#ibukivore

L.ouis can’t escape it no matter what he does. He thinks he’s crazy, honestly. He has to be to be doing this. He slowly rubs his hands along the heavy, gurgling gut before him. He’s blushing, so to combat that, he’s got a real mean glare on his face. Not that it’s stopping him. To be this interested in a predator’s stomach…no, not even one. But two of them.

It started at school. He caught B.ill in the act. A pair of kicking legs disappeared down his gullet, quick and rough, like he was trying to hide it. It had just been some random rabbit, and he became barely a bulge in B.ill’s stomach. A quick belch and it was over. B.ill thought he got away unseen and tied to slip off. But that’s when he ran into L.ouis, who’d been watching.

L.ouis did what he always did. He talked big game, made himself look as large and powerful as possible. It usually worked against other carnivores, especially those from the drama club. And it might’ve worked against B.ill—he’d been surprised when he got caught, seemed nervous. But L.ouis couldn’t stop looking at the tiger’s gut, finding his train of thoughts interrupting every time they let out a wet gurgle or squeezed over the rabbit inside. Even B.ill couldn’t help but notice. L.ouis had let him off with a warning and ended it there, thinking that’d be the end…and then it happened again.

L.ouis was certain B.ill did it on purpose. He ate a student L.ouis had been talking to just moments ago. As soon as the poor guy rounded the corner, the lips started, and L.ouis watched another set of flailing legs disappearing down B.ill’s gullet. The tiger didn’t seem nearly as nervous that time. He even made eye contact with L.ouis, grinned at him…offered his stomach. The second L.ouis out his hands on it, felt it churn roughly over a screaming person, he was hooked.

I’m about a month, it had become a regular, private occurrence. B.ill would eat someone and L.ouis would watch. Sometimes, L.ouis would bring them in himself. One time, even, he shoved the poor prey’s face right into that yawning gullet and helped shovel him down. It wasn’t just that gullet that as eating, though. A week into their new life, B.ill shoved a monkey up his ass. The day after that, it was a leopard into his pecs. He showed off with a couple of brothers into his pits. Just the day before, L.ouis got to see that tiger’s cock swallow up a screaming, pleading face. Each and every time, he’d put his hands on the squirming bulges and rub.

He felt powerful. B.ill could eat him at any moment. But he won’t because L.ouis ensures he gets more meals. L.ouis could rat B.ill out at any time. But he won’t because he’s addicted to watching living beings disappear into the tiger. So it continues like that, for a month, and with each person, B.ill gets bigger. His gut sticks out further, hangs down lower. His muscles swell and bulk up, he even grows a couple of inches. L.ouis watches B.ill burst out of more than one set of uniforms and go up another size. He wants to see the tiger shred all his clothes off at once. It’s his new goal…until he gets distracted.

If he’s not at school, he’s working with the S.hishigumi. And it’s during this time that he takes notice of I.buki slipping off quite often. Taking the executive decision to follow after him, L.ouis sees the lion plucking a fox out of the crowd in the black market and swallowing him down in an alleyway. I.buki realizes he was being watched when he feels hands on his stomach. He tries to stammer out an apology, but L.ouis quotes him by pushing down on his gut and getting a massive belch from the lion. The only thing L.ouis is mad about is that I.buki didn’t tell him about this sooner.

From there, I.buki becomes another project of L.ouis’s. One he feeds a bit faster to get him caught up. People go missing in the black market a lot for it. Anyone who’s caught alone, or lost, or ‘new’ is points out by L.ouis and turned into a mark. I.buki takes them down in an alleyway or drags them back to their base to devour. He gets filled up fast in every way he can be. L.ouis makes sure to force meals down, pushing them into the lion’s jaws or pits or down his cock. It’s quite a lot for I.buki, but he would never say no to his boss.

Two weeks after that, B.ill happens to run into L.ouis feeding a pair of kicking legs down I.buki’s gullet in the black market. So, L.ouis’s two seperate lives become very conjoined. Bull and I.buki don’t exactly get along easily, but they put up with each other because seeing that hungry look on L.ouis’s face when they eat makes them happy.

And that’s how things end up the way they are, with L.ouis running his hands along a furry gut. Bull and I.buki are using his bed in the gang’s hideout. They’re both massive—several inches taller, brimming with new muscle, and sporting large, round bellies that are endlessly noisy. L.ouis can’t get enough of it. In fact…he wants more. B.ill and I.buki are wonderful, but he’s found his mind drifting to other carnivores in his life. Wondering how they’d look with heavier guts, thicker muscles, kicking legs and screaming faces disappearing into their bodies. All at his command…

L.ouis winces as his stomach rumbles harshly. He’s been feeling some…strange urges since he started spending his time as the boss of the S.hishigumi. Being surrounded by so many predatory men, listening to them talk about the prey they eat, smelling the meat on their breath or in their lunches…

L.ouis’s stomach rumbles out deeply again, like a stabbing pain. He puts a hand to it, trying to keep his composure. I.buki is saying something to him and he’s trying to listen, but all he can think about is the emptiness inside of him and how to fill it. There must be some way to fill it. He watches I.buki talk, feels himself starting to drool, and his gut growls again. Maybe…I.buki knows how to help…

Half an hour later, a massive belch rings out from the boss’s office. Naturally, the nearest lion—A.gata—comes rushing in. He’s worried someone might have turned on the boss. He’s shocked when he breaks into the room and sees his boss doing just fine, standing tall and proud. His gut is protruding before him, the shape of a lion clearly curled up inside. L.ouis pulls a pair of glasses out of his maw, dripping in drool. He looks at the dark furred lion with a piercing, hungry gaze. He slurps slowly over his lips and his guts gurgle harshly. “Please close the door, A.gata.”

Everyone noticed two lions suddenly go missing. They weren’t missing as far as L.ouis was concerned. They made their presence very well known a few hours later when he was pushing them out of his ass as some thick, bony logs. He groaned and grumbles the whole time and really struggled when their skulls had to get wedged out. Guzzling and gurgling down lions was much easier than squeezing them out. He got a third meal soon after that, bumping into a lion who noticed the horrible smell. He got swallowed down fast, feet disappearing past L.ouis’s lips as he leaves the bathroom. He’s still hungry, strangely enough. But the S.hishigumi has been helping out a lot.

Two more came by to ask about the missing lions and notice L.ouis’s gut rather quickly, much larger and louder than usual. He shows them where their brothers went helpfully. He’s so hungry, getting two down at once isn't too much of an issue, and he’s left beached after that. It’s late by then at least, so no one bothers him.

Another toilet gets filled up the following morning, L.ouis groaning as he pushes out a couple hundred pounds of lion turned shit. He’s starving though. So L.ouis goes around to get some help. A few gulps and slurps later, and several lions have gone missing. It takes a lot of work to lug his stuffed gut back after that, a few nasty belches escaping him. The rest must be out doing work since he can’t find anymore, but five seems like a good number to stop on…

Every lion that comes back that day doesn’t stay around long. L.ouis is flushing them through his system with increasing efficiency. Ten have gone missing by lunch time, with half of them clogging a toilet. L.ouis even slurps down a pair of legs while he pushes a lion out of his ass as a new pile. It’s keeping his stomach well filled at least, finally ending that stabbing hunger.

But by the end of the day, the last of the S.hishigumi is slipping down his gullet. All thirty something members, gone, reduced to deer fat and shit or meat slurry in his guts. A deep belch rumbles out of L.ouis, deer fur on his breath, as he rubs his gurgling guts. The last of them will be a morning shit for sure. But then…we’ll, he’s out of food.