, showing off a P.okeball he has in each. He then shoves one of them into I.ngo’s hands.

“Did another trainer misplace their P.okemon on the train?” I.ngo asks. This was hardly the first time it’s happened. Misplaced things turn up all the time on the trains, and most of the time, those things will wind up at the central station’s lost and found to be collected. The one exception...is P.okemon.

“It seems that way!’ E.mmet agrees, casually tossing the P.okeball he still had up and down in his hand. “I found these poor things rolled under one of the seats, so they must not have noticed before reaching their stop. How sad!”

“Well, we do give plenty of warnings about making sure you have all of your belongings before boarding and exiting the train,” I.ngo says. “It’s a shame someone lost their P.okemon. I’m sure they cared for them.”

“Yes, it’s too bad they’ll never find them,” E.mmet agrees. “It’s veeeeery lucky for us, though! Right in time for our lunch breaks!” As soon as he says that, a hungry growl rumbles out of the twins’ stomachs at the same time.

I.ngo pulls down slightly on his cap, mildly embarrassed by such a loud noise coming from his stomach, even if the only other person around was his brother. “Right. I almost forgot it was about that time. Then...let’s transfer these wayward passengers to their new personal train cars!”

“As always, let’s ensure they arrive at their proper destination!” E.mmet agrees.

Together, the Subway B.osses open their jaws wide and hold up their respective P.okeballs. With careful but practiced movement, the P.okeballs are wedged into their maws and gently pressed in. They’re a perfect fit. I.ngo pushes on his P.okeball more while E.mmet curls his tongue over his to help drag it deeper. Two wet gulps sound out at the same time, and a round bulge sinks down both I.ngo and E.mmet’s gullets as the P.okeballs sink down.

This is what happens to every P.okemon that is lost, misplaced, or left behind on the trains. The Subway B.osses take them for themselves and swallow them down as snacks to enjoy between battles or after the work day. It’s become such a common occurrence that it’s even turned into an urban legend that says trainers who take their eyes off of their P.okemon will have them disappear when they look back. It’s an exaggeration, of course...but not an unfair one.

I.ngo sighs gently as he feels the P.okeball settle in the pit of his stomach. He lightly presses into it, feeling the round, hard lump of the capsule sitting there. “Bravo on such an excellent find! Should we let them out now?”

E.mmet hums happily, patting his middle gently. “I think we have enough time to enjoy these meals! Are you ready, I.ngo?”

“I’m ready to set off!” I.ngo confirms. He and E.mmet press down on their stomachs, squishing the P.okeball inside. After a few seconds, there’s a couple of flashes of red...and their stomachs suddenly and rapidly balloon in size.

“BWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPP!!!!!”

Two massive belches roar out of the Subway B.osses together, making the lights flicker in the train car and shaking the walls. Blue electricity crackles from I.ngo’s jaws and scorching flames shoot out of E.mmet’s. Their shirts have burst open, engorged stomachs pressed together and rough squashed in the restrictive space of the train car.

“E-E.mmet..!” I.ngo gasps once his belching tapers off. “What...What kind of P.okemon did you find..?!”

“I...am not sure...” E.mmet admits with a confused smile on his face.

Muffled roars echo from both of their stomachs, with tight, detailed bulges showing off the two massive P.okemon turned up inside. They’re both dragonic, with I.ngo’s meal mulch blockier while E.mmet’s is curvier. A bright blue glow is showing from I.ngo’s gut while a red one is coming from E.mmet’s. While the two Subway B.osses might not recognize them like this, what they’ve consumed happened to be the Legendary P.okemon, Z.ekrom and R.eshiram.

The twins groan as their guts shift and stretch, the P.okemon inside angrily trying to tear themselves free. All it really does is make I.ngo and E.mmet’s stomachs stretch and burble angrily over such tough meals. The two of them are stuck sitting next to each other on a couple of seats, unable to move with such stuffed guts.

“Urgh…not even…a feisty H.axorus has given me such an ache…” I.ngo groans softly. His gut lurches as Z.ekrom throws its head back to let out another mighty roar. I.ngo drowns it out with one of his own. “BBWWWWWEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLCCCHH!!!”

E.mmet pants softly as his guts bulge out this way and that with R.eshiram’s wild thrashing. Steam is coming from his maw with each heavy breath. “Perhaps I…should have been…more careful…with which P.okemon we eat on the train…”

Z.ekrom and R.eshiram continue to roar and thrash around, constantly bumping into each other or the walls and ceiling. I.ngo and E.mmet’s stomachs are both churning loudly, clenching and squeezing over the mighty Legendary P.okemon in an effort to correct their behavior and process them. It’s a war of attrition between the power of two Legendaries and the digestive systems of two humans trained on thrashing P.okemon.

I.ngo leans his head back and groans softly, small sparks crackling from his mouth like pop rocks. “We have...less than an hour before...before trainers start boarding the train. How fast can we...direct these two to their final destination?”

“OOOOOOUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPPPP!!!!” A wet belch bubbles out of E.mmet and he thumps his chest a couple of times. Another small flame comes out with it, and when he sighs after, thick steam wafts out of him. “I am sure we can manage! After all...there is nothing we cannot handle when we are together!” E.mmet flashes a bright smile, trying to look as confident as he can for his brother.

“Mm...” I.ngo puts a hand to his chin, still looking uncertain. His guts burble harshly as Z.ekrom tries to press out, roaring defiantly yet again. It seems to spur on R.eshiram to do the same, making E.mmet’s gut lurch as it roars inside.

Their roars are drowned out by another pair of harsh, wet belches blasting out of the Subway B.osses.

...

“I am E.mmet. I lost together with I.ngo. Bwwwrrrp! But you are veeeery strong trainers!”

“Bravo! Excellent! Uuuuoooorrrp! Hah...I am glad I fought against a trainer like you!”

The two trainers across from I.ngo and E.mmet are quiet despite the congratulatory speeches. The fight was close as the two of them had been rather...distracted for the majority of the battle. It’s hard not to be, with the state of the Subway B.osses.

I.ngo and E.mmet are both sporting large, round stomachs that hang freely from their uniforms. They’re incredibly noisy, burbling and churning constantly, and sloshing thickly with every slight movement they make. It’s caused the two to be rather gassy, and it’s hard not to notice the way sparks seem to fly from I.ngo’s mouth or steam puffs out of E.mmet’s. It’s also hard to look away from the...rather obviously lumps bulging out the bottom of their stomachs.

The awkward shapes of bones jut out slightly, making pronounced shapes that shift and clack together whenever the twins move around. They’re rather large and bulky, no doubt from a P.okemon that must have once towered over them. But the most glaringly obvious shapes are that of the skulls protruding from either stomach, a blocky and large one in I.ngo’s and a more slender and shapely one in E.mmet’s.

Despite how blatant and distracting the sloshing kegs of slurry are, neither of the Subway B.osses have so much as acknowledged them in any way. The trainers weren’t given a chance to point them out or question them with how quickly the battle had started, and now that it was over, the train was stopping and the trainers were moving along before they could say something.

I.ngo sighs once they’re alone in the train car again. He picks at his teeth for a moment until he manages to get a black scale free, which he flicks off his finger. “It’s nearly the end of the day and these two unruly passengers are still moving down the tracks.”

“Mm, it has been quite a while,” E.mmet agrees, gently drumming his hands on his stomach. “I’ve never seen a P.okemon quite this strong before! Even that G.olurk you ate that one time had finished his journey by now.”

I.ngo pulls down slightly on his cap and blushes as he’s reminded of that bellyache of a meal he picked up before. Still, it was nothing compared to this one. He presses his hand into his stomach gently, feeling it squelch and churn messily over dozens and dozens of gallons of slurry. “At least they’re settled down. Those first couple of battles were much more difficult.”

E.mmet hums softly in agreement. Not only had Z.ekrom and R.eshiram not finished digesting by the time the first trainers had reached the Subway B.osses, they were still thrashing and roaring by then. It was only after the third or so battle the brothers experienced that their whimpering cries and pathetic twitching had ceased and their digestive systems took full control.

After that, digestion was a fairly smooth process of their guts steadily reducing in shape and size as all of that powerful meat was broken down. It made them a lot gassier thanks to constantly moving around with intense battles while hauling so much liquid weight in their stomachs. But they’ve done their best to draw as little attention to it as possible. It’s worked so far, in the sense that no one has made any comments to their faces about it. Though there’ll probably be a new legend or two about the massive echoing roars coming from the subway tunnels or the giant bellies the Subway B.osses had but seemed unaware of.

“I can’t say I’m looking forward to helping these passengers unboard at the end of their journeys,” I.ngo laments. He reaches down as best he can to cup the bottom of his stomach and heft it up. It makes the whole thing slosh noisily.

“Hm…perhaps a trip to C.astelia City is in order,” E.mmet muses aloud. He puts one hand to his chin, the other still drumming over his gut. “Since the sewers will be their final stop, we may as well do our jobs as the Subway B.osses and take them there directly!”

I.ngo never liked going to the sewers for such business…mostly because of the smell. But they’ve had to do it the few times where they’ve over eaten and decided not to overburden any of the subway’s plumbing. He can only assume meals like these two will also require special disposal.

“Then we’ll have to prepare for travel soon,” I.ngo says. “If we wait until the last minute, we’ll miss the departure time and ruin the schedule!”

...

Even though it was only the next city over, the trip to C.astelia City still took some time. I.ngo had made the right call in leaving as soon as possible. By the time the brothers had entered the sewers, their stomachs had shrunk considerably and most of the boiling sludge inside had been pumped through and processed by their bowels.

Now, the twins were squatting down together, pants pulled down as their bare asses hung over the edge of the sewers’ walkways. E.mmet had also made the right call in directly depositing their messes in the sewers rather than a bathroom. The thick logs that squeezed out of them seemed near endless, coming out several feet at a time and splashing into the sewage down below.

It was a lengthy process, made even more difficult by the bulky bones the two were forced to pass as well. Very little had actually been broken or handled by their stomachs. The full skeletons that were baked into the waste would be wonderful exhibits in N.acrene City’s museum if it weren’t for the aforementioned waste they were baked into. For now...the sewer systems would have to serve as the second best place to leave them.

A pleased sigh escapes E.mmet once he forces the last deluges of shit out, and a soft huff from I.ngo as he does the same. The twins stand up again and pull their pants back up. Their normally slim figures remain mostly the same, other than the soft pouches the two now have as stomachs. I.ngo lightly squeezes his own while E.mmet drums his fingers on his.

“It seems even our efficient digestive systems weren’t able to fully process these meals!” E.mmet comments as he gets his belt clasped shut again. His uniform fits over his stomach just fine, but there’s a notable curve in his middle even with his clothes on.

“I still wonder what kind of P.okemon they were,” I.ngo says as he does the same. He adjusts his cap and looks over the edge of the walkway. The two massive piles of shit stick out of the sewage water, a couple of bones visible from both, with black scales in one and white tufts of fur in the other. Two giant skulls rest near the top, staring up with hollow eyes as the Subway B.osses. They’ll eventually get washed away with everything else, just like everything that winds up in the sewers.

“Perhaps they’re native to another region!” E.mmet suggests. “Gear S.tation is veeeeery popular with trainers all around the world, after all. It’s not every day we get to have something exotic!”

“Mmm...” I.ngo isn’t fully convinced, but it hardly matters at this point. Whatever those P.okemon were, they aren’t now. They’re just heaps of dung stinking of the sewers. “...let’s go before the smell of this place sticks to us.”

“Understood!” E.mmet salutes before quickly walking towards the stairs with I.ngo in tow. “Since we’re here, let’s get C.asteliacones for dessert! My lunch was veeeeery spicy, and it’s making me crave something cool and sweet!”

“We have time for an extra stop,” I.ngo agrees with a nod. “Two cones then. But let’s not wander off the track more than that.”

“Hello..?” Rascal calls out as he peeks his head into the doorway of the old building. The raccoon had been walking down the street when he thought he’d heard a low voice crying out for help. He’d tracked it to this old building, tucked away on a corner in the dark.

Even from the outside, it had looked like it was abandoned for years, with a sign long faded and worn down. The inside is in even worse condition as Rascal looks around. Some kind of overgrowth has filled the place, thick vines stretching across the floor and walls all coming from this giant mass in a back corner. Based on the few things he can see, Rascal would assume this was some old plant shop and one of them just went crazy.

Rascal steps fully into the building now, his ears twitching as he looks around. “I heard you calling for help. I’m here to help!” He didn’t see anyone around. He’s certain he heard--

“Help...me...”

Rascal’s ears both perk up as he hears that voice moan out again. He ventures further into the building, carefully stepping over the vines so he doesn’t trip. “Where are you? Are you hurt?”

“No...” the voice moans out. “...I’m...just...so...” There’s a massive thud that makes Rascal jolt. The giant plant the vines were coming from suddenly fell over...and it splits open, revealing a gaping maw. “...HUUUUNGRY!”

Rascal gawks for a moment, mouth hanging open as his brain registers what exactly he’s seeing. It’s a giant, talking plant...alright then. What do plants eat..? It probably has plenty of sunlight and water since the elements can get in just fine. They also get their nutrients from...soil, right?

“...I don’t think I have any soil on me,” Rascal says after a moment.

“Soil?!” The plant’s bud--or head, maybe?--rears back and it almost seems to be sneering. “Do I look like I eat soil?! I ain’t some daffodil, bub!”

“Oh...” Rascal tilts his head slightly, his tail swishing as he thinks.”...so what are you, then?”

The plant grins and uses a couple of its vines to gesture to itself. “I am A.udrey II, a very strange and unique plant. And do you know what I eat?”

Rascal shakes his head. “I guess not.”

A couple of vines suddenly lurch from the ground and curl around Rascal’s waist and torso. He squeaks as he’s suddenly jerked forward, now within arm’s reach of the grinning plant.

“Meat,” A.udrey II purrs.

Rascal blinks a few times. “Oh...like a Venus flytrap. You’re a bit big for bugs...” Looking away from the plant, Rascal opens his satchel and starts rummaging around inside. “...I thiiiink....I have some beefy jerky.” He pulls out a half-empty bag of jerky and holds it up. “Will that be alright?”

“Are you mocking me?” A.udrey II asks. “I don’t mean some nasty old flesh! It needs to be fresh! It’s gotta be bloody!”

“Oh.” Rascal tucks the bag of jerky back into his satchel. “I could try to find a butcher shop then. I don’t mind paying.”

A.udrey II groans and gives Rascal a shake, making him squeak. “You’re just not getting it, are you?! I’ve starvin’ away here! Look at how wilted and grey I am! I’m barely keepin’ by on the birds and rats and strays that come in here. I need meat, and a lot of it, right now! Oh, I just can’t wait any longer! I’m gonna die if I do!” The massive head of the plant drops to the floor again and lets out a weak groan. Its vines don’t loosen their grip around Rascal, though.

“Hm...” Rascal frowns softly, trying to think of a solution. He wants to help this poor plant. It really seems like it’s suffering, and the solution is simple enough. If it has such a specific diet and it can’t wait for him to get some meat and it needs a lot of it then...

“...would I be enough meat to feed you?” Rascal asks.

“Hm..?” A.udrey II lifts its head slightly. “You?”

Rascal smiles casually and nods. “Yeah, I’m kinda big, and it doesn’t really get fresher than being alive. If it’s really that serious, then I’m happy to help.”

“You’re serious? You’re just going to offer yourself up like that?” A.udrey II lifts its head more. “I ain’t askin’ for spare change, kid, this is your life you’re offerin’! You don’t even get anything out of it! What’s the catch, huh? Terminal illness? On the run from the cops? Hiding some weed killer on ya?”

“Huh? No, nothing like that,” Rascal says, shaking his head. “It just sounds like you really need the food, and it’d be cruel not to offer.”

“Heh...hehehe...HAHAHAHAHA!” A.udrey II throws its head back in laughter, the vines that sprawl around the building writhing and smacking around. Several more suddenly snake over and curl around Rascal, hoisting him off the ground. “Not how I expected this to go, but I ain’t gonna turn down a free dinner! Didn’t realize I was talking to plant food on legs! You’ll at least tide me over until the next chump comes in.”

Rascal doesn’t really get what the plant is talking about, but it sounds like he made it happy at least. He’s lifted up higher and turned upside down, his satchel slipping from his shoulders and hitting the ground with a thump. A.udrey II tips its head back and opens its maw wide.

A weird smell wafts from the plant’s maw, making Rascal’s nose scrunch up. The inside looks slick with something that’s probably drool. Sharp teeth line the top and bottom edges, with a giant, quivering purple tongue waiting for Rascal. And in the back is a dark gullet that leads to the stem. Rascal was expecting to get dropped, but instead, the vines curled around him bring him into that giant maw.

HAAAA--OMNF!

A.udrey II snaps its jaws shut over Rascal, chuckling to itself as it gets that wonderful sensation of fresh meat in its maw. Its vines untangle themselves from the racoon and are pulled out of its maw to flop back to the floor. Rascal’s lower legs and half of his tail poke out from between A.udrey II’s lips, still twitching slightly.

Everything is muggy inside of the plant’s jaws. Rascal is being smothered by the thick plant flesh from the top and bottom, the fat tongue he landed on at least providing some minor comfort. It makes it nearly impossible to move, leaving him splayed out and completely at the mercy of his predator. At the very least...A.udrey II works fast.

Tossing its head back, A.udrey II snaps its jaws to take in the rest of its raccoon treat. There’s a muffled squeak from deep in its maw as Racal’s face is smooshed against the entrance to its gullet. Then it lowers its head again, humming to itself as it makes wet slurping sounds. Rascal is sucked down with each one, breaching past the barrier of A.udrey II’s gullet and steadily surging his way down deeper.

The stem bulges slightly as Rascal’s form is funneled down. It disappears into the dirt surrounding the old, cracked pot A.udrey II’s body sprouted from. It went much deeper than that by now, which Rascal would be discovering as his body sinks under the ground and out of sight. But he wouldn’t be telling anyone about it any time soon.

A.udrey II smacks its lips a couple of times and slurps its thick tongue along them. “Hrrm...ptoo!” It spits something wet and slimy out, which lands with a wet splat on the ground. It’s Rascal’s purple beanie, somehow getting tugged off of him as he was slurped down. A.udrey II slurps over its lips one last time before it chuckles deeply.

“Just my luck that my easiest meal was a hairball. Gonna be coughing things up for weeks thanks to him!” It lazily picks at its teeth with the end of its vine. “Hopefully, the next meal ticket that walks in here isn’t such a moron. The free meat’s nice, but how am I supposed to get more if it feeds itself to me first?”

There’s a wet gurgle somewhere down below as Rascal squeezes into a slightly roomier sack. A.udrey II smirks to itself. “...still...I do love an easy treat~ Hehehe...” It grabs Rascal’s hat and satchel with its vines to toss them away, but something inside of the satchel buzzes. It catches A.udrey II’s attention, and it opens the satchel to dig around and pull it out.

“Now what do we have here?” the plant purrs to itself. Rascal’s phone...looks like someone was texting him, too! A.udrey II’s grin widens as it unlocks the phone with ease, no password needed. That’s a nice, bloated contact list, too. “Well, well, well. Maybe I was too hard on the kid after all. Just look at this fancy menu he left for me~”

“Hm? Did I hear that right?” K.ass asks, tilting his head slightly. “You want me to help fly you to that tower up there?” He looks over his shoulder and up into the air. Behind him is a small mountain range, and near the peak is a tall tower. They had popped up all over the kingdom recently. They were fascinating things, even if K.ass had no idea how to use them. But his friend seemed to.

L.ink nods with a smile when K.ass looks back at him. The H.ylian wolf wasn’t one for words, seemingly only speaking when necessary. Admittedly, the mountainside does seem treacherous to scale with no clear path or easy way up. And L.ink did seem rather exhausted...

K.ass smiles and plays a couple of notes on his accordion. “Well, I’d be happy to help a friend! Ah, although, I won’t be able to carry you on my back. That’s where I keep my instrument so my wings are free.”

L.ink tilts his head slightly, looking a little confused. If K.ass won’t be able to let him ride on his back, how is he going to help L.ink fly up there?

A low growl makes L.ink’s ears perk up. He looks around for a moment before his gaze settles on the source--K.ass’s stomach. The R.ito smiles sheepishly and pats his stomach a couple of times. “Apologies, I haven’t had lunch just yet. But that will make it less troublesome for you since my stomach is empty. If you would still like my assistance, of course!”

It dawns on L.ink what K.ass is intending, his eyes widening a bit. K.ass is going to carry him in his stomach..? That seems...dangerous. L.ink only recently got out of a tough battle with nothing to heal himself with, though. And he only got into that mess because he saw the tower from a distance and wanted to activate it. That’s the only reason he asked for help--he didn’t want to have to leave and make it all for nothing after getting so close.

Besides, L.ink did trust K.ass. The minstrel has been nothing but kind to him and is almost always a nice reprieve from his travels and the dangers that come with them. He’s even lent a hand--er, wing--a few times when it comes to uncovering a mystery. He has no reason to assume K.ass has ill intentions.

So, after a few moments of thinking it over, L.ink smiles again and gives an affirmative nod to K.ass.

K.ass smiles in return, another soft grumble coming from his stomach. “Wonderful! I have to admit, I’ve been curious about the flavor of H.ylian wolf.” He steps closer, still smiling warmly. “Let’s do this quickly then. I don’t want to leave you in there for too long...” K.ass gently pins down L.ink’s arms with his large wings and his beak yawns open wide in front of him.

HOMPH! GLLLRK! ULLLLNK! GLLLRP! SHLLLLLLRP!

K.ass worked fast to get L.ink down the hatch. He engulfed the H.ylian wolf’s head and shoulders all at once, only sparing a few tasting slurps over L.ink’s face before he began to take heavy, wet gulps. L.ink was quickly lifted off the ground, his chest and then stomach sliding past K.ass’s beak, followed by K.ass tossing his head back with another gulp and then slurping down L.ink’s legs. It was a very quick and well-practiced process, as if it were something K.ass had done hundreds of times before.

There’s a soft slosh as K.ass’s belly rapidly bloats out, now sagging down with the shape of a person curled up inside. He sighs contently, lightly cupping his stomach with one wing and offering it a few gentle pats. “There we go...UUUWWWWWRRRRRRPPPP!!!” A sudden belch catches him by surprise, making him blush bright. “Goddess above, excuse me! I suppose I did eat fast...”

L.ink shifts and squirms slightly in K.ass’s stomach, trying to get into a slightly more comfortable position. The organ gurgles and groans around him, lightly squeezing over his form. K.ass really is hungry. It feels like his stomach is already trying to work on L.ink. He hopes the slime around him isn’t too acidic...

By the time L.ink has settled, K.ass has his accordion packed up on his back. He unfurls his wings, takes a running start, leaps off the ground, and begins flapping. It takes a bit more effort than usual with the extra weight hanging off his frame, but it’s nothing K.ass isn’t used to. Soon he’s in the air and rising higher.

L.ink grunts as he feels himself being jostled around slightly. The stomach turns, making him a bit dizzy, and he has to squirm around to right himself. He can hear a muffled belch come from K.ass, the stomach walls squeezing over him when it happens. “Don’t kick around in there too much,” K.ass warns, his voice rumbling from somewhere above L.ink. “We don’t want my stomach to mistake you for food!” That’s enough to make L.ink settle down, even if the slight turbulence makes him a little uncomfortable.

Most of the flight up is uneventful. The mountain is only a problem for those who have to climb it, which K.ass easily bypasses. The R.ito thinks about what he’s going to do for lunch when he lets L.ink out again. He’d already been hungry, and coughing up a live meal will only make his stomach whine more. Not to mention the effort he’s exerting doing this. Maybe he’ll find some wandering travelers somewhere to have a proper meal. He’s certainly got the taste for something lively, at least...

A low rumble echoes around L.ink as K.ass thinks about his lunch plans and it makes the H.ylian wolf wince slightly. The stomach sloshes as it swings back and forth in the air, making it hard for L.ink to stay still. It feels like it’s getting hotter by the second, too, and slimier on top of that. An uncomfortable tingling sensation is spreading over most of his body. He’d probably be able to handle this better if he weren’t so exhausted, or maybe if K.ass weren’t so hungry. Just as L.ink was hoping that they’d reach the tower soon, K.ass’s gut suddenly sloshes hard to the side, tossing him around with it.

K.ass squawks loudly as he just barely avoids several arrows. The mountain wasn’t the only thing to worry about after all. A band of monsters have made their camp at the base of it, and when they saw K.ass fly up, one of them blew the horn and got their attention. Now archers are firing at him, trying to shoot him from the skies.

Seeing as how he isn’t much of a fighter, K.ass’s instinct was to avoid the combat entirely and try to get to the top of the tower. But he’s also large and bulky and is being weighed down by an entire extra person hanging from his frame. So nimbly dodging the arrows aren’t an option, either, and there’s enough archers that it’s hard to find an opening to simply fly away. So K.ass has to focus more on awkwardly flapping back and forth to avoid being struck.

This is a problem for L.ink. He yelps as he’s tossed around in K.ass’s gut, sloshing and slipping wildly. The H.ylian wolf begins to thrash around, trying to get himself upright again. It just makes K.ass’s guts slosh around more, bouncing and bulging erratically with L.ink’s wild movements. It’s only making movement harder for K.ass as well as making his guts gurgle more actively. K.ass’s stomach squeezes down hard on instinct, getting a loud yelp out of L.ink followed by a pop and a crunch.

“Nnf...BWWWWWWOOOOOOUUUUUURRRRRRRPPPP!!!!”

A heavy, bubbling belch rumbles out of K.ass. Wolf fur puffs out of his beak with it, and a slimy boot goes flying free. It smacks one of the B.okoblin in the face, making it snort and tumble off the tower it was standing on. All of the other B.okoblin stop firing to squeal with laughter. K.ass quickly takes the distraction, flapping his wings harder and soaring above the camp to get to the top of the tower. His stomach bounces up and down with wet sloshes, getting smaller burps out of K.ass between his panting.

Once K.ass reaches the top of the tower, he quickly lands with a slight stumble. He doesn’t try to stay on his feet anyway, taking the chance to sit down with a deep sigh. He leans back on his hands, panting softly as he tries to catch his breath. “Goddess...that was a bit too much excitement for me. Ah, but I’m sure you’re quite used to it, hm?” K.ass laughs breathlessly, gently patting his stomach. He pauses once he feels it. “...ah?”

K.ass looks down at his stomach, his wing still resting on it. It’s...smaller than before, now just a round bulge rather than the bulging shape of a person. His groans softly, still chugging some wolf slurry along. Soaking in all of the acids on the flight up had softened L.ink up just a bit. It would have been fine normally...but L.ink had already been rather weak, and K.ass’s gut clamping down on him when he began struggling had been too much for him to handle. He’d been broken down into slurry, which K.ass’s guts greedily slurped up on his way to the top of the tower.

A bright blush blooms across K.ass’s face as he realizes what his stomach has done. “Oh dear...perhaps I underestimated how hungry I was...” K.ass’s stomach groans softly and he pats it gently with an awkward smile. “Well...at least I got you to the top of the tower, right? Though, I suppose we’ll have to part ways now...”

If there was any benefit to mulching down his friend, K.ass’s exhaustion quickly wore off from the burst of energy absorbing all of that wolf slurry gave him. He was able to get back to his feet and squat down. He hikes up his tail feathers, an ominous rumble coming from his stomach.

FFFFBBBBBRRRrrrrrtttt!

K.ass blushes again as a wet fart trumpets out of him. He mumbles softly to himself, then squeezes his eyes shut and pushes. A thick mess begins to splatter onto the floor under him as L.ink is voided from his bowels. Thick, dense turds wetly thump to the ground, most of L.ink’s bones and clothing having been baked into them. White sludge helps them surge out of K.ass steadily, which splats to the ground and further makes a mess of things.

“Mmf...sorry...about this...” K.ass murmurs as he feels more crap splatter out of him. “I’ll try to...avoid the unbecoming details...in the next song I write...” K.ass grunts and pushes, feeling something bulky and round squelch free. He sighs happily once it's out, the last deluges of crap slopping to the ground under him. He gives the heap a glance as he stands up again, a wing placed over his nose.

The knee-high pile of R.ito waste ruins about a fourth of the top of the tower. The pile itself is relatively condensed, black logs stacked on top of each other with various indigestibles sticking out. A skull sits at the top, the crap baked into it rather than around it. The real mess comes from the white slop that covers the pile and has splattered around in a mess. K.ass takes a couple of steps away, careful not to accidentally step in it. He can’t mourn it for long as his belly growls, telling him that one measly adventurer wasn’t enough food.

“...well, I doubt this will be found any time soon at least,” K.ass muses to himself. He steps to the edge of the tower, frowning to himself as he looks at the B.okoblin camp down below. Awful little things, those monsters. K.ass would probably have a couple of them for dessert if there weren’t so many. Oh well...he’ll just have to find something else to eat. A shame that L.ink wasn’t enough to sate his appetite but traveling keeps him rather hungry!

“Huuuuh? What did you ssssay?” Sev sneers, bumping up against Zane while glaring at him. “I don’t think I heard you right!”

Zane huffs loudly, bumping his gut against Sev in return while glaring back. “You heard me, noodle. I said that I’m the better predator.”

“A.rceus...” Brody sighs and puts his face into his hand as the couple start fighting. The buff, one-eyed S.eviper and the chubby, shiny Z.angoose did this a lot. Somehow, one of them would start talking big about themselves, and then the other would either get offended or scoff and try to one up them. They go back and forth until either one of them insults the other or gets frustrated and then they argue.

The A.bsol just wished he didn’t have to be around to see their dick-measuring contest. Brody was...hesitantly friends with them. Zane works as a bouncer at the same bar his boyfriend, a C.inderace named Cedar, does his bartending at. Zane seemed fine at first, rather chill and calm, a bit gruff but so was Brody. Then he met Severus...who was noisy, emotional, crude...basically, just incredibly annoying. And he’s often around when Zane is around...and so Brody has to put up with him.

Right now, Brody had been invited over to Zane’s place to play a game that the Z.angoose had bought which Brody didn’t have a console to play on. He’d hoped it would just be the two of them...it wasn’t...and now he’s got the game paused as the two have their argument in front of the television.

Sev hisses, getting in Zane’s face. His bladed tail waves in the air dangerously. “Assss if, fuzzball! We both know it’ssss me!”

Zane returns the glare, leaning in so he’s nose-to-nose with Sev. “You’re a glorified sausage. Z.angoose are better predators and you know it.”

“Ssssays the walking creampuff!” Sev jabs a finger into Zane’s gut, which wobbles slightly. “Sssseviper are ssssuperior predatorssss. That’ssss just nature!”

“Please, I’ve slurped up more S.eviper than you could count,” Zane says.

“And I’ve ssssqueezed down more Zangoosssse than you’ve ever met!” Sev retorts.

“BRODY!” They both yell in unison, their heads suddenly snapping in the A.bsol’s direction.

Brody groans again, sinking further into the couch and trying to disappear into it. Or at least hide in his hoodie. Why does he always have to get involved in these things..?

“Tell Sev that he’s being an idiot,” Zane says, crossing his arms. “You’ve seen me work at the bar, you know what I’m capable of.”

“No, tell Zane that he’ssss wrong!” Sev demands, his tongue flickering as he hisses. “I actually have to eat guyssss that can fight back and aren’t drunk off their assss!”

Brody glares quietly at the two of them, his hoodie pulled up to his nose. His head is buzzing with that something-bad-is-going-to-happen feeling he gets when stupid shit like this happens to him. Sometimes he wishes he were a Psychic-type so he can just teleport away when that happens.

“Why would I know which of you is ‘better’?” Brody finally asks, pulling his muzzle free from his hoodie to speak. “What does it even mean to be the better predator? How quickly you eat people? How many prey you can handle? How big and strong each prey is? Do you even understand what you’re arguing over?”

That seemed to get the bickering couple to actually be quiet for a moment. They both look at each other, seemingly sizing each other up. Zane grumbles, one of his ears flickering. “Brody’s right,” he says.

Brody sighs deeply and relaxes a little bit. “Thank you, so can we get back to--”

“We need to show him what we’re both capable of!” Zane demands. “Then he can judge more objectively!”

Brody blinks, his expression pinched together. “...what.”

“Tch, finally, a good idea from you,” Sev scoffs. “Fine, sssso how are we doing it?”

“There’s that gym a few blocks away,” Zane says. “That’d be plenty of bigger, stronger prey, right? So we just go in, pick them off, and whoever’s got the most at the end must be the better predator. Brody will be able to tell us who did the best!”

“I didn’t agree to that,” Brody tries to say, but at this point, neither of them even hear him.

“Fine! And oncccce he knowssss that I’m the better one, I might just eat your fluffy assss for desssssert!” Sev jabs Zane’s gut with his tail tip a few times, hissing dangerously.

Zane scoffs and bears his teeth slightly. “I’ll remember you saying that when I’m picking your scales out of my teeth then.”

“I just wanted to play a new game...” Brody sighs, burying his face into his hands. He only gets a few seconds to mourn the loss of his afternoon before Zane and Sev haul him up onto his feet by his arms and drag him out of their apartment.

It takes several minutes of walking to get to the gym, which Zane and Sev spend passing cheap shots and insults back and forth while Brody broods between them. The A.bsol has half a mind to just eat them both and be done with it...but he’d really rather not open the can of worms that is turning his social circle into a potential menu. He deals with enough random, annoying bullshit without introducing that into his life.

Brody is finally let go when they enter the gym. The clerk behind the counter was busy talking to someone else who had their attention, so slipping right past them to get to the main gym floor was easy enough. The smell of musk was lingering in the air, the sounds of men working out--grunts and huffs of effort, the thumps and clinks of working machinery, the thudding of feet on the ground--are all around them.

“Not too late to admit you’re wrong, y’know,” Zane warns, already leering around the gym as he hunts for his perfect first piece of meat.

“There’ssss nothing to admit to,” Sev retorts as he does the same. “You better make thissss a challenge, though. I’ll actually eat you if you can’t even try to keep up.”

Zane scoffs. “Don’t talk like that unless you’re ready to take the plunge yourself.”

Sev hisses softly. Both him and Zane are starting to...blush a little bit. “Yeah, well--”

“A.rceus, just go already!” Brody demands. “If I have to listen to you two keep badly flirting with each other, I am going to throw myself into traffic!”

“...is Brody always this whiny?” Sev murmurs as he starts to slither away.

“You get used to it,” Zane says with a shrug as he follows along.

Brody grits his teeth, shaking his hands in the air as if he were strangling someone. “...urgh..!” He throws his arms up and groans in defeat, then slinks off to find a bench to sit down on so he can make half of an effort to pay attention to the oncoming carnage.

The couple split off soon enough, both seeing a different optimal starting point for their feasts. Sev was currently approaching a couple of guys--a bulky M.achamp with a round belly and a beefy A.rcanine--who were standing in front of a large mirror wall and chatting.

“Dude, I’m telling you, this ‘bulking’ diet you’re doing isn’t working,” the A.rcanine says as he shakes his head.

“C’mon, bro, don’t be like that! I swear this is all gonna go away real fast, you’ll see!” The M.achamp squeezes his own stomach with his two lower hands while his upper arms flex to show off in the mirror. “Besides, check out these gains I’ve been getting!”

The A.rcanine huffs softly, not impressed. “That’s great but I’ve never heard of a bulk diet that lasts for a year and a half. I think you’re just fat. And a glutton.”

The M.achamp huffs and glares at his gym buddy. “The last guy who called me a fat glutton helped out with my latest bulk. You wanna be next, bro? Could get some big gains off of your mass.”

“Tch...” The A.rcanine looks away, ears folded back slightly. “Shut up, dude, I’m just sayin’...”

“Oh, not gonna eat that?” Sev asks. The two gym bros turn around, having not noticed the S.eviper’s presence behind them until he spoke. He grins dangerously, a low grumble coming from his gut. “Hope you don’t mind if I do then!” Sev lunges, his jaws opening wide.

The two gym bros yelp. The M.achamp dodges to the side while the A.rcanine ends up stumbling backwards. He winds up pinned against the mirror, Sev’s maw coming down over his head and shoulders in an instant. Sev loops his thick coils once around the A.rcanine’s muscular legs while pinning his arms down by the wrists. He hisses with delight over the spicy, salty meal in his maw and begins the arduous task of forcing it down the hatch.

GLLLLRCH! SHLLLRRRP! SHLLLLLLRK! GLLLLLRRK!

Thick, wet swallows sound out as Sev makes relatively short work of the beefy A.rcanine. He surges down past the shoulders and pecs, then sucks in his abs. By the time he gets down to the knees, he lifts his head up high and tosses the rest of the A.rcanine back. Kicking legs are quickly shoved down and the whole thing is squeezed behind Sev’s abs into his first stomach.

“Haaah...tasssty friend, he woulda been good bulk material for ssssure~” Sev teases with a cocky grin. Muffled shouts come from under his abs, which are trying to compress the bulky meal. It makes his stomach bulge and slosh a few times, but he finally clenches down hard with his abs. “UUUUUWWWWWWWWRRRRRRPPPPPP!!!” The small fight with Sev’s digestive system forces a belch out of him and his stomach shrinks a lot, a couple of pops and crunches coming from under them.

The M.achamp scowls, his hands balling up into fists. “Real funny, shithead. Guess I’ll settle for you then!” The M.achamp lunges forward to unleash a flurry of punches, but there’s a hard tug on his leg that makes him stumble and crash to the floor instead.

Sev had looped the end of his tail around the M.achamp’s ankle, tripping him up when he tried to attack. And now that he was stunned, Sev was quick to loop more thick coils around his prey to keep all of those arms pinned down. “I don’t think sssso,” Sev hisses with a smug grin. He reaches up to unzip his sleeveless hoodie, showing off his pecs. “But y’know, I can help with that isssssue of yourssss. Won’t have to worry about being fat if you’re aaaall musssscle~”

“You little--!” The M.achamp yells as he starts trying to thrash harder. He was strong, and the extra arms would help. He probably could have wrestled out of Sev’s coils with enough time...but Sev had no interest in giving him that time. With one strong motion, the M.achamp is hoisted off the ground and his face is roughly crammed between the S.eviper’s pecs.

“Oooh yeah, that’ssss the ticket~” Sev hisses out teasingly. He doesn’t slow down, using his thick coils to keep shoving his prey in deeper. The M.achamp’s broad shoulders take a bit of work to get in thanks to the extra arms, which Sev has to keep wrestled down. But he manages, and is soon forcing the M.achamp’s pecs in as well.

The M.achamp’s legs kick around, completely useless as they hang in the air. His torso is rapidly swallowed up, all four arms pinned down by Sev’s pecs rather than his coils, letting him move them down to restrain those kicking legs instead. Not to keep the M.achamp still, but to work as leverage so he can keep shoving.

Sev’s pecs bulge out as they’re being packed with meat, growing heavier and larger. It’s got him hissing softly with pleasure. He forces the Mapchamp past his hips, then pushes his thighs in. Sev steadily unwraps his coils as more of the M.achamp is claimed until, finally, there’s only a pair of twitching feel left. With the flat side of his bladed tail, he shoves them in and seals the last of his prey away.

“Nnnmmf~ Gooood meat~” Sev coos, groping over his own bloated chest with his hands. Bulges shift over it as the M.achamp tries to struggle inside, but the tight muscles clearly make it hard for him to do anything effective. Sev enjoys it for a few moments before a wicked grin crosses his face. “Now...let me help with your bulking!”

With a grunt of effort, Sev begins to flex his pecs. It makes them bounce and shrink just slightly, showing off the tight bulges of M.achamp more clearly. His muffled shouts and curses can be heard...and soon, so can the cracks and snaps of his body being pulverized. Sev moans softly feeling all of that tough meat caving in for him. The oppressive atmosphere of his pecs are too much for the larger, bulky form of the M.achamp, so in no time at all, his body was bring broken down and absorbed.

Sweat drips from Sev’s chest as the M.achamp is demolished, the bulges sinking in and disappearing more and more with each flex. His pecs shrink down again as well, before settling at a larger size than they used to be. They were much plumper, but when Sev gropes them, he can feel the new, powerful muscle he’d developed off of the M.achamp’s size. It took a bit more time to break him down than the A.rcanine, but he was also absorbed a lot faster.

By the time Sev had finished off the M.achamp, he’d already spotted his next prey and was slithering off to claim it. He was smugly thinking about how he’s surely doing better than Zane already and was eager to keep it that way.

In a different part of the gym, Zane grunts as he clenches hard. There’s a wet slurp as twitching I.ncineroar legs are sucked deeper into his bowels, leaving only the thighs and feet sticking out. Zane shifts on the bench press he’s sitting on so the feet are planted firmly on it. Then he sits back, sighing deeply as he feels the last of his meal squelch into him.

That was Zane’s third prey so far, his gut hanging heavily between his legs with how bloated it was. Unlike Sev, he hasn’t been too focused on finishing off his meals quickly, seeing it as wasting time. But because he’s getting more bloated and heavy with each snack, he’s been more selective of his prey as well. He’s gone after guys who are clearly distracted or exhausted from their workout so they’re easy to eat.

The first guy had been an U.rsaring who was doing stretches with earbuds in. He didn’t hear or see Zane coming, and being devoured from behind made him relatively easy to get done. After that was a Z.ebstrika who was using a treadmill. He’d been tired and dripping in sweat, so when Zane came over and mashed the speed control button a few times, it had taken his prey by surprise. The Z.ebstrika hadn’t been able to turn it down fast enough before his feet flew out from under him and he crashed down. Made him easy to slurp up.

And then his third, an I.ncineroar who was in the middle of his lifting. Zane’s gut coming down on him winded him enough that he couldn’t recover before a fat Z.angoose ass eclipsed his vision and sucked him up.

With his prey packed away, Zane huffs with effort as he gets back to his feet. His guts slosh heavily and sag down, burbling wetly over all of the meat inside. It bulges and shifts, his meals trying to fight back.The U.rsaring has the most energy to give but he’s already weakening in there. Dragging these giant lugs around is exhausting, though...

While resting, Zane notices a couple of guys heading into the locker room. He licks his lips as the idea settles. Everyone in there is bound to be either tired from their workouts or distracted getting ready for them. And if he stays in there, then the food comes to him. That’s got to be a great place to get some more meat.

Spurred on by this new idea, Zane hefts up his bulging gut as best he can. A wet “BWEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLCH!!!!” rumbles out of him when he does, stinking heavily of musky gymbro. He smacks his lips a few times and begins waddling to the locker room. It takes some effort to shove his gut through the doorway, but other than some muffled complaints from his prey, it’s no trouble at all.

It doesn’t take a lot of looking around to spot the guys he’d followed in. Well...one of them. The M.udsdale is sitting on the bench, a giant wall of muscle that clearly spends a lot of time in the gym. The guy he’d come in with, a L.ucario, was currently just a pair of kicking legs sticking out of the larger man’s muzzle. That’s quickly changed with a wet SHLLLLLLRRRP! and a thick GLLLLRNK! that sucks the prey down and turns him into a bloated bulge behind the M.udsdale’s abs.

“I told you not to forget my protein shake,” the M.udsdale huffs, patting his stomach a few times. “I need my protein after a hard workout, and I get it one way or another. Guess I gotta find a new spotter, though.” Muffled shouts come from beyond the M.udsdale’s abs, but he responds by simply thumping his chest a few times and blasting out a heavy “OOOUUUURRRRRRRPPPPP!!!!”

“Makes this easier for me...” Zane murmurs as he creeps up behind the M.udsdale. The big lug was too busy focusing on his belly to notice. He only seemed to alert to the sound of someone behind him right before Zane roughly grabs his head and jerks him back. The M.udsdale yells in surprise as he teeters backwards, eyes wide as he finds himself staring into the back of a Z.angoose’s maw for a split second before it all goes dark.

GLLLRNK! SHLLLRK! GLLLLP! UUUUULLRK! GLLRP! GLLRP! GLLLRP! 

Zane works as quickly as he can, taking hard and wet gulps to drag the big hunk of meat down while he’s got the advantage. The M.udsdale squirms around in confusion as he sinks deeper. His broad shoulders are swallowed up with minor effort, and then his bulky pecs are taken in. His strong legs start to kick harder and his arms fumble around to try and grab Zane, but he’s up to his elbows by then.

Getting over the bloated belly was a bit of a chore, forcing Zane to open his jaws wider to take in the bulging, shifting mass. But he’s downed worse, and he surges over the full stomach with just a few more hard swallows. Zane’s gut is resting on the bench now, his hands cupping the M.udsdale’s ass as he lifts him up and tilts his head back.

SHLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRPPP!!!

The kicking M.udsdale legs are quickly devoured with a long, wet slurping noise. Zane sucks them down with the kind of practice he’s earned from making a snack of S.eviper—minus his own boyfriend, of course. It’s not exactly a wiggling noodle but the thick, muscular legs are slurped down as easily as one. His belly rapidly bloats out as the giant hunk of beef is sent crashing down inside on top of the other guys in there. It gets a lot of muffled angry shouts.

“HUUUUUUWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRPPPP!!!!”

And to finish it off, Zane blasts a meaty belch into the air that really gets to echo in the locker room. It’s big enough to make several lockers rattle in place, and it makes his stomach clench down hard over all the meat inside. The Z.angoose roughly pats the side of his gut, feeling his prey twitch and whine as they’re forced in tighter together.

“…that definitely counts as five,” Zane murmurs to himself. His ear flickers as he hears some snickering and he looks over his shoulder. He’d been so tunnel visioned by the M.udsdale he hadn’t noticed there were a couple of other guys in the locker room who had watched the show. They clearly didn’t think the stuffed Z.angoose was a threat at this point and were laughing about it together.

Zane slowly slurps along his muzzle. They look like they’d be good for being the next couple of prey….

Brody quickly lost any interest in the commotion going on. Well…maybe not lost, as that implies he had any to begin with. It’d be more accurate to say he’s stopped pretending to care. He’s focused entirely on his phone, scrolling through social media.

“Dammit…it looks like fun, too…” Brody grumbles as he swipes past yet another clip of game play from that new game he was supposed to be playing right now. Instead, he’s sitting in some gross gym while Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum have another couple’s spat. So damn annoying...

He lost focus on time as well as the ‘competition’ going on. He could occasionally hear some wet gulping or a heavy belch, but other than that, Brody didn’t so much as let it cross his mind. He was just waiting until this stupid thing was over so he could get back to playing that game.

Eventually, Brody can hear some bickering that’s getting closer. He sighs and takes a few seconds to mentally brace himself before he looks up.

Zane and Sev are stuffed full. Zane is more obvious, his massive gut bulging out in front of him as he has to really haul it around to move. Along the top,the shifting mass of still live prey can be easily made out. And down below, bones bulge out his lower belly from whatever prey he has managed to break down.

Sev’s first stomach isn’t nearly as bloated. His abs are still stretched out over plenty of meat slurry, but it’s not nearly as stuffed as Zane’s gut. His pecs are notably larger than they used to be, too. His coils, however, have multiple lumps that are packed in close together. There’s almost no space between them, and the S.eviper’s guts are gurgling angrily over being so thoroughly stuffed.

Brody casts a quick glance around. It looks like the gym is empty other than the three of them. That’s about what he expected. Even though the two of them have returned, they’re too busy arguing to even notice Brody. The A.bsol figures he should take initiative to wrap this up. “Alright, lovebirds, are we done here?”

The fighting stops so the two predators can look at Brody. “Of coursssse not!” Sev hisses. “You sssstill need to declare a winner! And you know it wassss me, you ssssaw how I got thosssse chumpssss on the bike machinessss!” Sev roughly pats over one of the bulges in his coils, presumably one of the aforementioned ‘chumps’.

“It wasn’t about showing off,” Zane huffs. “I turned that locker room into a lunchbox and Brody must have been keeping track of how many people went in. Not like they ever came back ot.” He smacks his stomach hard, making someone help inside and forcing out a wet “OOOOUUUUURRRRRRPPPP!!!!” as well.

‘Uh...right...” Brody crosses his arms and looks away. He didn’t see anything that they claim he did since he wasn’t paying any attention. “...I kind of lost count at some point.”

“What?!” Sev yells, glowering from under his hood. “That wassss your one job! How did you fuck that up?!”

“You try keeping track of two fat idiots and see how well you do,” Brody retorts, as if he had even made the effort to do that much. “You two must have kept track, just tell me how many you ate.”

“Sev will just say a number larger than mine if I do that,” Zane says. “That’s why you were supposed to keep track.”

“I would not!” Sev demands. “That’ssss ssssomething you would do, fuzzball!”

Brody rubs his temples to alleviate the headache he can feel coming. “Just...say it at the same time then. On the count of three. One...two...three!”

“Fourteen!” Sev and Zane exclaim together. They pause for a second before looking at each other. “What?!”

“You mean we tied?!” Sev demands. “How issss that posssssible?! I sssswear I ate more than you!”

“Dammit, you must have stolen some of my prey before they got into the locker room,” Zane grumbles. “I would have won otherwise!”

“Don’t blame me jusssst because your lazy plan didn’t work!” Sev hisses angrily. “I actually put in effort to get my prey, sssso how did it even tie?!”

“It must be a fluke,” Zane huffs. “Let’s just do another round, we can find somewhere else to eat. Brody, you got any ideas for where to go next?”

Brody’s expression sours as Zane and Sev look at him expectantly. “...hey, Zane, when we left your place, did you remember to lock the door?”

Zane’s ear flickers and he cocks a brow. “Uh...now that you mention it, no, I don’t think so. Why?”

“I’m gonna go wait there until you two are done with the dick measuring contest. See ya.” Brody turns on his heels and begins walking to the exit.

“Hey, get back here!” Sev yells. “You need to be our judge!”

“You’ll have to catch up to me first, jackass!” Brody yells back, flipping them the bird before shoving through the gym doors and leaving them behind.

Sev grumbles and crosses his arms. Normally, he would have been able to easily catch up to Brody and coil him up...but with how bloated he is, he wouldn’t be able to. “Zane, your friend issss an assss.”

Zane sighs, scratching the back of his head. “He’s just moody. Fuck it, I don’t feel like hauling my gut around town getting more food anyway.”

Sev sighs in relief and immediately flops over onto Zane’s gut, wrapping his arms around it as best he can. “Oh, thank Arceussss, I feel like I’m gonna bursssst!”

Zane gives a few supportive pats to Sev’s back. “Still...fourteen is pretty impressive for a noodle. How’d it go? I wasn’t really watching.”

A.stotheles sighs as he slips into the Bandit Hideout, pulling the hood of his cloak down with his one good hand now that he’s safely inside. The plan with the wasps has fallen through. He had intended to just leave the captured adventurers here or, if they somehow managed to get out, let them find him and take revenge. But his time alone and thinking it over has given the cricket the chance to decide to offer them freedom in exchange for battle. Then they can fight honorably.

He didn’t like having to use such underhanded tactics like tricking them but the money he’d been promised was too much to pass up. Of course, he doesn’t have the money now, thanks to those awful wasps. So if those adventurers do get out...well, he certainly won’t mind if they teach those crooks a lesson.

As much as he doesn’t want to admit it, he’s tired and stressed out. A.stotheles feels as though he’s too far in over his head with this, and now that he doesn’t have the money promised from the wasps, he has to worry about where they’ll be getting funds from. It’s another thing to worry about. He’s reaching a limit and he doesn’t want the bandits to know it.

...he hopes that the others don’t give them too much trouble. If these adventurers are as skilled as they seem to be--and he doubts the wasps would have paid him to get rid of them if they weren’t--then he’s sure they are capable of taking care of themselves. But he doesn’t want the bandits he’s done so much for to recklessly throw themselves into harm’s way. They can be too cocky for their own good sometimes...

The cricket sighs to himself and looks around. It’s unusually quiet right now. Normally, there’d at least be a guard or two here but he doesn’t see any of the bandits. They might be eating right now. Just as A.stotheles thinks that, the entire hideout rumbles with a strange noise.

“BWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPPP!!!!!”

The cricket’s eyes widen and he braces himself against a wall, having thought for a moment that there was an explosion. But as the echoing noise tapers off, he realizes that it wasn't anything like that. It almost sounded like a roar of some kind...and it came from the mess hall. It gives A.stotheles a bad feeling and he quickly makes his way there to investigate.

As soon as he enters the mess hall, A.stotheles freezes, unable to parse what he’s looking at. It’s just...a large, grey mass that’s burbling and groaning and churning loudly. It bulges and shifts unevenly, at first as though it were alive, but soon the bandit leader realizes it’s because something is moving under the surface. A hand here...a thorax there...and faces he can recognize. It’s the bandits...all of them.

Even as the realization hits that A.stotheles is looking at a massive stomach filled to the brim with his bandits, he remains frozen and silent. And because he’s behind that massive stomach, Team S.nakemouth hasn't realized someone has entered.

“Urgh...” K.abbu lets out a soft groan, unable to do much else as he’s splayed out on his back and pinned under the weight of his own stomach. “...please...tell me that’s...the last of them...”

“We have searched the entire hideout twice over, so we are sure,” L.eif reassures. He provides a couple of gentle pats to K.abbu’s stomach. “You have the entire bandit hideout packed away right here.”

“As angry as I am about being tricked and kidnapped, I still don’t see why this was necessary,” Z.asp comments, standing on the opposite side of K.abbu with his arms crossed.

“Are you suggesting that we should have simply left the bandits to do as they please while we rot behind a cell?” L.eif asks.

“We could have just gotten our things back and left after escaping,” Z.asp retorts, “and then do something about their leader.”

“We think this plan is more proactive,” L.eif says. “Now none of the bandits will be causing trouble.”

Z.asp glares silently. That’s the logic L.eif had used to convince K.abbu to start eating whatever bandits got in their way in the first place, which eventually evolved into the wasp and moth having to feed the rest to the beetle once he was pinned by the weight of his own gluttony. It’s hardly the first time L.eif has convinced K.abbu that the solution to their problems is to simply eat it...probably won’t be the last, either. It certainly tests Z.asp’s patience, though.

“I still don’t think they deserve something like this,” Z.asp huffs. He then turns his attention downward to glare at the beetle. “And K.abbu, you have to learn to stand up to L.eif at some point. This is just getting embarrassing.”

“But I...was just trying...to help...” K.abbu says between groans and burps. He always has his heart in the right place, but L.eif always seems to know how to twist the logic into making this seem okay. K.abbu had agreed that the bandits were an issue...and that there were too many to reasonably turn in to authorities...and that they might run or find a new hideout by the time they told Elizant...and before long, K.abbu was left with a bellyache.

Through it all, the team has to speak over the constant noise of K.abbu’s hard working stomach. The deep groans and thick bubbling sounds practically echo in the large room, and the muffled voices of the many bandits only add to the cacophony. It’s impossible to tell what any of them are saying, though it’s most likely plenty of begging or pleas for their leader to save them.

Speaking of their leader...A.stotheles takes a few slow steps forward, still mesmerized by what he’s seeing. He stops in front of K.abbu’s stomach, which was both wider and taller than himself. He could hear the voices of the bandits, but even standing this close, he found it hard to make out what they were saying. He thinks he hears his name a few times, somewhere under all the thick noises.

Hesitantly, he reaches out with his one hand and presses it into the expanse before him. What would normally be a solid and sturdy exoskeleton was much softer than expected, due to the process going on and the fat K.abbu has naturally been accumulating over time. On top of that...it’s also incredibly warm. A.stotheles’s hand sinks into it slightly, pressing down on one of the many bulges being made. A deep grumble echoes out of K.abbu’s gut.

“HHHWWWWWOOOOOOOOOUUUUUURRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP!!!!!”

Another belch bellows out of the beetle, sending with it some scraps of exoskeleton and a tattered bandit’s hood. Z.asp winces and takes a step back, waving the air away. L.eif just starts kneading into K.abbu’s belly with both hands.

“Just let it all out, K.abbu,” L.eif says soothingly. “Your stomach knows what it’s doing. Look how hard it's working.”

“This is disgusting...” Z.asp grumbles, turning his head away. He doesn’t leave, though, standing close to K.abbu’s stomach as well.

“Team...I-I think there’s...” K.abbu tries to speak, but another, softer belch bubbles out of him, followed by a soft groan. He can feel another hand kneading into his stomach that certainly doesn't belong to his teammates, but he’s struggling to get the words out. He had a weakness for belly rubs...especially while so full...

On the other side of K.abbu’s stomach, A.stotheles is pressing his one hand deeper into the churning flesh. It’s all so soft and warm...it feels amazing. The noises echo and rattle in his head. He moves in closer, putting his head against it to listen. He can feel his bandits writhing pathetically against him and more clearly hear their overlapping cries and pleas. It makes him shudder...but he just presses in deeper, kneading as much as he can.

“Settle down...” A.stotheles says, more to himself than to any of the bandits. “Face this end with honor...you’ll surely be adding to a mighty warrior...”

Something in the cricket’s mind had snapped upon seeing a scene so impossible and dire. The bandits were everything to him. Everything he did was for them. He’s fought to protect them, hurt others to feed them, done awful things just to make sure they could get by. They’re all he has and all he thinks about. And now...here they all are, packed tightly behind the stomach of a beetle, digesting down like mere berries.

He should be devastated. Some part of him likely is. But the louder part of him told him to accept this. The bandits are all together, and soon they always will be. Devoured by, in A.stotheles’s mind, a powerful warrior who earned the honor of devouring them. They’ll add to his frame to make him softer and mightier. It’s a respectable fate, surely.

K.abbu’s gut shows little mercy or restraint. It’s greedily mulching down the bandits inside, squeezing and churning roughly against them to grind them all into a thick paste. Their muffled screams and cries are steadily snuffed out bit by bit as they’re either mashed down into slurry or fully submerged and smelted down. It’s a shockingly quick process compared to how much meat is in there, but the minutes are still ticking by.

“Mmm...doing such a good job...” L.eif says after a while. K.abbu’s gut has gotten so much softer and rounder now. The moth’s hands press in and make the whole thing squelch and squish with ease. The only noises it makes are wet, thick bubbling and chugging sound as slurry is being processed and pumped along. K.abbu’s stomach has been slowly shrinking down as it’s all worked down.

“Let’s get him sat up,” Z.asp says. “He’s getting light enough that we can get him on his feet soon.”

“Team, wait...” K.abbu groans softly. His entire face is flushed, still unable to do much to warn his team of the intruder. And even still...neither of them really heed his attempts.

“Up we go, K.abbu,” L.eif says reassuringly. He and Z.asp both stoop down, grabbing K.abbu by one shoulder each and lifting him up. It makes his entire gut slosh thickly as the soup is stirred around, cutting off anything he might have said with a wet “BWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLCCCCCHH!!!!!”

On the other side of K.abbu’s gut, A.stotheles had remained pressed up against it through the entire process of digestion. When the stomach got smaller, he had gotten down on his knees and leaned down to stay that way. It was only by coincidence that Z.asp and L.eif never noticed him. And because they hadn’t, and his attention had been so captivated by K.abbu’s stomach, he never noticed K.abbu’s stomach rolling over onto him until it was too late.

A.stotheles can’t even yell. His eyes widen as the massive, sloshing organ suddenly rolls over him and knocks him over. He’s suddenly smothered under it, disappearing almost entirely other than his twitching antenna that poke out.

K.abbu huffs and puffs a bit now that he’s sitting up, his sloshing guts settling slightly. L.eif pats his head a few times. “There, not so bad, was it?” he asks. “Once you’re done, we can go and pay that leader of theirs a visit.”

“Can we at least not kill him?” Z.asps asks with a tired sigh. “I think having his entire group mulched down like this is enough of a lesson. I’d like to keep the body count at a minimum...”

“We didn’t think you were one for such mercy, Z.asp,” L.eif comments with a tilt of their head.

“I didn’t either until I learned there are some things people do not deserve to go through,” the wasps huffs in return.

“Then we can compromise and just smother him under K.abbu’s stomach for a while.” The moth reaches over and smacks the beetle’s gut, making it wobble and slosh thickly. “If he causes more trouble after that, it’s really his fault.”

“Fine...” Z.asp grumbles, crossing his arms.

Cam frowns nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “Are you sure no one can see us here..?”

Dev chuckles and ruffles the coyote’s fur gently. “Cam, it’s an alleyway, these buildings don’t even have windows on these sides.” The bear gestures around for emphasis. The alleyway is a dead end, with a dumpster and a couple of trash cans along with some random garbage left sitting around. There are doors on either side of the alley for the buildings but they’re just side entrances.

There were no people around and no obvious ways for someone to see them. And they’re hiding behind a pile of boxes that would make it hard to spot them anyway. There is something watching, which Cam’s eyes can’t help but linger on, but he already knows Dev can’t see it so...it’s pointless bringing it up.

Cam is quickly distracted anyway. A low rumble comes from his stomach, making him wince. He gingerly places a paw on his bloated stomach, his ears lying flat on his head. “I-I still would have preferred a toilet...”

Dev sighs gently through his nose. “Trust me when I say this, the campus toilets aren’t gonna take this well. And you didn’t want anyone to overhear you doing this.”

“I...I know, but...” Cam trails off, realizing that he’s not getting anywhere with this. His stomach groans louder and it makes him whine. “...o-okay, okay, I...I guess I’m doing this...” He unbuttons his pants and pulls them down. Even though the only actual person watching him right now is Dev, Cam is blushing scarlet in embarrassment. There’s something so shameful about doing this in a technically public space.

“Take them off all the way,” Dev says. He holds a paw out to Cam. “I’ll hold them for you. This is your first time so it’ll be easier if you don’t have anything in your way.”

Cam wants to protest, but his stomach protests first. His body wants release and is tired of waiting. So, the coyote quickly shucks off his pants completely and passes them to Dev. Then he squats down, his paws resting on his knees.

There’s a few seconds of silence before Cam, his eyes looking down, speaks. “I uh...I don’t think I can...do it while you’re watching.”

Dev blinks and then lets out a laugh. “Aw, performance anxiety? Alright, I get it, I’ll turn around.” Still chuckling to himself, the big bear faces away from Cam and slings the coyote’s pants over his shoulders. “Say, you never told me who it was.”

“Oh, uh...” Cam frowns to himself. He can feel his guts rumbling noisily and the sensation of something very big shifting deeper in his guts is discomforting. He doesn’t know how Dev does this so often...or so casually. “...I...didn’t really know him. I think he was...in one of my classes, maybe..?”

The pressure is building up higher and higher. Cam flags his tail up, a slight whine coming from him. He wonders if it’s going to start soon.

FFFFBBBBBbbbrrrrrrttttttttt!

A wet, long fart squeaks out of Cam. It makes him whine louder and cover his nose from the sour smell, but even worse than that, it makes his entire face burn red with embarrassment. The pressure is only slightly better, but Cam’s guts are still groaning noisily. It feels like the solid mass isn’t moving.

Dev chuckles again, casually waving the air away. “How’d it happen then?”

“Uh...it was...I-I’m not really sure...” Cam murmurs. He’s more focused on the weight and pressure in his guts, which won’t move at all. It must be too big to come out naturally. Cam huffs deeply through his nose as he starts trying to push. He can feel the mass slowly inching along again, and he flags his tail up.

Dev glances over his shoulder, his smile thinning just a bit. “...you didn’t black out or something did you? Are you secretly a werewolf? Er...were-coyote?”

Cam’s ears perk up and he loses his focus. “Huh? What? N-No, I’m not--” Dev laughs for a moment and Cam’s ears flatten again. “Oh...you’re just joking. Ah...no, I didn’t...black out or anything. It just...sorta happened, I guess. We were alone and...he s-smelled good...and my stomach kept growling and...” He trails off after that.

“Well...how was it, then?” Dev looks away again, his ears twitching as he hears Cam grunt softly. “I wish I could’ve been there for your first prey! Why’d you wait to call me until after all the good parts were over?”

“Mm...I was...embarrassed...and kinda scared...” Cam murmurs. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to push as much as he can to force the waste out. “I didn’t really...nnngh...mean to...eat him...I just...h-haaaaah...”

There’s a wet squelching noise that makes Dev’s ears perk up. Then his nose twitches as a foul stench begins to fill the air. Cam is whining loudly, sloooowly forcing the first log of shit free. It’s bigger than anything he’s ever had to pass before, at least a couple of feet long and several inches thick. It was an entire leg once, now just bones and tufts of fur baked into the soft log. It coils up on the ground slightly before it’s pinched off and lands with a soft thump.

Cam huffs deeply once he’s finished, but his guts grumble again, reminding him that he has a lot more to go. He tenses slightly, one eye closed as he tries to push the next one free. “Ugh...a-anyway, it was...I dunno...kinda nervewracking? I...I felt bad for him...nnnmf...and I didn’t want...anyone to see me. I think he...gave me indigestion but...I just wanted him to quit moving and making...s-soooo much noise...”

Another sputtering sound comes from Cam’s bowels and he whines loudly as more shit starts slopping out of him. Only half of a leg this time, as well as whatever is left of a pair of shorts. The coyote’s stomach shrinks just slightly as the muck is being vacated.

“So ya got a bit rough with him, eh? I bet it was really cute~” Dev snickers, the grin on his face obvious from his tone.

Cam whines a bit, both from being flustered and from trying to force out the next log of shit. “I-It wasn’t...cute! I...I felt really awful...pushing down on him and...g-grinding him against things. B-Buuuut...nnngh...I just...had to make him...s-stoooop..!” Cam’s voice gets more high pitched as the next log begins to slop out, spreading him even wider as he passes a pelvis, thigh bone, and tail bones all at once.

It takes effort to force the massive log out. The heap under Cam is already building up higher, slopped against the wall of the building they’re up against. The coyote pants softly after pinching it off, his body quivering slightly. “H-How...do you do this so often, Dev..?”

“Hm? Me?” Dev glances over his shoulder again. He gives his stomach a few rough pats, making it wobble with some dull thumps. “You know I’m just built for it, Cam! I’m a bear after all! Churning through people just comes naturally to me.”

“Uuuurgh...” Cam groans loudly as he tries to push harder. This next one is struggling to come out...it feels bigger. “...even so...th-this is...too much work.”

“Well, you could’ve just gotten a normal lunch like you usually do,” Dev retorts with a teasing grin. “You’ve always been a light eater...maybe that’s been the problem! Your poor body’s been crying out for more food!”

“I am nooooot...urgh...doing this...a-again..!” Cam strains more, huffing and grunting as he pushes harder. He feels himself spreading open finally as another thick log of crap begins to slither out of him. It’s most of a torso--the ribcage and two arms, tangled together by a ruined shirt and baked into a very thick and heavy log of dung. It makes Cam whine loudly as it slowly comes free.

“I dunno, Cam,” Dev glances over his shoulder again, seeing the coyote shudder and then huff as he pinches off the massive log. “Now that you’ve gotten a taste, I bet your stomach will start whining for more! I’ll help you out next time, alright? I’ve been wanting to take you out hunting, this’ll be fun!”

Cam huffs through his nose and frowns to himself as Dev starts rambling on. It had already been an...adjustment getting used to Dev’s very casual and very gluttonous eating habits. Cam’s never spent a lot of time around predators before, especially one like his boyfriend, but college changed that. He got used to it because of how much he loved Dev, but he still didn’t like being around for any of the actual eating, digesting, or disposing. Cam is only comfortable with it when Dev’s stomach is soft and soupy so he can pretend it’s not an entire person that had been filling the bear’s guts.

That was the actual reason he hadn’t wanted to call Dev after devouring his classmate. Cam knew that the bear would get excited about it and want to encourage him more. He would have kept this a secret for as long as possible, but when he realized he had to struggle through shitting most of a person back out for the first time ever, he got...scared of doing it alone and being caught or making a mess of things. And Dev really was the only person he could trust with something like this...

“Your body will get used to it with practice,” Dev goes on. “The first time is always the worst. Trust me, I had a hard time passing my first prey as well. By the way, how are you doing?”

“Mmngh...I’m almost done...” Cam winces as his gut groans again. There’s something large and bulky sitting in him, more so than anything else he’s passed so far. He’s able to get it to turtle out slightly, but he can’t push hard enough to get further than that. After a few tries, he whines softly. “I-I think something is stuck...I can’t get it out. C-Can things get stuck like that? Do...Do people die from that..?!”

“Ooookay, no need to panic,” Dev reassures quickly. “Do you mind if I come over there and help? I can do something my dad did for me when I was starting out.”

“P-Please..” Cam whines, feeling ashamed about it. He can’t look Dev in the eye as the bear turns around and stoops down in front of him. He’s so busy trying to look away that feeling Dev’s paws suddenly rest on his gut makes him jolt in surprise.

“Hey, just relax,” Dev reassures in a soft voice. He feels over Cam’s stomach gently, pressing down in a few spots. It gets cute little noises from the coyote. “...alright, feels like it’s the skull. They can be tricky for first timers. On the count of three, I need you to push as hard as you can, alright?”

Cam nods quickly. “A-Alright, sure...”

Dev nods and firmly positions his hands on Cam’s lower stomach where the bulge was protruding most. “One...two...three!” And he pushes down hard.

Cam lets out a yipe as Dev shoves on his gut. The skull starts to spread him out, and he pushes as hard as he can. Cam lets out a very high-pitched whine as the blockage rapidly comes free, along with the last bits of shit that had been filling his bowels.

“Thaaat’s it, you got it,” Dev coos. “Let’s getcha up now.” He takes Cam’s hands and stands up, getting the coyote upright as well. Cam whines and is shaky on his legs. Dev turns him around and wraps his arms around him, resting his chin between the coyote’s ears. “I bet you need to take a leak, too. Go ahead and then you can have your pants back.”

Cam huffs softly, not wanting to...do something like that in front of Dev. But even his ‘performance anxiety’, as his boyfriend had called it, can’t do much to stop the need for release his body was craving. So carefully aiming himself, Cam unleashes a steady stream onto the pile of shit.

...he can’t believe something like this came out of him. The pile is huge, going up just past his knees and made of several thick and heavy logs. Bones can be seen all over, some getting even more visible with the coyote piss washing them off slightly. Then there’s the skull, sitting on top of the pile and half buried. It’s staring up at Cam with hollow eyes, crap overflowing from one socket. The coyote has to suppress a shiver so he doesn’t make a mess.

“So, ate an otter, huh?” Dev asks as he takes in the pile. His hands find their way down to Cam’s belly to slowly rub it. The normally scrawny coyote is now sporting a cute pouch on his frame. “You sure you didn’t know the guy?”

“...n-no...” Cam murmurs. His tail is starting to wag as he feels Dev’s hands tenderly rub his stomach and it lightly whaps at the bear’s legs. “Like I said...we just had some class together. I think he mentioned his name but...I wasn’t really listening...”

Dev chuckles at that and pats Cam’s stomach twice. “Oh, you were listening to something alright.”

Cam whines softly again, his face flushed. He’s never going to be able to live this down. The stream is finally coming to an end, trickling off to a few drops he shakes free. The stink of coyote shit and piss is sharp in the air, and it’s going to fester back here for who knows how long. Cam can just imagine someone smelling it and investigating...

“A-Alright, I’m done, let’s get out of here,” Cam says quickly.

“Sure, I bet you need some rest after that anyway. Gonna be sore in the morning, heheh...” Dev pulls Cam’s pants off his shoulder and gives them back. He helps hold the coyote still as he shuffles them back on, and then wraps an arm around his shoulders to help walk him.

“Next time you get a hankering for live prey, we’ll go hunting together, promise,” Dev says with a wide grin.

“I-I told you, I’m not doing this again...” Cam whines. He has to waddle awkwardly due to how sore his ass is. “This was just...I dunno, a weird one-off...or something...”

Brian sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “...so...explain what I’m looking at here.”

“It’s a dunk tank, obviously!” Damien says, smacking the side of the giant tub. The contraption doesn’t look out of place at all. Their school is hosting a carnival at the moment where students were allowed to host their own booths and attractions. Naturally, Damien would want to do something that would humiliate people like a dunk tank. But...

“And you’ve been dunking people into...” Brain trails off, gesturing with a hand to get Damien to say out loud what he was doing. Damien opens his mouth to speak.

“BWWWWWWWEEEEOOOOOOOUUUUURRRRRRPPPPP!!!!!”

A deep, meaty belch roars out before Damien can speak. It echoes from inside of the dunk tank tub, making it sound even louder...not that it really needed the help. The two of them look inside the tub at the source.

Scott is flopped over on his back, grinning wide as he huffs and puffs, clearly a little out of it. His tail can be heard thumping slightly against the walls of the tub. Most notably, of course, is his furry gut. It’s bulging out heavily, burbling and churning deeply over a heavy mass of food. The vague shapes of various monsters packed inside can be seen stretching it out, though at the bottom, bones of equally varying shapes can be seen...

“It’s not like I told him to do it!” Damien retorts, crossing his arms. “I just told Scott to put something in the tub for people to be dunked in. Not my fault he decided that should be his stomach acids!”

“And you didn’t stop him?” Brian asks.

“Well...it seemed like a good idea at the time!” Damien says. “It’s way better than something lame like water! What’s the big deal in just getting soaked? Plus, I made a ton of money from it! So clearly everyone else agreed!”

Brian doubted that. The tub is wooden and not see through, so anyone actually playing the game wouldn’t have any idea what was waiting down below. The people sitting on the seat waiting to get ‘dunked’ probably did, though. Which means they were either weirdo perverts that wanted it...or just normal perverts that thought they were going to bang a werewolf.

Another heavy “BWWWWEEEEEEEEEEELLLLCCCCHHH!!!!” rattles the tub, followed by some pleased groans from Scott. The burbling and churning and groaning of his gut keeps echoing out of it. His werewolf metabolism will have no issue polishing off all of that meat and pumping it deeper through his system.

“Anyway, are you going to help me or not?” Damien asks. “That’s why I called you over here in the first place!”

Brian sighs and rubs the back of his head. “Help with what, exactly..?”

Damien jerks a thumb at the tub. “I gotta get him out of here. Apparently, I’m not allowed to run a stall that ‘kills’ people and I don’t wanna get caught by some teacher doing an inspection.”

That explains why Damien has the curtain to this attraction closed at the moment. Brian crosses his arms and sighs. “And why should I help you get out of your own mess..?”

“Because if I get in trouble, I’ll say it was your idea and take you down with me,” Damien retorts, jabbing Brian in the chest. “So help me get your stupid boyfriend out of here.”

Brian sighs again. “Fine, let’s hurry up.” It’s never worth it to fight with Damien on things like this. It’ll be easier to just get Scott out of here before they get caught. Surely people have already figured out what’s going on here and word is spreading, otherwise Damien wouldn’t be this worked up.

Together, the demon and zombie reach into the bucket to help pull Scott to his feet. It makes the werewolf’s guts slosh heavy and shifts the massive weight inside. There’s a deep rumble from his gut, and it’s quickly followed by another roaring “HHUUWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOUUUURRRRRRRRRRPPPPP!!!!” It fills the air with the stench of dead, rotten meat. Brian doesn’t have a strong reaction to it, but Damien’s nose crinkles and he groans as he turns his head away.

“C’mon, Scott, let’s getcha out of there,” Brian says reassuringly as he tries to help the stuffed werewolf over the edge of the bucket. Even with Damien helping him, it’s not easy. Scott isn’t light to begin with and being so stuffed on people is making him even heavier. The two of them pull together, but they’re just squashing Scott’s gut against the wall of the bucket further. It makes the meat slurry inside squelch and churn and works out some more gas.

‘FFFBBBBBbbrrrrrrttttch!’

Scott’s tail flagged up as he let out a trumpeting fart into the air. It’s even worse than his belching, and Damien finally pulls away, covering his nose and coughing. “Ugh, God, that stinks!”

Brian sighs and stops pulling as well. “Just deal with it, Damien. Before Scott--”

Another low rumble echoes from the werewolf’s stomach and he winces this time. “Ooooh...bros, I don’t feel so good. I think I gotta--”

“No, bad dog!’ Damien says quickly. “I know you’re potty trained! Just hold it in and get out of the tub!”

Scott winces again as a louder rumble comes from his stomach. He whines loudly and starts trying to clamor out on his own. His movement is clumsier than usual. Scott had a few weaknesses, like belly rubs and being called a ‘good boy’. Being stuffed was among that list and was making him groggy and sluggish. He’s able to get one leg over the side of the dunk tank’s tub, showing off his furry ass.

Brian blushes a bit as he stares at it. It looks like Scott was only wearing his jockstrap, showing off the muscular cheeks to the world. He was going to question why Scott seemingly stripped down when the tub didn’t even have water in it but...he doesn’t have to.

GGGGRRRrrggggllllrrrgGGGGB~!

The rumbling gurgle Scott’s stomach just let out was much wetter and deeper than the last few had been. It makes the werewolf perk up for a moment, and then his face pinches. “I-I can’t hold it!” he says quickly. “I gotta go..!” Scott manages to get his other leg over the side of the tub, but instead of dropping to the ground and running off, he sits on the edge and grips it tightly. His face pinches as he starts to strain.

“Scott, no!” Damien quickly rushes over to try and pull the werewolf down, but another bassy fart blows out of Scott’s ass and makes the demon just as quickly reel away. It was too late now.

Scott grunts loudly, his entire body shaking slightly. An even worse smell fills the air that makes Brian back up slightly as well. Then Scott sighs deeply. There’s a soft thump from inside of the tank as he begins to unload his bowels, the flow moving much more freely now that he’s gotten started. There was nowhere for Damien or Brian to go in the small, closed off section of the stall that could escape the smell or hide what they were seeing.

Thick logs of shit were snaking out of Scott’s ass with rapid ease, slowly beginning to fill up the tank. There’d be no way to pass off the mess as just an especially large but otherwise normal pile of werewolf shit--bones, scales, feathers, fur, clothes, and other accessories are all baked into nearly every inch of shit Scott forces out.

“How many people did you dunk anyway?” Brian asks, though unable to take his eyes off the show.

“I dunno!” Damien groans. “I was busy counting the cash, not the chumps!”

Brian knew it was pointless asking Scott such a question, so it would have to remain a mystery. Whatever the number was...it was clearly a lot. Scott’s stomach is visibly deflating as he pumps out several feet of crap at a time. It goes on for several minutes--too uncomfortably long for Brian and Damien, but Scott seems to be enjoying it from the way his tail was wagging.

A few sloppy sputtering sounds signals the end of Scott’s massive disposal, the werewolf sighing deeply in content when he’s finally emptied out. He hops to the ground, tail wagging and a goofy grin on his face. His stomach bounces from it, now a round pot belly instead of his normal abs. “Alright, bros, I’m all done!”

“Yeah, we noticed!” Damien snaps. The dunk tank is now mostly filled up with thick werewolf shit, many indigestibles poking out all over. The thick, repulsive stench fills the air, nearly visible as it wafts from the heap. There’s definitely no using the dunk tank anymore.

“Right, let’s get going before someone comes to investigate this,” Brian says. He walks over to Scott to take the werewolf by his hand and guide him away.

“Wait, you can’t go yet!” Damien yells out. “What am I supposed to do when someone sees all this Scott shit here?!”

“Just say it’s your new idea for a dunk tank and hope they buy it,” Brian retorts with a flippant wave of his hand. “The cleaning costs are probably better than what you’d actually get as a punishment.”