#zootopiavore

I think I got some ideas! Gonna use some guys I haven't got asks for yet.

Little paws rub over A.ngus’s gut as it gurgles out wetly. A small, pleased hum escapes the bear, followed by a thick gulp to send the flailing arm sticking out of his mouth down the hatch. A deep huff comes out soon after, his gut growing out another notch with a wet groan. “Okay...I’m full, Bug.” Very full, in fact. That was about ten people--everyone who had been in the video store once his shift had ended. A.ngus can’t see his boyfriend past his stomach, but he can hear G.regg’s snickering and feel his paws pressing into his stuffed belly. “Suuure ya are, Cap’n. It’s not like I’ve seen you eat plenty more than this!” G.regg’s paws push in deeper, and it makes a wet squelch echo out. It also works out a thick belch out of A.ngus, making some of the DVDs on the shelves rattle around. G.regg snickers again and A.ngus lets out a little huff, a slight blush crossing his cheeks. The bear’s stomach is gurgling harshly, some people still squirming enough in there to bulge it out. But already, some of them have stopped moving entirely, and a liquid weight is starting to build up. A.ngus knows G.regg is right. This isn’t one of his bigger meals by a long shot. But he only really does this to appease G.regg, so the size of his feasts are almost always circumstantial. So long as it doesn’t get in the way of his work hours, A.ngus doesn’t mind, though. Plus...the belly rubs always feel nice. A.ngus figures that the other shift clerk might be in soon, and he still has some digesting to do, so he has G.regg help him move out of sight. The adult video section is good enough, with a curtain to give them a bit of privacy. Not that they’ll be doing anything indecent...yet. For now, it’s just G.regg giving A.ngus’s guts lots of attention and loving, helping the gurgling mass break down all of the live meat still inside. And it steadily shrinks back, letting out harsh, loud noises as it breaks down the random and unfortunate customers who ended up being in the wrong place at the wrong time. And with a bit of time, they’re gut slop pumping through the bear’s bowels. A.ngus’s sweater only half fits over his belly, and it’s still sloshing and gurgling wetly. Especially with G.regg’s paws squishing over it and shaking it around, which gets small, bubbly burps from his boyfriend. A.ngus has to take G.regg by the paws to make him stop, and he leads the fox out of the adult section and out the back of the store. There are dumpsters back there and it’s the only thing that A.ngus can use after meals like this. He wiggles his pants down and, with a bit of help from G.regg, gets himself up on the dumpster with his ass over the edge. With a soft grunt, and a good, hard push, a massive log of shit begins to slide out of A.ngus and into the dumpster below. And once he gets started, it’s easy to keep going. The mass of waste steadily heaps up in the dumpster below, bones and clothes baked into the mess and giving it odd lumps that get little grunts out of A.ngus. It rarely breaks off naturally, only doing so when its own weight drags it down. All the while, G.regg is watching from the front, paws all over A.ngus’s gut as he feels it shrink a bit from dumping the weight. Finally, A.ngus lets out a sigh as he pinches off the last of the mess. G.regg helps him down and he pulls up his pants while the fox looks at the leftover mess. “Woof! Look at all that, Cap’n! Hard to think it used to be a bunch of people, huh?” He looks over at A.ngus with a big grin. A.ngus just sighs slightly through his nose and reaches past G.regg to close the dumpster. “You’re very strange, Bug,” the bear says. “Let’s go home. It smells back here.” He takes the fox’s paw and walks off, knowing that G.regg is going to be all over him for the rest of the night. Not that he minds. He’d just rather be somewhere more comfortable when it happens.

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Chief Bogo makes no hint about how he feels as he looks over files in his office. One would think that it’s a completely normal day for him and...well, it is. But sitting at his desk with a massive, bulging gut before him isn’t the most usual. It was an employee performance review day, and as usual for these days, some officers had to be...let go. Always a difficult choice, though the chief’s stomach didn’t have such issues making them. A belch rumbles out of Bogo but he doesn’t react to it beyond a slurp over his lips afterward. Tastes like polar bear still, which makes sense, given that’s what went down most recently. He’s fighting plenty hard in there, though if he’d made even half that effort in his work, he wouldn’t be down there in the first place. Most officers who take the plunge kick and thrash like nothing else. They don’t often enjoy being reduced to food, especially to an herbivore. Well, not like that’s going to save the bear, or the other officers who went down before him. Bogo knows that none of them will be moving by the end of the day. Hell, they likely won’t even be alive by then. Bogo sets the files he’s pouring over aside with a sigh and leans back in his chair to start rubbing over his gut. “Well, looks like this is all I get today. See how easy it was to just keep doing your job right? Your fellow officers were able to do it!” Several angry, muffled voices yell out at the same time, impossible to understand with the deep, rumbling gurgling on top of that. Not that Bogo really cares. Anything they have to say doesn’t matter. Once he’s done ‘processing’ these terminations, that’ll be the end of it. Though, he is starting to consider if he should be hiring so many...large species as officers. His gut is massive because of it, and he’s just thankful his chair hasn’t given out from under him. He grinds his paws a bit deeper into his stomach, giving another thick belch into the air. He can feel some faint twitching give into stillness down below. That’s one officer down. Just a few more, who are all waning on their energy. Everyone else at the station knows not to bother Bogo at all and instead be grateful no one else was called into his office. The heavy gurgles that just barely get past the door and the occasional roaring belch still keeps anyone who happens to be within ear shot a bit on edge. A reminder of what happens if they can’t do their job well. At the end of the day, when most officers are coming in for the nightshift, Bogo lumbers out of his office while rubbing over his much smaller, rounder gut. Most officers don’t spend long looking at him as he walks off. Bogo has enough decency to take his business to one of the bathrooms and settle himself down in a stall. Though...after his meal, it won’t make much of a difference. The first heavy log that comes slithering out of the chief’s ass fills the bowl instantly, and the buffalo lets out a snort as he simply starts to raise his ass and keep unloading. The officers he ate make for a very large, heavy mass of dung. The logs are nearly a foot thick and packed in densely, with large, tough bones in each one. The toilet gets smothered in water buffalo shit rather quickly, and Bogo steps forward as he just keeps unloading the mass. He grumbles to himself every time he has to strain and push a bit harder over certain awkward shapes stretching him out. But he’s been doing this for long enough that it’s hardly a challenge for him. The stench he’s making is harder to put up with than actually dumping the men off. By the time the last log is dropping out of Bogo, he’s no longer standing in the stall, instead just outside of it and holding the door open. The pile he’s made is half-filling the space. Half-buried skulls and faded, ruined badges among the other indigestibles means anyone who happens to investigate this stall will know which of their coworkers failed the evaluation. Bogo hikes his pants back up and lets the stall door close as he walks off.

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