#tjhessvore

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?”

C.hase huffs and puffs as he drags himself along the hiking trail through the hot, rocky landscape. He somehow got dragged along on one of T.J’s hikes. Well, not ‘somehow’, he was directly asked and couldn’t think of an excuse before the sad cat eyes hit him and he gave in.

While the otter is lagging behind,  sweating and musky, T.J keeps moving ahead with a pep in his step. C.hase has no idea how he handles the heat with all that fur on him. C.hase is almost jealous.

When they do finally get to the resting spot at the end of their hike, C.hase collapses onto the stone bench with a tired groan. He’s so tired…and even worse than that, he’s hungry. “T.J…can you…get my lunch out…please..?”

“Oh, sure thing, C.hase!” T.J smiles and sits down as well to go through his bag. His ears perk up. “Uh…” He digs around a bit more. “…I think I left it back in the hotel room.”

“What..?” C.hase whines a bit and looks at the lynx. “That’s not funny…” A voice tickles the back of his head as he stares at his friend. Eat him.

“I’m not joking, I—“ T.J digs around some more just in case, but he’s cut off with a yelp as he feels a paw tug on his ear. “Ow, C.hase, stop that!”

“Sorry, T.eej…I’m not getting up without some lunch.” The otter pulls hard on T.J’s ear, pulling him over. T.J yowls this time, bracing his paws on C.hase when he loses his balance. He gets a second to register that he’s staring into the drooling, right gullet of his friend…and then his head is shoved on hard and he’s plunged into the darkness.

C.hase lets out a pleased little groan as he slurps over T.J’s face a few times. His head fits nicely in his jaws. The lynx is screaming into C.hase’s gullet, his hands scrambling wildly against the otter. C.hase takes a wet gulp, shoving himself down his friend’s shoulders as he begins to eat.

Thick swallows echo in the canyon as C.hase works his friend down. T.J’s lean form is a nice fit in C.hase’s throat. The otter is built like a tube so it’s an easy and slick slide down. T.J’s chest slides in and his arms are pinned, then his thin belly, then C.hase is tossing his head back as he slurps up T.J’s kicking legs.

C.hase’s gut slowly bloats out in his lap, filling up with lynx meat. He slowly feels over the bulge with one paw, feeling T.J’s screaming face and shoulders in the bottom of his belly. With a wet, long slurp, the lynx’s legs disappear and C.hase’s maw clamps shut over his feet. With one last swallow, he lets out a low huff and feels the last of his friend sink into his belly.

C.hase settles back on the stone bench now, blasting out a belch into the air followed by a pleased groan. His belly burbles and groans in his lap, tightly wrapped around the curled-up lynx inside. T.J whimpers, kicking and wiggling weakly. C.hase gives his gut a few slow pats, slurping over his muzzle. “Thanks, T.eej…I promise to let you out…later…” An ominous gurgle rumbles out of C.hase’s gut, followed by another whimper from T.J.

A couple of hours later, C.hase is waddling off the hiking trail and down the road to get back to his hotel room. His belly bounces and wobbles before him, half peeking from his shirt with how round it is. The otter is busy picking at his teeth with a tired expression. “Note to self,” he picks some fur free and flicks it away, “eat less fluffy food…”

On his way back, he notices F.lynn is driving past in his truck but stops upon seeing C.hase. He looks the otter over and rolls down his window. “Yo, muskshit! I thought hikes were meant to make you lose weight, not gain it!”

C.hase looks over, rolling his eyes at F.lynn’s comments. “Big lunch.” His belly burbles deeply and he belches wetly. A thick clump of fur comes up and splats to the dusty ground. C.hase groans and wipes his muzzle dry. “You mind giving me a ride back to my room?”

F.lynn scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Fine, get in. Was heading that way anyhow…” He sits back in his seat as C.hase clamors into the passenger side. “By the way, weren’t you out there with T.J? Where is he?”

“Uh…” C.hase pauses, his belly burbling softly. “…he’s still on the trail.” What’s left of him, anyway.

F.lynn looks C.hase over, rolls his eyes, and starts driving. “Whatever, muskshit. Just don’t stink up my truck or I’ll kick you into the dust.” He starts driving, not asking any other questions.

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C.hase hums to himself as he taps on his phone, sitting in his room. He’s gotta get to class soon and he just needs to send out a few messages…

The otter’s belly sloshes and wobbles a bit and he moves his phone to look down at it. “Dude, do you mind? I’m doing something.”

A muffled whine escapes his stomach. The bulge of C.arl’s face is looking up at him, the shape of his curling horns very prominent. He’s an absolutely massive meal for the smaller otter. Honestly, it makes C.hase a little sick to his stomach. But he’s pissed off enough to not want to let him out.

Having C.arl as a roommate seemed really cool. They were best friends and he had money and games, so it was like a dream come true. But the whole room has a we’d stink to it. And C.arl keeps ignoring assignments then makes C.hase help him with. And just this morning, C.hase found out that their entire stock of food was eaten in a munchie binge. The otter wasn’t going to skip breakfast, though.

“If you want out again, you’ll have to wait until lunch.” C.hase flicks the bulge C.arl’s nose made, getting a muffled yelp out of him. The ram is big and bulky so C.hase probably won’t digest him…too much. Especially with this indigestion.

A bubbling belch escapes the otter, making him wince slightly. Something comes up and he has to reach into his maw to pull it out. C.arl’s cap hangs from one finger, dripping in slim. C.hase sticks his tongue out and lazily tosses it aside so it splats to the ground.

“Alright, I’m heading to class. Try to keep it down in there, please?” C.hase pockets his phone and gets to his feet with a grunt. Now that he’s standing, he’s realizing just how big and heavy C.arl is as a meal. And now he’s gotta walk around campus while lugging this around. Great…

It’s a slow waddle to and from classes, thanks to both C.hase’s stubby legs and his massive, ram-shaped gut. And it comes with lots of sickly belches and soft groans and huffs. C.hase also barely fits in his seats during class, having to shove his gut down between his legs.

It’s also uncomfortable for C.arl, who’s packed in too tight and left to whine and complain as he’s sloshed around and roughly squeezed. Especially when he’s stuck between C.hase’s legs and he feels the otter’s thighs squeezing against him. Not to mention all the wet, sloppy sounds…and the fact that he’s pretty sure he’s digesting…and he really hates this.

C.hase really zones out during one class near lunch. He’s not paying much attention, just trying to ignore his indigestion. C.arl won’t stop yelling and wiggling. The otter grumbles slightly, squeezing his gut between his thighs more. It’s a lot more pliable with how much the ram is digesting. It feels like just a good enough squeeze could…

CRNNNCH! C.hase feels his gut cave and his legs really squeeze in. The loud crunching sound that echoes through the classroom makes the lecture pause for just a second. C.hase opens his eyes suddenly and sees everyone looking at him. His face flushes dark red. “Sorry…breakfast.” He smiles sheepishly as some students snicker and the teacher sighs before returning to his lecture.

C.arl isn’t moving or yelling anymore now. C.hase’s indigestion is settled and his gut is getting louder as it sets in to really trash the meat inside. By the time he’s waddling out of class, his belly is sloshing wetly and is looking smaller and rounder. Shit…he didn’t mean to do that…

Now he doesn’t have to worry about lunch at least. But what the hell does he do about food? C.arl was his meal ticket. Ugh…at least he’s clear for today. He’s pretty sure C.arl will even get him through dinner. That makes up for emptying the fridge out, as far as C.hase is concerned…

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C.hase sinks back into his car seat with a sigh, grip tight on the wheel of his car. L.eo won’t leave him alone. He’s got to leave to get to Pueblo but the wolf is holding onto the car door so C.hase can’t close it. He’s trying to convince C.hase to stay in Echo but he can’t. He won’t.

“L.eo, I’m going to Pueblo with me whether you like it or not,” C.hase says, trying his absolute best to sound authoritative. He just needs to drive…

“No, stay here with me, C.hula,” L.eo practically begs, grabbing one of C.hase’s hands between his. The otter doesn’t look at him, knowing he’ll see those sad eyes and he might cave.

“…L.eo…come closer,” C.hase says softly. “A goodbye kiss.”

L.eo’s ears lower but he leans in regardless, closing his eyes. He’s expecting to meet C.hase’s mouth and hopefully whisk him off his feet or make him realize what he’s going to be missing. Instead, L.eo finds his nose pressing into something wet and slick and his eyes open.

C.hase snaps his jaws down over L.eo’s face and gulps hard, dragging the rest of the wolf’s head into his maw. It takes a few gulps and slurps to wedge L.eo’s shoulders into his jaws, but he manages to get there before the wolf starts struggling.

Once he’s starting to work past L.eo’s chest, the wolf moves. He’s careful about it at first, trying to pull away gently. C.hase digs his little fangs in a bit deeper to stop L.eo from taking any progress. When the pulling stops, he begins to gulp again, starting to work his way down the wolf’s soft belly.

By then, L.eo’s legs are starting to lift off the ground and he’s filling up C.hase’s stomach. His legs begin to kick wildly in the air, the realization that this is serious setting in. But the otter doesn’t stop, slurping pats L.eo’s ass and beginning to chug his legs down.

C.hase’s belly fills up more and more, stretching tight to contain the sheer amount of wolf he’s devouring. He has to make his chair slide back to fit his gut without slamming it into his car horn. He can’t drive like this, though, his legs not reaching the pedals.

Figuring he’ll be here a while anyway, C.hase lets his chair lean back as he slurps up L.eo’s lower legs. Once he’s settled and comfortable, he’s gulping down the wolf’s feet and finally sealing him away.

“BWWWWWEEEEEEOOOOUUUUUURRRRPPPPPP!!!!!” A deep belch roars out of Chas. He pants deeply afterward, groaning and rubbing over his gut. Too much meat…too much wolf. “Okay, L.eo…looks like you’re coming to Pueblo with me.”

“Hmph?!” A muffled cry comes from the wolf, but C.hase’s gut is so small and tight that he can’t move an inch. He’s curled up into a tight ball and can’t do anything else.