Party Animals

You walk up to your house, thankfully near campus, having just got off from your last college course of the week. The cool night air blowing quielty down the deserted street. You can see an unusual ammount of lights on in your house, and certainly more commotion than your roommate would be making at this hour. More than likely he invited his gaming friend, who likely invited one of his gaming friend's, who had someone overhear and think it was an open party, and then it snowballed until it became what it is. Your roomate, being as he is, probably either figured it was too much work to shoo the partygoers away, or had to get to his room to play more of his MMO and couldn't be bothered to care who entered the house. At the very least you can tell it isn't the biggest or loudest party a house the size of yours would normally get, but still it is a bit irritating to have to deal with this when you were just going to head to bed before. As you near your door, and idea pops into your head. You had read an article on your phone (since you are done with that class's project due in two weeks already and just waited in the lab room till your next class) and the article was about some drunk guy who crashed a party and ate everyone there. The picture of the guy only helped to reinforce your awareness to your attraction of large flabby tubbos, and since you haven't found anyone to date quite yet that matches your interests, maybe you could wrap this party up, into one delightfully fat package. Opening the door into the foyer and main hall, you try to figure out where to go first. You could check out the sounds of food being messily consumed in the [[kitchen|kitchen]], or go across the hall to other sounds of gluttony in your [[Dining Room|DiningRoom]], or look in the [[Living Room|livingroom]] where you hear your TV running. You also hear commotion from [[upstairs|upstairs]] (likey your roomate and his friend), something happening below in the [[basement|basement]], and you can see two people out in the hottub on the [[back patio|backyard]].

Glancing into the kitchen from the hall, you hear the sounds of someone snarfing food down before you see the large hindquarters of what appears to be a raccoonman eating the entire conents of the fridge. You then notice the equally large profile of a goatman trying to do the same to your kitchen pantry. [[Lets begin|kitchen2]] [[Go back|start2]]

Looking into the dining room you see your dining table covered in party food, or at least the remains of party food. Around the table a portly dogman and bunnyman are currently cleaning up the remnants of food left out. If the ravenous conumtion of the two is any indication, they alone may have had all the food at the table. Come to think of it, why is there food out anyway? You doubt your roommate intentionally organized this impromptu party. oh well, all the better to serve your plans. [[Lets begin|DiningRoom2]] [[Go back|start2]]

Leaning past the doorframe, you peer into the livingroom. On your couch is a short black ratman, watching what sounds like anime, with noticable enthusiasm. Across from the rodent on the adjacent recliner is a far less enthused pigman seemingly taking up as much of the chair as he can. [[Lets begin|Livingroom2]] [[Go back|start2]]

Heading upstairs You thankfully see your bedroom lights still out and no sound coming from within. a quick check confirms at least your room hasn't been invaded. likewise, the bathroom door is open and empty, but Your Roomate [[Timmothy's Room|Roomate'sRoom]] is lit up and sounds of adorable gaming nerds are pouring out of it. The [[Guest Room|guestroom]] is dark, but sounds of loud snoring are competing with the gaming babble coming from next door. [[head back downstairs|start2]]

Walking partway down the basement stairs, you can see the two partly divided "rooms" of your furnished basement. [[The bar|bar]] area nearest to the stairs currently seems to have a couple of partygoers, and on the other side of the basement with you and your roomate's [[gaming consoles|gamingroom]] are two more partiers. [[head back upstairs|start2]]

Surveying your backyard you spot two figures on the patio relaxing in your new hot tub. One of them is a sharkman flexing and posing while across from him a walrusman trying his hardest to not fall asleep. The two males are currently taking up a large portion of the hot tub. You did get that hot tub with the express idea of being wedged between the tub and a tubby gut, so this could be your chance. [[let's do this|Backyard2]] [[Go back|start2]]

peeking into your roommate's room, you see the sole two occupants illuminated by computer screens. Your roommate, Timothy (some call him Tim, including you), is sitting at his computer desk while his bed is occupied by his friend Karbross (most just call him Karb) who is on Tim's laptop. The human and snakeman are both playing some sort of computer game. [[Let's begin|Roommate'sRoom2]] [[head back into the hall|upstairs2]]

Deciding to inspect the dark room, You make out two large individuals on your guest bed. the huge bed barely holding what appears to be a taller than average gatorman, as well as the source of the loud snoring. Next to the reptile is a hippoman clearly trying to rest as well but unable to with his neighbors snoring. You briefly wonder why anyone would attend a party to sleep, but maybe they already had enough party and your roommate told them to crash here. Either way it's decision time: [[Let's begin|guestroom2]] [[head back into the hallway|upstairs2]]

Heading back to the main floor hallway you reconsider your options. You could check out the sounds of food being messily consumed in the [[kitchen|kitchen]], or go across the hall to other sounds of gluttony in your [[Dining Room|DiningRoom]], or check out the [[Living Room|livingroom]] where you hear your TV running. You also hear commotion from [[upstairs|upstairs]] (likey your roomate and his friend), something happening below in the [[basement|basement]], and you can see two people out in the hottub on the [[back patio|backyard]].

Gazing over the railing of the stairs you take in your personal bar. Made over time with the original plan to get your roommate drunk but he rarely drank alcohol and you just kept at it in hopes it would come in use. Finally your bar is being used for it's intended purpose, instead of being a social spot for your few friends at college, inebriating hefty handsome men. The bar is currently seating a rather squat beaverman with a large mug of beer and a taller, skittish-looking bull... no, a cowman... a male cowkin. You have never actually met one of those. [[Let's begin|bar2]] [[head back into the hallway|basement2]]

Walking across to the "gaming room" as your roomate refers to it, you immediately see a rather large, portly bearman playing on one of the Switch consoles. The girthy ursine is leaning forward on one of the half dozen beanbags that serve as chairs for this room, with his toungue sticking slightly out the corner of his muzzle. in the room's corner you are surprised to see a cockroachman (insect-kin are not really common around here), and equally surprised you had not noticed the smell of pot, as the roach lazily takes a hit from a bong and watches the match of Smash Bros play with as much interest as the baked roach can. [[Let's begin|GamingRoom2]] [[head back|basement2]]

Ploppin down on a blue beanbag chair between the cockroach and bear, you get a brief glance from the bear and a slow head turn from the roach as they notice you. "Sup." The bear grunts, obviously still enthralled with the game. "Hey." You respond. "You enjoying my house? I see you enjoy my games." "This yours? Thought it was Tim's. Hope you don't mind." The Bear says, without glancing at you. "Some are." You agree. both you and your roomate have a Switch, after all, and they both have your account and his. "And no problem. I'm glad you enjoy them. play as much as you like." The bear grunts in aknowledgement, and you can't help notice the tanktop he is wearing is much too small, showing off his tubby belly which wobbles at his grunt. As the bear leans forward again, the also too-small shorts of the bear ride down, exposing a large deal of hefty hindquarters under an adorable tail, that wags slightly on occasion. "Yeah... man. ...miss? ...miss-man? ...ah man." The Roach says slowly. "Hope you don't mind... my grass... I have a mecha... mechi... a thing in my pipe that makes it smell less. Hope you don't mind or nothin." well that explains the lack of stink you guess. You notice the roach's eyes drift from you while talking and come back occasionally. How much has he had? You smile and respond, "I don't care. just don't catch anything on fire." you laugh. after a second the roach joins in, with one of his second set of hands holding his chubby scuted tummy. His long antenae perk up as he laughs and droop lazily after. The buggish guy takes another hit and sighs contentedly, three arms laying on his bare belly. You realize that the roach only has a ballcap and shoes as far as clothing goes. Not that furs, scalies, or pretty much any non humans tend to wear as much clothes as humans do, but it still makes you take note of the insect once more. You are almost able to make out the Roach's sheath from the way he's leaning. you look away and wonder why an insect-kin has a sheath. Oh well. You come to realize you can actually smell the bear more than the roach's weed. The warm basement's air conditioner was being repaired and the fuzzy butterball was sweating up a storm enough that you could see a shine on his fur. The smell wasn't really bad, kinda smelled like some foreign jerky. You were half tempted to moosh your face into his oily wobbly stomach, but you had a mission to do. You consider your options. you could just tell the bear [[you find that round tummy of his hot|bear1]]. You could [[turn on the ceiling fan|roach1]] to help cool things off a bit. You could also just guide the stoned roach easily enough into that [[sweaty bear bottom|bear2]]. On the other hand you could show the cockroach dude a video of a [[devious party trick|roach2]] you saw recently.

You decide to be forward about this. "Y'know... That is one hot belly you have there." The bear sputters and his character careens off the stage, losing the match for him. You wince and appologize. After a pause, the bear quietly asks, "D-do you mean it? you think my... my gut is... that it looks good?" You smile up at the uncertain bear and respond, "It's all I can do not to plaster my face into that bountiful blubber." Blushing, the bear looks down at his own gut, then he looks at the screen, then back to his gut, up at you, then said tummy lets out a growl. Looking at the cockroach in the corner he grumbles, "haven't eaten today." "Then you should fill that tank up." You say, placing a hand on the hungry mound. It's softer, and greasier than you expected. Blushing anew, the bear grins at you then puts the controller down. Marching over to the still lazing Roach in the corner, the bear places both paws on the sides of the shorter guy's sides and clamps his jaws over the bug's head. The Cockroach's antenae an arms stiffen, but he is slow to react and a wet gulp pulls the insect into the fleshy tunnel up to his chest. The bear's large toungue slips out from under the roach to slather that potbelly with saliva. The bear plays with that plump paunch with his toungue and you can't help but admire the way the bug's belly squishes around the vigerous tasting. After a while, the bear's hunger outweighs the cockroach's flavor and the ursine reaches forward, grabbing the bug butt and shoves it down into his maw. Closing his jaws, the smaller fat tummy of the insect smooshes down and out, puffing those bear cheeks out, with some fat spilling out between his lips, especially around the slowly wiggling legs. Yanking off the sneakers of his smoker snack, the hungry fuzzball tilts his head back and swallowes again, with the bulge traveling down that stretched throat. You reach up and feel the form of the cockroach slide down, marveling at the feeling of fat sliding under fat. Noticing the bear looking down at you as you feel his chest and the last of the roach enters the blubber bowl that is his belly you grin, slightly bashfuly, and say, "Wow that was hot." Grinning again and wiping the slobber off his muzzle, the bear comments, "if you want I could do it some more." "Yes please!" You agree, barely controlling your enthusiasm. The sweat laden bearman grabs the controller again and puts the game console into sleep mode. "Might play some more after, if you don't mind." "Not at all. Let's go get your belly filled first." Chuckling, the bear rubs his gut, his tanktop riding higher now. "Name's Chad, by the way." He announces. You introduce yourself to him as well, joining him in rubbing the slowly squirming gut. The soft fat and greasy sweat causing a tingle to go through you. You feel some soft pressure along your head and look up. taking his paw off your head, Chad blushes looks away and mumbles grumpily, "So where should be go to get some more grub." You could suggest Chad and you go to the [[Dining Room|bear11]] to see what, or who, there is to eat. or you two could suggest a trip out to your [[backyard|bear12]] for him to cool off, and maybe nab a snack.

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Entering the darkened room, the hippo notices you and rolls onto his side. "Hey. You that Tim guy's roommate? He let me stay here for the night since my stomach was acting up." The gray hippo patted his large tummy with one of his broad hands. "Of course you can. Is your poor belly ok?" you ask. "Yeah. Just gas. I get that a lot. Normally I just have my own roomate push under my bellybutton and I can either burp or... well, fart. Of course I can't do it myself with my short stubby arms." He waves his free arm, and you bet he would have issues even reaching his navel. "Sleeping works too, but well..." He glances behind him as the still, snoozing reptile lets out another loud snore. You can hear the hippo's gut grumbling from the gastromic gas when the nearby gator pauses snoring. Wiping sweat from his brow the hippo adds, "Well thanks for also letting us crash here." You notice that the gator is wrapped up in blankets while the hippo seems to be sweating a bit. The large reptile only slightly smaller than the hippo, you can make out that he is also quite plump. The gator mumbles in his sleep before flopping to his side. the thick tail of the gator and the small brush-like tail of the hippo, as well as their attatched posteriers, are smooshed against each other as the thankfully durable bed barely contains the two massive males. You consider your options. you could [[turn on the AC|hippo1]] and cool off the poor hippo. You ould try to [[press that groaning hippo tum|hippo2]] just like his roommate does to help him. After all, if you minded burps or farts you wouldn't be planning to try and condence a party and probably make out with whatever fatso is left at the end. You also could get a jump-start on the belly fondling by [[rubbing some relaxation oils you have on the insomniatic hippo's stomach|gator1]] to help ease it. Of course, looking at those plump butts smooshed together, you bet you could just grab and [[wrap that reptile rump over the slightly sweaty hippo hiney|gator2]].

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Excusing yourself for a moment, you run to your bathroom in the hall and grab a botle of essential oils you've stored away. After checking to make sure that they are not expired, you take it back to the guestroom. You originally bought them to use on your roommate if he ever needed them, along with other ointments like sunscreen and such. You fantasize once more about rubbing that big round mound of fat and shake your head. That poor hippo needs you! The fact that he is also hefty and you get to rub that delightful chub is just an added bonus, you assure yourself. Returning to the room at last, you quietly call out, "I've got something here that might help your poor tummy, Mr..." You trail off, realizing you never asked his name. "I'm Drew." the hippoman chuckles. "So what have you got there?" Sniffing as you open the bottle, he adds, "Smells real nice." "It's some oils used to help with digestion, bloating, gas, and generally upset stomachs. I don't know all the ingredients, but I know it has cinnamon, ginger, and peppermint oils." You reply. "I thought you ate those as pills or something." He rubs his chin in thought. The gatorman next to him slowly rolls back onto his back, also sniffing in his sleep between snores. "Normally, yes, but these are applied topically. Here you just lay there and I'll apply some." "I wouldn't want to trouble you!" Drew blurts. "No trouble. Truth be told, I'm happy to do it." You omit a few details, like your fat fetish, but you didn't lie. "Well... Okay then." Drew relxes and lays down fully again. As you approach, you realize his only article of clothing is a pair of shorts. getting some of the essential oil cream on your hands, you begin to gently, yet eagerly rub that doughy ball of hippo fat. As you apply the oils, Drew sighs contentedly. You briefly wonder how this is going to help your innitial plan, when you hear some soft sniffing noises nearby. looking over you are surprised to see that the crocodialiankin has sat up, still wrapped in sheets and aparently asleep, and is as eager to smell the sweet smelling stomach as you are to rub it. A thick toungue rolls out of the still snoozing reptile and runs along the soft gray surface. Immediately the comatose crocodilian opens his jaws wide and crams himself to the mass of pachyderm paunch. "Huh?" Drew grunts, opening his eyes to see some of his gut being sucked on by the dozing alligator. Flailing his short arms, Drew is unable to reach the tip of the nearby gator snout. The short arms and hands try to move the edge of the fat dome to reach more, but only get some of the cream residue on them. The gatorman rises his body, while still clamped lightly on the round tum his jaws are slurping before bearing his weight down, causing the well-oiled gut to slip farther into the widening maw of the reptile. Finally able to reach the encroaching snout, Drew shoves against it, but only slip off as those emrald jaws slip under the gray tush bellow. "Sorry, Drew. I wasn't expecting this." You appologize. You *had* wanted one to eat the other, but still. Hefty hippo mass lodged in his throat, the gator finally makes a single swallow, and the hippo rockets down the slick digestive tunnel, flab rolling and wobbling as the oiled snout and slobbery jaws act in tandem to the weight of the hippo. In a flash the wide face and short arms are all that remain out in the open, swiftly joining the rest of the ingested hippo. Messily licking his lips, the Gator yawns and drowzily opens an eye. "What a dream. A lollypop as big as me. I can still taste it." He doesn't seem to actually notice you yet. "Good thing you didn't dream of a pastry, of things might've been a little messier." You say. "Hmm?" He turns to you at last. "Oh. Um, hello. Sorry, I didn't notice you here before. Wasn't there a hippokin here?" "Was, is right." You laugh patting the scaly middle, which is wiggling fiercely. "Oh!" The gatorman gasps. "Umm... What should I do? I didn't mean to!" "Not much to do, really." You reply. "Got to say, I'm impressed you ate Someone as big as Drew there without even being awake!" "You know him? Should I try to get him out?" The gator asks worriedly. "I have a feeling one of you was bound to eat the other. I just didn't expect my stomach aid to decide which." "Oh? Why would you think one of us was going to predate on the other?" The gator asks. "Well, to be honest, I kinda decided I was going to try to convince one of you to eat the other. I hadn't decided which, and then this happened." "Why would you want one of us to eat the other?" The gator asks, shocked. His stomach content agreeing distincly, though muffled. "I have an... atraction to larger males. And I figured I could pit the guys at this party together and date the winner." You admit. You then Add "*And* since this party is being held without my permission or knowledge..." "This could count as a break in. Giving you the right to consume or have a party of your choice consume the tresspassers on your property. But your roommate gave some of use permission. And it's customary to give a warning first." "As I pay for over eighty percent of the property, *legally* he has to ask permission or have previous permission." You grin mischieviously and continue, leaning forward, "While I allowed him to have his friend over previously, I did not allow this party. That all allows me to punish him as well. And as you said, a warning is customary, not nessisary." Putting his arms on his bloated sides, the green reptiles snorts, "You don't really care do you? You just want to~" He cuts off as you rub that scaley stomach. "True. But why are you complaining? You get to have a feast and, if you want, a fat obsessed girlfriend." You retort. "I just don't want to be some mindless predator." The gator twiddles his fingers abashedly. "If you question your actions, I don't think you are. And *I'm* the one that's trying to convince you, so **I'm** the ruthless predator!" You point your thumb at yourself and grin. "Heh. I don't think so." The gator shakes his head. "Got to admit this does feel good. And you seem determined to make a predator of someone, so I guess it might as well be me. Hold on." He stretches behind him, slipping and falling snout first back on the mattress before grabbing a suitcase on the other side of the bed. Sitting back up, he opens it and pulls out a small pair of glasses and puts them on his snout. Looking at you his eyes look huge in the small spectacles. You giggle and say, "Couldn't find any bigger glasses, there?" "I prefer small glasses. I only need them for reading and seeing things clearer at a distance." Reaching back in his suitcase he pulls out a white coat and puts it on. It doesn't really cover much than his arms and some of his back, though. "You a doctor?" You ask, noting the design of the coat. "Soon. I'm training to be a pediatrician." he says quietly. "Really!?" You exclaim. "That is so cute! Big fat gatorman treating kids!" "Yeah. I've been told I'm gonna scare the kids, though." He says sadly. "Nah. And after tonight, you'll be so big and cuddly looking kids will be clamering all over you!" "Really!?" He gasps, smiling happily. "Okay. you convinced me. Sorry, Drew was it? I'm gonna have to make you into fat. For the kids." Drew mumbles acceptance from within. "Thanks, friend!" The gatorman hugs his gut softly. "So, Doc? I should probably ask your name." "Oh. I'm Nepno. Um, uh, pleased to meet you." he says awkwardly After introducing yourself you say, "You ready to have course two?" Gently rubbing his stomach, Nepno blushes and admits, "I've never eaten this much before, but I am actually hungry now." "Your inner predator. Happens to many first time preds." You explain. "Oh yeah. I remember that from Pred Bio 101 a couple years ago. Well, where to? This is your house." "Well... We could go [[next door|Gator11]] to my roommate's room and give him his 'punishment', or down to [[the kitchen|Gator12]] and see if there is anything left or, alternately, anyone."

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Entering Tim's Room, Karbross Looks up briefly and greets you, "Hello! I can't believe it ith that late already. You have a nithe day at clathh?" The snake's lisp as endearing as ever. "Hey." Timothy calls, too focused on his game to look up at you. "Indeed, I did." You reply. "Thank you for asking Karb." The snake smiles sweetly before glancing back at his screen and continuing his game. His tiny arms and hands barely reaching the keys, causing him to hunch in a way that would certainly be uncomfortable for anyone less flexible. Said arms had adorable little cufflinks on them. you breifly muse how if his arms were as long as yours he could be confused for a type of naga. The light from the laptop glistening off the reflective lavender scales, making him the third brightest thing in the room, after the two computers. You take time to note that hanging out with Timothy has given the long reptile a modest beginings of a belly at his center. The sagging sack of scales resting gently on the snake's equivelent of a lap, as the long sausage-like tube that was the rest of his body folded in cute rolls of fat. The long coils of the serpent covered most of the messy bed, with some of his tail hanging off the side and onto the floor. Karb briefly adjusts his blue bowtie before returning to the game. Your roommate was still facing away from you, giving you time to admire his 'assets'. The human was clad in only his underwear, with said undergarments riding low from being a size or two too small now, showing off those aforementioned assets, as well as a deep crack between those blubbery mounds. Glancing up, you take in the spare tire of a gut wraped around his husky body, with love handles cascading over his legs on either side. He had plumped up a decent bit since you met him, and you have subtley encouraged his growth. He unknowingly teasing you daily by walking around half nude, showing off his lard-laden body. You were certain were it not for you being around he'd walk around completely nude. "Ith there thomething you needed?" Karb asked. "o-oh! not really, just checking up on you guys." You respond, wondering if the snake saw you staring at their... excess. "Well it'th nithe to thee you. We've been going at it for a while now, but thith dungeon ith giving uth thome trouble." "Karb!" Tim sudden yells. "You aren't paying attention! You let the mooks get to the crystal! They recharged most its health!" "Thorry. I was jutht trying to be polite." Karbross appologized. "We're gonna wipe now! this was our best run so far! You can talk and play at the same time." "We were going to wipe anyway!" Karb argued, growing annoyed. "Thith dungeon ith thtill new. We don't know the thecretth to beat it yet. I voted to jutht farm matth today and read up tomorrow what other people dethcovered." "The majority of our guild agreed to try and learn this one ourselves. We almost had it, but you had to go and lose focus to flirt. No offence intended Boss." Tim finally looking back to you, addressing you in his usual fashion. "I-I wath not flirting! I wath jutht trying to be nithe! Pluth, it'th been hourth thinthe we thtarted thith dungeon! Look even Arealla Ith calling it for the day!" Karb huffed, putting his tiny arms on his chubby sides, or at least the top of his sides. "Our guild leader is calling it because you let the final boss of the raid get its health back during the final push." Tim continued to stare grumpily at the purple snake. You feel this argument could go on for a while. The two usually were more amicable to each other, but the stress of the long tedious dungeon was wearing on them. You realize that you have an opportunity to put your plan into motion. You could either [[agree with Tim|snake1]], or [[agree with Karb|human1]], likely causing one to eat the other. or since they are so distracted with each other, you could be more direct. One such option would be to [[cram that scaly tail down your roommate's underwear|human2]] and let those thick cheeks take over. Or if you prefer, you could [[slip that scaley tailvent over Tim's feet|snake2]] and watch the blubber boy become a nightime snack for the scaly serpent.

Heading back out into the upstairs hall You see your Roomate [[Timmothy's Room|Roomate'sRoom]] is still lit up and sounds of adorable gaming nerds are still pouring out of it. While The [[Guest Room|guestroom]] is yet still dark, but sounds of loud snoring are competing with the gaming babble coming from next door. [[head back downstairs|start2]]

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You casually reach over and grab near the end of the lavender tube of snake and lift it gently up, taking note of the way the small layer of fat causes the iridescent scales to shift in a slight jiggle over the entire surface. In one steady motion, you maneuver the tail down and under Tim's chair, while the bickering boys still argue, oblivious to your intervention. You then gather your roommate's feet and carefully align them with the small slit signifying the reverse gateway to the purple reptile's digestive tract. You slip those plump toes into the warm, smooth rump with ease. Karbross's tailhole easily stretching over the smooth skin of the human slowly slinking in. You are somewhat amazed that the two are arguing so intently neither seem to notice that one is being eaten, and the other has something being shoved up his butt. Karbross's speech does slow as the feeling of being rump fed slowly seeps into his subconsious. You muse to yourself silently as you watch the reptile's rump claim more and more of the chunky human reflexively. It takes until Tim's own bubble butt is slipping into the snake's slit, and consequently off the thick padded chair seat, that the hefty human realizes what has been happening. "Hey! What gives, Karb!? Let me out this instant!" "Huh?" Karbross mumbles, the euphoria of ingesting the large smooth chunky meal having slowly put the snake in a daze. Blinking out of it he gasps, "I don't know! I wathn't even moving my tail!" "Really?" Tim grunts sarcastically, with one hand over his gut wrestling with the slowly spreading snake slit and the other trying to keep him in his seat. "You accidentally... `*huff*` happened to stuff my feet into your... `*puff*` poot chute while we were arguing? I was wondering... `*pant*` why you were so distracted!" Before they can argue again you cut in, "Actually I did it." Turning to you in disbelief, Tim gapes, "B-but Boss! Why!?" In his distraction, his arm supporting him slips and he slides off the chair onto the floor and a moist, thick pop heralds that bubble butt joining the thick legs into the encroaching intestines. "Simple. You let this big... well, modest, party happen so I decided to quiet things down and to enjoy myself this evening and see if I can convince someone to fit the rest of the party into them." You reply gently, sitting next to your shocked roommate. "N-no. C'mon Boss. Don't get mad. you know I'm super lazy." Tim pleads, tugging at his now trapped other arm as wet squelches sound below his waist. "I'm not mad, Tim. I know you are lazy. It's one of the your many endearing qualities. But I decided to see if Karb's rump would take you, and boy is it ever." Looking down past his gut, Tim whimpers and pleads, "Karb! Let me go! You were right, I was just frustrated!" Moaning at the thrashing human, Karb responds, "If my dear hotht, and what amountth to your landlord, wisheth it, then who am I to dithagree?" Before Tim can plead further, you reach out and take hold of his free arm and pull it away from the roaming reptile rim. As Tim looks to you, you slip it down again, sliding the hand and upper arm into the overstretched orifice. "No." Tim moans quietly. You watch eagerly as Karbross's tailhole slurps up the whimpering human. Tim's cushion-like fat proves to be difficult to slurp over for the tight tailhole, and blubber starts building up around hungry hole. After not too long Tim is deep enough his bellybutton should be entering, yet the fat of his lower belly still remains out of the fleshy prison. Fat has piled up around Tim's face, his double chin encompassed by a swell of chest fat that is threatening to be swallowed by his own gut fat. A sweaty cheek-squished face visible in the swell of fat. "Pthee... I'md too... fffat." Tim mumbles, words mangled from the piled up fat. "H-he may be right. Thorry, Mith." Karb appologizes. "Nothing to appologize for. If you can't do it, I'll have to give up this plan and go to bed. But first, let me massage poor Tim's stomach. It looks a bit squished." You respond, happily massaging the fat you admired, coveted, and helped grow. You ignore the frantic muffled pleading of the fat's owner as you knead and grope the soft hairless pudge. The stimulation, heat, and fear of being consumed has caused Tim to start sweating a decent amount. You can see it pooling around the straining ingress and feel the fat wobbling more freely now that it has been massaged. Deciding to give your poor roommate a little sympathy you lean in, making sure to put your whole weight on his soft sweaty stomach and smooch him on the lips. Or as close as you can manage, with his cheeks in the way. you push harder to get to those lips and feel his body shift. You glance as wide teary eyes give you a final pleading look before the fat rapidly slurps and slides down Karb's rump and away from your lips. With a wet pop, those blushing cheeks are enveloped into the snake's lower set. When you look back up to Karbross, you see he is gripping the bedsheets hard, and panting, eyes rolled back. "That... Wath... Amathing." He breathes. "I've never... didn't think I could... goodneth he feelth tho good in there. I never felt thith full before. Though..." The purple snake trails off, blushing as he comes back to reality and sees you watching. "Let me guess..." You start, leaning on the newly inflated lower middle of the snake, feeling the give that its occupant gives, you continue, "Even though this is the fullest you have even felt... You feel hungry. like you want more stuffed inside you?" Drooling a bit as he glances sidelong at you, he slurps up his saliva before nodding. "Yeth. I want more. You-you thaid that you wanted thomeone to... uh... 'take in' the other partierth... right?" "Not the exact words, but yes. And why do you think I fed my handsome tubbo roommate to you, hmm?" You ask. "Y-y-you want... me? To eat them?" he asks quietly, folding his short arms up to his chest and fidgiting with his hands. "Yes." You agree. A moment of silence passes and sudden resolve flashes on Karbross's face. "If you want peath and quiet I'll try my betht to help. Thank you for choothing me to athitht you! I'll do my betht to contain thith party, and hopefully digetht it quietly." "Why thank you." You reply. Gently getting off the chubby noodle, you ask, "So, where should we start? You know my house. I'll let you decide where we go." Tilting his head, Karb mentally debates between [[the backyard|Snake21]] or to check on the nearby [[guest room|snake22]].

Strolling into your living room, you manage to sit down next to the short rat before he notices you. Jumping a little, the rat, who only comes up to your chest even when sitting, stares for a moment before asking, "Wh-who are you?" "I'm the owner of this house." You respond, smiling. jolting a little, the black-furred rat adjusts the large glasses on his face before saying, "O-oh! I'm sorry! I thought it was that other human's house. Tim? I'm an acquaintance of Karbross. Tim said I could watch his anime and have some snacks." He holds up a small bowl of popcorn that was on his lap. "He is my roommate, but I pay for most of everything." You explain. "I don't mind you staying, and Tim would probably have lent them to you." "O-ok. Thanks." The rat blushes strong enough to be visible through his fur, which highlights that he has freckles under his fur. You notice that his face fur shows light spots over said freckles. "I actually do not own a TV in my dorm, and my own roommate 'doesn't do TV', so I have to rely on others." "You poor dear. You don't have a laptop either?" You ask, sympathetically. "A school issued one. It doesn't have a CD drive. Once my difficult classes are over, I can get a part-time job and buy some stuff, but for now... not so much." "I see. So, you were invited by Tim's gaming friend. You enjoying the show?" You finally glance at the screen and see DBZ is playing. "A classic I see." "Yeah!" The rat smiles goofily, his large inscisors making him look like he has buck teeth. "By the time I arrived he was already here." The rat starts looking at the screen again and points at the large swine in the recliner farther into the room. Taking a look at the hog, you see he had been eyeing you up as well. The pig shifts every so slightly, somehow showing off his gut even more. You can't help but admire the jiggly mass of pig pudge. You also notice from where you are sitting that the pig managed to break a sweat from the minute movement he just did. This pig exemplifies laziness. You bet he's super soft too. While checking out the porky porker, you take note that he has cloved hooves for his feet and most of his hands, though he does have thumb-like additions to his fore-hooves. the two hooved fingers on his right hand drumming lazily on his gut, sending ripples across. These ripples make you notice that his gut has freckles across the top, and his smug grinning face has some too. He knows you are checking him out and he isn't hiding that he himself is eyeing you. You have to make a move. Staring won't get these two to become one, so what's the plan. Glancing around you look for something that could beset one into eating the other... though you doubt that pig will move of his own volition, so it's up to you to find a way to get the rat to go to the pig, one way or another. You look at the TV again. He clearly likes anime a lot, and seems to really be into Dragon Ball Z. Looking at Majin Buu munching down on candy, you think maybe [[you could tell the rat you always found buu hot|Rat1]] (not untrue, you realize). Since the episode was nearing an end, [[you could hide the remote in the pig's navel|pig1]], and let just enough out for the rat to see. You could be a wee bit direct and [[give a rat's ass|pig2]], and the rest of him to boot, to the pig. While childish you could also just [[unplug the TV and blame the pig|rat2]], since the plug is right next to him.

Stepping into your kitchen, the white and red motif standing in stark contrast to the round raccoon sitting in front of your open refrigerator's grey and black fur. His blue overalls hanging loosly on his large frame and the large boots are all the clothes you see on him. You realize he is the plumber that you called for a few days ago. The fat coon is so preoccupied munching noisily on all the food stored in your fridge that he doesn't even notice you. you glance at the tools sitting by your sink. Looks like he might've at least fixed it? Looking adjacent to you, you spy the cream-furred goat eating food from your pantry. Whole loaves of bread shoved into his jaws and swallowed unceremoniously as he reaches farther into the food closet, letting uncooked spaghetti fall into his open mouth, before contemplating the box and shrugging, throwing it in too. You come to realize the ill-fitting shirt he is wearing and the shorts are your school's uniform for student workers. Leaning a little, you spy the badge partly covered by the folds of cloth pushed up from his gut and identify it from the college cafe and catering course ID. That might explain the food, but who ordered it? No mystery why he was still around, looking at how he eats. Probably doesn't leave anywhere food is at without being told or made to. The two fat boys are so engrossed with their gorging you could probably go unnoticed until the food ran out, which is likely to happen soon judging by how they are eating and what little you can see in their respective areas. You decide to use their obsession with food to drive the two fatties into being in a more 'uniform' state. The raccoon suddenly starts reaching for a bottle of chocolate syrup on a nearby counter, all the while guzzling a gallon of milk. You could use that syrup and [[pour the syrup into the raccoon's maw|goat1]] or [[pour the syrup on the greedy goat|goat2]]. You also could just [[feed all the food left in the fridge to the raccoon|coon1]], or [[feed the goat all the remaining pantry food|coon2]].

The moment you enter the room the dog, an unusually colored rotweilerkin from the looks of things, immediately turns to you and his short tail starts wagging. "Hey! This party is great! There's so much Food! I hope there's more! What's your name!" He finishes his rapid-fire question with a mighty belch. "I'm glad you are enjoying yourself." looking down at the red and black furred inflated dome of dog you grin. "I'm sure we could find something else to feed you if the food runs out." "Good good." The dog agrees nodding vigerously, sending some slobber and food particles stuck to the dog's face flying. "Wanna eat with me? Or feed me? Or feed me and give me belly rubs!?" the dog starts bouncing on his heels from excitement. His stuffed tum wobbling up and down doesn't seem to bother him. "And how are you?" You ask the chubby bunny. "Fine." He mumbles, food in mouth before swallowing and adding as he reaches for more, "More food. gotta eat it all first." Both boys are standing around the table so they can get to as much food as possible. The dog's red furred stomach, while large, seems to contrast with his otherwise thin frame. He must be naturally hyper. The fat yellow lapine meanwhile has a physique of someone who eats a lot and rarely exercises. The rabbit's round features jiggle as he stuffs his fluffy cheeks. As the dog tilts his head while eyeing the food every so often you realize any interaction could prove... beneficial to your ultimate goal. Spying a nearby bowl of nacho cheese, you are half tempted to [[spill the cheese on the fat bunny|dog1]] for being rude, even if you admire the dedication to gluttony he has. he probably didn't mean anything by it. You then spot a large leg of wild meat of some sort untouched on a platter. You have the urge to [[play fetch with the doggy|bunny1]]. You realise that the dog might not eat further without you telling him he can, or [[you could feed the pup until the food runs out|dog2]]. The request to [[rub the plumppooch's paunch|bunny2]] is also very appealing.

Walking back to the basement stairs, you again view the two partly divided rooms of your furnished basement. [[The bar|bar]] and [[gaming consoles|gamingroom]] area are still occupied by two party-goers each. [[head on upstairs|start2]]

approaching the bar, you hear the steady thumps of the beaver's tail gently hitting the top of the stool behind him as he stares at the cow across from him, while slowly drinking a beer. You get a moment to appreciate the backside of the beaver, who is clad in construction worker atire, judging from the helmet, jeans, work boots, and red checkered vest. you smile as you see his tail isn't through the tail-hole in his jeans, but above them, allowing you to see his crack as the steady tail whacks send the wide cheeks wobbling. noticing you, the beaver looks you up and down and whistles low. "Now how did I miss a pretty thing like you? No way I'm so drunk I'm seeing things yet." The cow notices you as well and looks down into his mug, blushing lightly. "I heard there was this party around here, and convinced this lug into joining me instead of just staring all nervous like. Found this swell bar and invited him to join me." "I'm glad someone's getting some use out of it." You say, with honesty. "Oh? This is your place? I was told it was some nerdy guy who owned the place." The beaver takes another swig of his beer. "That would be my roommate. I pay for most of everything, but he helps out." "Gotcha. Hope you don't mind us." He looses a burp before adding, "Nice stock by the way." "You can stay no worries, and thanks." You say. Afterwards the beaver turns back to the cow, tail thumping again, and the bovine tries his best to shrink into himself and his mug. The male spotted cow looming over the average height of the beaver (for his species anyhow) and even taller than you by a fair margin, he was clearly timid. His overalls and straw hat as his only clothes, you also note his hind legs look like a wild cow's legs, including hooves. You linger on the overlapping tummy gently smooshing the top of his udders. The fat pink gland hanging down over his stool looks so soft and squishy. You wonder if male cow milk differs from a cowwoman's, and also if cowfolk milk differed from wild domesticated cows. You never bothered to find out before. Looking back at the beaver staring intently at the cow, even as he gulps more beer, you see him lick over his buck teeth. You realize now, even without your intervention, someone would have ended up inside another tonight. This beaver pegged the poor nervous cow as prey from the start, and the cowman might have realized now that he's trapped in the corner of a basement. You could always just sit back and let everything sort out, but where's the fun in that? You quickly think of your options to speed along this path of gluttony. You could either [[get the beaver smashed|beaver1]], or [[get the cow sloshed|cow1]], and see what happens from there. The cow is a nervous wreck, so if you were to [[sit next to the cow|cow2]] who knows what might happen. You also notice that the beaver liked the way you looked, so if you were to [[sit next the the beaver|beaver2]] you bet he'd try to impress you.

After a quick change in the downstairs bathroom you are wearing pool and hot tub worthy apparel. Opening the sliding-glass door to your back patio, The two men turn to look at you. The sharkman gives a huge grin, and flexes, showing off both his teeth and impressive muscles. Your eyes drift to his slightly round midsection. It's the kind of stomach from someone who has a huge appetite but tries too hard to suppress it. You are kind of an expert on identifying tummies. The shark is doing his best to be as much the center of attention as he can, posing and grinning like crazy, as he calls out, "hey babe! I was worried this party wouldn't have any ladies. The whole reason I came here was to talk to some dudettes and see if any would want to be lucky enough to date me." He puncuates the staement by bulging his biceps as much as he can. "You are certainly... confident. Why don't you have a girlfriend already?" You ask, walking over to the hot tub. "Most ladies are sensitive little things, and my manliness gets to be too much for them. They say things like I eat too messily or too much, or something. But I can't help it. I need lots of food to fuel this bod!" "I'm sure you do." You knew it. He has the appearance of a musclehead jock, but the hidden habbits and personality of a glutton. There may be hope for him yet. "Hey. Let the little lady into the tub." The walrus huffs. As you climb into the hot tub, you take a moment to look over the walrus, realizing you will have the shark in your face for most of this encounter. The tusked tubby has a fine gut, and you spot that he has a tail for his lower half instead of legs, while the shark has legs. The walrus is only wearing what appears to be a sailor's vest and a hat with a cute little boat wheel on the front. The walrus lazily scraches the thick stubble along his face. He looks a bit older than most people you'd find at a college party. Seemingly sensing your thoughts, the walrus says, "Some young bug boy invited me here and I agreed without thinking. Didn't want to be a liar, so here I am." "I see." You manage to respond before the shark pulls you beside him. "I heard some nerd talking about the party and knew I had to show up! No way I could let any poor lady have a party with only some geeky nerds and no buff hunks to look at. I thought for a while that only dudes were here. Now I can show off my amazing ath...athlete..." He droops a little and stares off as he struggles to think of the word. "Athleticism?" you offer. snapping his fingers and pointing at you, his smile returns and he cheers, "That's the one! A smart babe, too! I love it!" You smile, you have to admit he has some charm. An idea pops into your head as the shark continues to talk about himself. His confidence and desire to show off to you could be used to your advantage. Mulling over some ideas you think about some of your favorite ideas. Now to choose what to say to him... ["[[Show me a fancy dive onto that walrus's gut|walrus1]]"] ["[[Show me your best sumersault|shark1]]"] ["[[Do a cannonball|shark2]]"] ["[[Use that Walrus's gut as a diving board|walrus2]]"]

"Why don't we go out to the backyard?" You suggest to your new bear buddy. "The cool night air might cool you down some, and I know there was some 'snacks' out there you might enjoy." "Hmmm..." The bear rumbles, rubbing his tummy. "I Would like to cool down some. And I *could* go for some more snacks." You grin as you notice the grumpiness that was present in his voice faded immediately. "You don't handle being embarassed well, do you Chad?" Turning around to head up the stairs abrubtly Chad huffs, "I don't know what you are talking about." You can see his round cheeks are red even from behind and giggle. "It's cute, honestly." Turning around with wide-surprised eyes, he asks, "Really?" He sounds so unsure and cute you have trouble not giggling again and just nod. "W-well ok then." he tries to go back to being grumpy, but it falls flat and he looks around "So, the backyard is...?" Chad trails off. Now at the main hallway of the ground floor you lead the way to the outside, partly sad you don't get to watch that wide fuzzy rump as Chad lumbers along. Getting outside You and Chad spy a somewhat muscular sharkman whose jaws are wrapped around the widest part of a very fat goatman's belly. The shark is standing in your hot tub, posing, while short stubby hooves flail about overhead, causing the generous rump on the ungulate to wobble about. With a mighty swallow, the goat gut is squeezed down, blubber pooling around the comparatively thin legs and swallowing them up, as the shark does the same to said blubber. Finishing his meal, the shark settles down into the hot tub, smiling toothily, he looks over and cockily shouts, "Feel free to come and join that other fatty, you delicous looking bear. I can pack you in here too! And afterwards you can marvel at my sexy bod little miss." He finishes his statement with a wink followed by a belch. "I got to get that guy in my gut before he keeps talking." Chad mumbles, his grouchy mood resurfacing, but less forced this time. [[[let Chad handle this|bear12a]]] [[[Suggest luring out the shark|bear12b]]] [[[have Chad take advantage of him sitting|bear12c]]]

Leaning forward, you put your hand under your chin and say, "Y'know, I always found Majin Buu kind of hot." Whipping his hed around, The Rat asks, "Really?" "Yeah." You continue, ignoring the pig's attempt to get your attention with his own handsome bod. "Big, round, soft, **fat**." You emphasize the last part, glancing aside to him with a smirk. The rat looks down at his tiny tummy, back to the anime, back down to himself, glances over to you, and then looks over to the pig who is still trying to get your attention. "I'm tiny in pretty much all regards." He mumbles quietly. "Maybe you just need... a better diet." You say also quietly in his ear. Looking up to you from his side of the couch, he looks back down to his stomach. He looks back up just as Buu is turning someone into candy and about to eat them. Glancing over to the hog on the other side of the room, he licks his lips. Turning back to you he politely asks, "Would you mind holding this?" He hold up the bowl of popcorn. You smile and take the small bowl and watch as the short rodent slides to the edge of the couch and hops off. Dusting himself off he walks determinedly over to the now exhasted porker in the recliner. Briefly looking back to you as if for permission, you nod and he grabs ahold of the pink gut before him. The huge mound of fat nearly as tall as he is. Taking an experimental lick, the rat moans quietly. "Wow. wild bacon has nothing on this!" "Hey. I'm not food, you know." The pig huffs. "Sorry. But you are going to have to be. I have a chance to maybe impress a beautiful woman and maybe not be so small anymore." The rat appologizes. "Hmm... it is too much energy to try and stop you. Let's make a deal. If you can eat me, cool. You get bigger and the affection of our gorgeous host. If you don't..." He grins causing large dimples in his rounded face, "Then you feed yourself to me and I get to impress her. that way she gets a big handsome guy regardless, and one of us gets a meal." "Well... ok... you seem awefully confident, but also too lazy to try and surprise me either." The rat mumbles. "Of course. I've rarely had to do anything myself. And I don't plan on starting. Quite the opposite in fact. So, we have a deal?" The pig barely lifts a forehoof up on his gut. Shrugging, the rat cautiously reaches over and takes the hand of his rival predator. After a moment he realizes the pig won't put in any effort to shake the hand and does it for the both of them. "Very well. I'm Larnar, and I might be your predator tonight." "I'm George. I'll be nice and let you choose how you feed me once you give up." The pig snorts. Huffing a bit, Larnar grabs at the mound of pig fat again and ``*glomphs*`` onto it. Slathering the large ball of fat, he mashes the malleable mass towards his stuffed cheeks in an attempt to cram more of it in. Watching with mild interest as his gut is massaged and slight progress is made by the smaller male, George yawns and says, "Are you curious why I don't mind you trying to eat me?" "whuf?" Larnar mumbles, letting some pudge slip out of his maw. "Because, little Larnar..." He starts, and after notcing a look from the rodent on his gut, adds, "Sorry, I didn't mean offense. I was refering to your weight, not height. Anyway, I figure you are incapable of eating me. You are currently fueled by my natural deliciousness and the allure of another taking interest in you. But I was watching when you entered here. You deliberately took small portions of snacks, and one of the smallest bowls for popcorn, even stating that it would be 'more than enough'. This leads me to believe you are not capable of eating large portions. And I am a very large portion." He snorts a chuckled out at that quip. Larnar stares wide-eyed at the hog. Looking over the large pink ball of pudge, he gulps instinctively, only sending ripples of the pink fat. To the rodent, that ball of fat looks near endless all of a sudden. Walking up to the drooling, nervous rodent, still latched to the lower section of the stomach, you rub the back of his head, and as he perks his ears you say, "Have you ever tried to predate before? I've read it is very different from regular eating. Most who have reported after predation that you can eat more mass with prey than regular food. It's the opposite for some, but look at how far your cute little jaw is stretched. I bet you could get this handsome hog into your belly if you try." "Hey. No fair helping him." The pig pouts. "And he seems to be sensitive about his size, just to let you know." "Oh. Did that upset you? I think your height is cute, personally. I find both big and tiny things cute. I'll try to refrains from mentioning it if you want." You appologize. Letting out the bit in his mouth, Larnar replies, "I am a little sensitive, but you say it affectionately. I don't mind that. Not used to it, but it's better than being mocked that's for sure. Thanks for looking out for me, George. I feel bad trying to eat you now." "Nah. One of us is gonna eat the other. I just don't feel the need to be mean about it. I know how it is. Not about the size thing personally, but I can relate. Just do your best to eat me. If you fail, then do your best to feed me." He chuckles again. "Okay. I will. Thanks again, though. I won't mind if you do end up eating me, I guess. But I want to be bigger, so here I go again." Once more, Larnar latches on, finding it difficult to get a grip on the slippery stomach, he restors to mashing his face down, tring to force the fat into his jaws again through force. Looking up to George, you say, "Thank you for informing me, as well, George. I wasn't paying enough attention. While I do hope you end up as rat fat, I want you to know I find you attractive as well." "I know. I look forward to you cuddling my fat, whether that be on my body or on his." George replies. "As thanks, I won't interfere at all with your bet here. I don't think I cheated by the way. He should be allowed to be as confident as he can for this to be fair." You lean on the pig's gut, looking over to Larnar, who is finally back to where he was. "Fair." George agrees. "I wasn't trying to psyche him out, just inform his why I felt confident myself." With a shove the struggling rodent's jaws widen further, and the fat ripples around the stuffed maw. Little paws try to cram more in, but the pliant pudge slides around his paws, slowing progress. The tiring rodent breathes heavily through his nose as his cheeks wobble with the fat currently stuffed within giving him a chipmunk look. A short shove and wobble later, something gives slightly more, and Larnar blinks, his inscisors sliding into the deep navel of the pig. Thinking for a moment, and drumming his fingers on the soft stomach, he makes an attempt to nod before sliding back and down with his maw. The hooked bellybutton stretches some, but the layers of fat pooling at the edge and the length of the teeth keep the top of his jaw firmly in place, while his lower jaw continues to stretch down and around the fat pig. "Clever. Looks like I may have underestimated your predatory skills. They sure trump your regular eating prowress." George admits, sounding calm, but looking slightly nervous. As the sweaty rump of George nears the slobber filled tunnel a couple of pops are heard from Larnar's jaw. Larnar winces and a couple inches of pork blubber slides out again. Looking up over his gut a bit, George sighs. "Hey, Gorgeous? Mind giving the kiddo a massage along his jaw? He clearly isn't used to predation yet, and I'm kinda big." "Sure." You agree and gently massage along his sore jawline, helping the muscles relax and the flexible bones and tendons to loosen up. "This is going to help him eat you, you know, right ham ball?" "Yeah. It'll be close, but I kind of figure I've already lost at this point. Don't want his first real meal to be unpleasant." George looks away, sighing again. Larnar mumbles around the pink marshmallowy fat. "I think he said thank you." You hopefully translate. The black rodent gives a thumbs up before continuing along the porker. As larnar moans from the taste of the butt blubber, George calls out, "If you are going to continue can you tuck my legs in? I don't want my legs to be pinned up my sides." Larnar gives yet another sign of affirmation, but his arms are not long enough to reach the short legs of the hog with all that pig fat in the way and his jaw limiting his movement. "I'll get them." You say, sliding down and under the two males to gently tuck in the stubby hamhocks into the drooling maw of the ratman. "Nice ass." You say, appreciating the pig's natural cusions. "Thanks for noticing. Hopefully Lar here inherits it." George chuckles. After a while, those pink mounds compress, and the fat rolls wiggle as if in protest as they too slip into the dark wet abyss. Taking a big gulp, Larnar's cheks deflate some and his neck buldges some more, but George doesn't seem to move much, then all at once he starts sliding into the surprised rodent's maw all on his own! "L-looks like my weight is finally working against me. Uhh... C-could I maybe get a consolation kiss, Gorgeous?" George whimpers. "If Larnar here doesn't mind. You are this cutie's meal, after all." You reply. Larnar gulps from the combination of pressure and bashfulness from your comment, sending the pig plummeting down his esophagus, and his face swiftly slips into those stuffed cheeks. Holding his stomach tightly, Larnar grunts and opens his maw again, and the saliva and sweat soaked swine's snout slips into view, with his checks smooshed overs his face and surrounded by rodent maw. While squeezing his gut, Larnar nods slighty to you. "Thanks, my dark-furred friend." You say, tempted to smooch the rat first, but realizing he'd probably gulp the rest of George on reflex. Giving the cute porker a gentle kiss you smile down at the hog. "That was better than I could have thought." George sighs, seemingly calmer now. "Before I... go... would you have dated me in some other situation?" "Of course." You reply without hesitation. George sighs contentedly. "Ok, Lar. Go ahead." He says calmly. One wet slurp later and the defined bulge of squished pig face slides down the black fur of the rodents neck. After catching his breath, Larnar grins up to you from the floor, where he collapsed from the weight of the huge hog now inside him. "I can't believe I did it! I ate someone!" He exclaims, belching. "'scuse me." He blushes. Shaking your head, you laugh, "Please, I find all forms of hedonism attractive in guys." "Yeah? ...But now that I think of it... he more resembled Buu than I do." patting the stuffed stomach that is already larger than it's owner you grin. "Give it time." "Wow I'm stuffed! My belly is bigger than I am tall. I've never... ever been able to eat much. I'm gonna get fat. Wow. Thanks for Encouraging me. I would never have thought I could do this on my own." Larnar grins warmly. "Of course." You reply, then add, "And I happen to know that there is plenty more you can eat left." Going wide eyed, Larnar gasps, "Oh no. I could barely manage George here!" "He was your first attempt at predation. And look how much you ate on your first try!" You encourage. "Yeah, but I feel full, and I don't think I could take much more." The rat rubs his stuffed stomach protectively. "I think you could. I saw how you looked when you were tasting George. That was the look of a glutton!" "R-really? But that was one huge meal. I just don't think I-" "No second guessing yourself!" You interupt. "You'll never know if you don't try. You said you had trouble eating much in the past. Now you have the opportuinity to turn yourself into the handsome glutton I know you can be. If you want to quit now, I won't stop you. But if you want to try and test if you can turn a whole party into rat pudge, then you should go for it!" Larnar struggles for a minute or two and finally manages to stand. After waddling over to the couch he grabs it for balance and to catch his breath. "Would you think less of me if I wimped out?" He asks, meekly. "No. This is new for you. Maybe even scary. You have no idea how many or how large the rest of the guys in this house are, and are unaware how much you can physically stretch. I wouldn't want you to pop, if you felt like you were getting too full I'd want you to stop anyway. You've already done more than I should have asked for, regardless of my attraction to tubbies. Hell, I don't even know if you want to get fat really or if you just wanted to impress me. I know your body wants to be plus sized, but as for what you want I don't know." You gently rub the black soft fur of the round rodent. "I don't hold fear against anyone. So don't worry. Just do what you want to do." Taking a wide stance to stabalize himself, the short rodentkin steels himself with as much resolve as he can and looking to the half-filled bowl of popcorn, and dumps it into his mouth all at once. Gulping the fluffy. salty puffs down in one gulp, Larnar licks his lips. Thumping his chest, and burping quietly, he says, "Alright let's do this!" You lean in close and ask, "You sure? If so I suppose we could go to either [[the kitchen|rat11]] or the [[dining room|rat12]], since they are the closest rooms." "Good idea!" Larnar agrees.

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A grunt of surprise rises out of the coonkin as he snaps out of his food haze and realizes someone is touching him. Glancing up from his (technically your) milk jug, he looks at you in surprise. Those fuffed out cheeks swallow the dairy contained withing and a thick toungue slathers around his muzzle cleaning it of a portion of the food debris and milk covering it. He then notices you holding a slice of cold pizza up to him. "Looks like you could use some help finishing the rest of my fridge." You offer. A smile spreads over his muzzle as he encases the entire slice in his maw, and covers your fingertips before gently sliding off, wiggling his eyebrows at you. He lazily slides over so you can access the refrigerator easier, though you still brush against his gut. From the look of things you are both mutually okay with this. Over the course of about five minutes you stuff the raccoon with cold food and beverages, most of which are decidedly fattening (originally bought to promote your roommate's growth) and greasy. The raccoon is a messy eater, but takes moments to clean his muzzle a bit. Once the feast of foodstuffs is gone, the raccoonman belches and slaps his gut. "Thanks for the assisst. This is your house? I fixed your sink. Hope you don't mind me, ah, helping myself to your food." The coon's ears flatten and he blushes lightly, suddenly embarrassed. He continues, "I saw the party and a couple of guys eating their hearts out and kept thinking about it while I worked. I Kinda got carried away." "Oh, don't worry." You say, gently patting the large gray gut, still largely exposed by the oversized suspenders. "I do have an idea how you can repay me if you want." You smile and wiggle you own eyebrows at him. "I do have to ask why your overalls are so loose fitting though." The raccoon blushes and smiles lustfully. "Oh I like the sound of that, heh heh. And I got this as a hand me down from another coworker. He's a rhino. I just cut off some of the leggings and kept the width as is in case I kept growin'. I eat a lot, so I figured it was inevitable." As you as about to tempt the raccoon into predation, you see something large and cream colored out of the corner of your eye. you look over, and the raccoon follows suit, as the goat, who apparently also finished his meal slurping up the spilled food on the ground. You smile at the amusing desplay of gluttony, thankful you clean the floor regularly. The goatman wanders closer and closer licking up the food, until he is slurping up the denim overalls of the raccoon. "Hey." He calls. The goat is either unaware or uncaring to the coon's objection, as he licks further up, until he hits belly fur. The goat moans from the taste of raccoon and crumbs of food. A couple more licks and the ungulate's short muzzle pokes into the raccoon's deep bellybutton. The goatkin suddenly smells food further in the dark tunnel and thrusts his head further in, causing a ripple of soft pudge around the navel. You playfully poke the donut shaped fat pooling over the gray stomach's zenith. Gripping the fat legs of the procyonid, The stout goat burrows in further, sliding in up to the shoulders. The grease smeared stomach assisting in the goat's gut diving. Hooved feet clop quickly on the floor as the chubby cream glutton wedges himself further and further to get at whatever lies deeper in the raccoon's innards. "This feels so weird." The raccoon mumbles, hands spread behind him to keep himself propped up. "I didn't even know I could do this. I've felt the back of my bellybutton... it's not **that** deep, so ''how'' am I doing this!?" As one plump paunch pushes into the other, you respond, "Your body is going through an autopredationary reflex." You smile as the raccoon stares at you in confusion. "Your body sensed food, prey food to be precise, and now our yellowy friend here is slowly worming into your stomach." "Wait. So I have some kind of hole connecting my gut to my bellybutton?" The raccoon questions, concerned. "Only when you intentionally create the valve or it is formed through reflex." You clarify. "It's a preatory adaption. Most think it's a modified part of the body left over from when the umbilical cord was attatched, but most reptilekin, anphibiankin, etc also posses the adaption, even when bellybuttons are not present." "Are... you a predation teacher or somethin'?" He asks. "No. But I did take a few predation classes to learn more about it. Plus I got to watch videos of so many tubbos." You blush lightly. "Like us fatties, huh? I figgured, but still." Looking down at the gray dome covering over half the goat's own gut, he adds, "Hey, he stopped." "I thought you said it felt wierd." You tease. "Well, yeah, but food is food, and he shoved himself in there so he's food!" The coonkin grumps at the stationary rump barely visible over his flab. "Here. Lean forward." You go behind the raccoon and lift up on his hind end. The procyon yelps in surprise as he is fondled and lifted forward. The limp legs of the goat touch the ground again, and the weight of the raccoon weigh down, forcing him into a squat as his round rump squishes into the floor. The soft gray flab slowly oozes over the goat, until the twitching tail disappears behind the small sea of stomach fat. Moaning, the raccoon says, "Wow. That was nice." Looking behind to you he adds, "Feel free to do what you want back there. I am eagerly at your mercy." He wiggles his eyebrows up and down again. He quickly jolts as you take him up on the offer be squeezing the nearby coon ass and junk. You'd also grope the belly but there is overalls over all the fat before you, although you could... You reach up and under the wide leg holes of the overalls to better grope at the plump procyon. "wh-whoa." He gasps. "Didn't expect that to work. Always got slapped when I tried it before." "I have no problem with being forward. Speaking of, remember my request?" You ask. "Huh?" He mumbles, drooling lightly from the attention. "Oh. Right. You wanted something from me for the food I ate? Tell me this is it, cause by all means I'll 'pay you back' as many times as you want." "No. tempting though." You admit. "I was wondering if you'd like to eat some more. Specifically the other party goers. You already got a head start on it though, so I'm rewarding you." You lean on the soft denim covered middle as you contnue playing with the fat raccoon plumber's tools. "I get to eat and get rewarded for it! Oh hell yeah!" The raccoon cheers. "And my reward is quite... inticing." He breathes heavily. "Though I would feel bad if I didn't ask you to umm... date me first." "Let's call this a dinner date then. And if it eases your worries then you are now offically my boyfriend." You introduce youself to him, only now begrudgingly removing yourself from his girth. "Sweet, Name's Chip. So, Bright Eyes, where to?" he asks. "Bright Eyes?" You ask. "Yeah. First thing I noticed about your were your eyes. I could just look at them forever." Chip sighs. You blush at the unexpected sweet comment. "Ahem. Well, we could try out the [[living room|coon11]], and pick up a snack, or go to the [[basement|coon12]] and see what's available." You suggest, trying to stay on task and not think about what you want to do to the somewhat slobbish fuzzball.

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"Why don't you use that fat walrus's gut as a diving board and show me what you can do, big guy." You challenge. The walrusman huffs quietly but makes no attempt to move. "You got it babe!" the sharkman cheers, posing again and unintentionally sticking out his small round tummy. swiftly wading to the wide walrus, he calls out (far louder than needed), "Hey old man! I'm gonna put that ball of fat to use and impress the hot babe with my awesome stunts and stuff!" You blush a bit at being called hot, unused to anyone so outwardly commenting on your looks. "I'm not that old, fishstick." the walrus huffs, still not resisting as the shark rather easily climbs up onto his stomach without waiting for permission. "Hey. No need to be that way." The shark pouts, revealing the sharkman to have an overbite. He quickly goes back to smiling and posturing atop the gray dome. "Whatever." the portly pinniped mumbles. He clearly had no desire to argue with the boastful fishkin. The blue-skinned shark bounces once on the round surface, causing it to jiggle and ripple like mad, then once more (with a pose and wink this time) before visbly preparing to leap off the next bounce. Grinning and leaning farther back, the wobbling walrus watched as the sharkkin's feet hit the curve of his lower belly, and the momentum carried the surprised shark facefirst into the hottub's walls. You wince at the impact, leaning to make sure he was ok. Luckily you had the outer sides of the hottub made with a flexible, and thus softer, material than normal so the shark was dazed but not really hurt. You are surprised when the blue shark suddenly slips away at a modest clip. You glance and see that he is rapidly vanishing into the walrus's tailpipe. The sharkman barely has time to yelp as the thick tail of the walrus rises, and he slips from view. The tail lowers and you can spot wide tiny eyes peering from the gaping manhole of walrus ass. A wet `*squoosh*` sound heralds the egress contracting to a normal-looking, if not puffed out, butthole. The tightened tailhole pulses oddly, almost like it was chewing its food, before sucking itself in so as to not be puffed out and opens about half as wide as before showing nothing but slick internal walls and quick as it opened, the hole closes looking as plain as any bum would. The walrus sighs in contentment. "Wow. that was something." You grin and rub the now actively moving mass. "Ah. Yeah. Hope you don't mind lass. I just couldn't help it. A meal presenting itself to me like that." The walrus scratches his stubbly cheek with one flipper-hand. The rough white whiskers make the scratching much more audible than most animalkin would have. "Are you kidding? I was hoping one of you would end up in the other, but that was great!" Grinning again, the walrus laughs, "You've got spunk, lass! I like it! Not to mention good taste in pasttimes. I am a frequent predator when not at sea." "That explains how you slurped him up so fast. You are smaller than someone with your skill at predation should be, I'd wager." You muse. "Yeah. I'm a fisherman by trade. on the boat for long times. Wanted a change in pace, so I've been studying to be a marine biologist. Met that roach-fellow I mentioned before there at college. Always loved the sea. Don't care if it's cliche for a pinnipedkin to love the ocean. I just do." "Hey, no qualms from me, big guy. I like to sea plenty too." "Name's Seton. I wasn't lying to that fishstick, by the by. I **am** older than most college students, but my white hair an' whiskers makes me look older than I am." Seton extended a flipper. Shaking the appendage, you note that the flipper is sepperated in parts that resemble fingers. After the handshake the flipper rests on his struggle-filled stomach, lazily rubbing and brushing the white hair trail going down the front of the expansive tank. glancing up to meet the curious look in the walrus's eyes you say, "Since you are such an experienced predator, you may be interested to know I planned to have every single male in my house end up inside a single gut by the time I go to sleep." Raising a bushy brow, Seton smacks his lips, "I certainly am, lass. I would very much like to indulge on this here party. Only ever got to eat like this once before. Can't wait to gorge myself!" The pinniped grinned, calm composed demeanor dropping as he salavated and laughed greedily. As if suddenly remembering you were there, he coughs and smiles bashfully. A bright pink hue spreading over his cheeks and stomach as he appologizes, "sorry about that. I get carried away when food, especially wiggling food is involved. Doubly so for big meals like this. Hope my episode there didn't unsettle you." "No worries." You say, rubbing the furry streak on the walrus gut. "I love watching guys pig out. Feel free to be as gluttonous as you want. With any luck there will be just me and one very bloated walrus left in the house in an hour or so." "Oh I plan on making that happen. wasn't planning on coming here to gorge, but I certainly won't pass up the opportunity." Grunting the walrus sits all the way up in the equivilant to a standing position for him. "So, lass, where should I haul my cargo to catch my next meal." He laughs, adjusting his hat and spinning its little wheel. "Hmm... well, we'll need to go in to find you more 'imports' so we should start either [[upstairs|walrus21]], or in the [[living room|walrus22]]."

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You decide to let Chad decide how to proceed. The bearman adjusts his tanktop, failing to pull it down, and marches over to the hot tub, and lunges into it. water splashes into the air as both males fall under the surface of the large tub. Well, mostly. After just a few seconds the now pantsless rear of your brown bear friend's rump rises up, with a familiar set of jaws wrapped around the ample middle of the brown bear. Winking at you, the shark grabs at the bulging middle and squeezes it towards his jaws, shoveling more and more bear blubber towards his expanding gullet. cheeks puffed out, and with his many teeth leaving sharp, thankfully not piercing, creases in the fuzzy brown fat. You find yourself transfixed watching that big bear butt slowly sink into the shark that gradually is surrounding him. Before you know it, the shark had pulled Chad's legs forward, compressing them into his own puffed out paunch, and soon after, just a thick tush and stubby tail outside of the sharks smiling jaws. A quick gulp later and all that bear is sent to join the smaller fat mammal within the soon-to-be fat fishman's gut. lounging on the edge of the hot tub, the bloated shark belches loudly and laughs, "C'mere and help me turn these fatsos into more muscle for me!" Deciding to not inform him that he won't be getting more muscle you oblige, unable to resist that mound of gluttony. As you press into the stuffed stomach and feel the two trapped tubbies within you feel some regret that it isn't the cute bear you are massaging right now. [[start over|Title]]?

"Perhaps you should lure him over to us, Chad." You suggest quietly. "He ate more recently than you, and you can use his vanity to make him reckless." Looking at you, your bear friend nods and grins toothily. "Great idea!" He whispers loudly. Luckily the shark is a moderate distance and is only aware of you and Chad talking, not the details. "Hey chunky!" Chad yells. This gets the sharks attention immediately, as the slasher smile swiftly becomes a toothy frown. "You really think you can take me with a gut like that? I bet you are... stuffed stiff!" Chad begins to loose confidence in his taunting at his thrid taunt, looking around with his eyes as if searching for another jibe to needle his aquatic adversary. "I am not chunky! This is not a gut! Look at my abs!" the shark yells, posing with one arm and pointing into his domed gut with the other, causing another smaller burp to come out and shoving a hoofprint the was starting to press out back in. Getting out of the tub, the shark storms over to Chard, who subconsiously takes a step back, clearly not used to such confrontation. "I will tank you! You will be fuel for my muscles and I-!" The shark's rant is cut short as you casually stick out your leg and the front heavy shark stumbles forward into Chad's surprised maw. "This one's on me, cutie." You say sweetly, smiling at the big shocked eyes of the brown bearman. The shark has time to break free from the jaws of the bear, but his newfound weight keeps him lodged in said jaws. Chad finally snaps to reality and swallows the upper body of the blue shark, sending him in up to the upper half of his gut and pinning those fairly muscular arms to his sides. Looks like that muscle isn't helping him here. You decide to feel the shark's white tummy as it slowly sinks into the depths of Chad. The shark stiffens at your touch, and you hear mumbles from under Chad's soft chest, around where the shark's head is. You can't make out whats being said, so just say, "Sorry shark boy. I couln't let all this fish fat go to waste." Hearing you call it fat, the legs and tail droop in defeat. "Aww... don't feel bad, fat is a great feature on a guy." The sharks gut suddenly stretches out from the shark's side, and you can make out the face of goat within slightly. Smiling, you gently shove against the blue and white flesh. "Now now, 'little' goat, you are future fat. It's too late to change things now." You can make out pleas from within the shark as Chad's fat toungue slips up the underside of the shark belly. "Almost done, Teddy Bear?" You laugh. Flushing red, Chad reflexively gulps the remaining shark down, tail fin decending into the pit of the brown bear. "Teddy Bear?" Chads asks, sounding both embarassed and giddy. Embarassed yourself, you respond, "Sorry, that just came out." "N-no!" Chad blurts, face still red. "I like it. I've just never been given a nickname by someone so pretty before." Blushing anew, you respond, "I'm glad." Rubbing the fuzzy ball of bear belly, which is past his knees at this point, you add, "Since I've been rather forward since this point, I might as well ask if you want to be *my* teddy bear." "l-like... da-d-date you?" Chad stammers, and grins goofily. "I'd like that. Never dated before. This is a 180 from before going to this party." Chad bounces a little in his excitement. Tilting your head, you ask, "What do you mean?" "Ah. I lost my apartment. MY roomate tried to eat me. I don't remember it well, think I was stoned. Woke up outside and decided not to hang around to try my luck avoiding a second trip. He probably has my games now, or sold them. Still don't know how I woke up outside. maybe I was too big and he hurled me up after I passed out?" "Probably something like that." You say. He was almost definately not released. What predator would release a chunky catch like him. You wanted to tell him, but he's safer being in the dark. "You can use my games as much as you want, seeing as we are dating." Chad gently pulls you into a hug, surprising you. You wrap your arms around his gut, feeling it's greasy warm wriggling mass between your fingers as you bury your face into the upper half of the brown stomach. You are content to sit there for some time, rubbing and feeling both the warm chub and occasional wiggles from within, as the tubby tank worked on the occupants within. You then feel a warm breeze over your head and hear a snuffling sound. peering up you see Chad with his nose over your head, seemingly sniffing you. opening his eyes he spots you, blushes, and appologizes, "Sorry, Honey, I just love your hair. It's so pretty, soft, and smells nice." "I feel the same about your gut, teddy bear. And I'm guessing Honey is my nickname?" You raise and eyebrow, grinning. "U-unless you don't like it." He grumbles, looking to the side, blushing. "No, I love it, Teddy." "...Teddy doesn't sound right." Chad mumbles, twiddling his index fingers. "Yeah. dating's new to me too." You laugh. "Well, Chad, my big beautiful brown blubber bear, let's go find some more snacks. I think if we [[check upstairs|bear121]] we can get someone to expand your horizons, so to speak." You wink. "Y-you think I should eat more?" Chad nervously asks. "If you can, I'd love for you to eat them all." You lean on his stomach and put your nose on his. "O-ok." Chad drools slightly. "I am kinda still hungry. I think I got a second-hand buzz from bug boy." He thumps his stomach and laughs, then belches. "Ah."

"Maybe you could use the fact he's sitting to your advantage?" You suggest, quietly Nodding Chad approaches the blue shark and walks around, while the shark keeps an eye on him, never ceasing his cocky grin. Suddenly Chad darts his arms forward at a speed you, and the shark are surprised by. Chard yanks the sharks finned tail up out of the water like a salmon and pulls the fishman toward his maw. Reacting swiftly, the shark brings his legs around behind Chad's head and pull the surprised bear muzzle first into his rump. Flinging his arms forward, the shark swings himself upright over his bear prey, and poses. Now wraping his legs under the bear's armpits, he puls himself down, all that bear sweat lubricating him to slide swiftly into the shark butt. Grunting, The shark finishes off the upper half of poor Chad, who falls onto his own rump from the added weight and disorientation. the fall sends up half of the ursine's gut, with the soft fat mooshed around the stretched tailhole. Chad's legs flail about on the ground, thumping like someone throwing a tantrum, until his gut is fully inside the shark's rear, afterwards the feet slump to their sides in defeat. You don't get to see the fine buttof your bear friend enter the smaller butt of the shark, but soon enough only the thick legs of Chad remain out in the open air. The shark just sits there marveling in his gut's size, and you doubt you could convince him to let out Chad at this point, not that you could blame him with how content he looks. You muse that you guided Chad outside to cool off and have a meal, and now he is a meal and probably sweltering. Though that is kind of hot too. [[start over|Title]]?

After helping your heavy bear boyfriend up, you slowly guide him upstairs, lifting his gut a bit to 'help' him. This time you make sure you are behind him so you can 'assist' him up the stairs, making sure to grap ample amounts of bear assets along the way, which of course cause a flustered grumpy mumbling from the stuffed ursine. Upon reaching the top you lead Chad into your guest room to see a tall hippoman laying on the guest bed with his arms behind his head, eyes closed. on his stomach a comparitively small cowman lay soaked presumably in saliva as the hippo sucks the cow's lower half in and out like a lollipop. This must have been going on for a while since the cow was sopping wet, and looked defeated. Chad gulped nervously. The cow was about as tall as he was, and the hippo obviously had made little effort getting him in this position. You spot some clothes thrown haphazardly on the floor, likely from the cow. [[Have Chad shove the cowman into the hippo man|bear121a]] [[Chad could try to eat over the cow and surprise the hippo|bear121b]] [[Calm Chad's nerves|bear121c]]

"Maybe shove the cow the rest of the way down, and take the hippo by surprise." You suggest queitly. Nodding Chad sneaks up to the foot of the bed, hidden from the hippo by his own gut and his cow-pop. The cow notices Chad right before the bear shoves, lodging more the cow in the hippo's maw. while surprised, the hippo doesn't swallow and instead sits up, cow dangling from his mouth, onto his gut. Slurping the Cow down til just his head remains outside, panicking, The hippo stares down Chad who, while likely outweighing him now, looks small by comparison height-wise. "Heh. oops?" Chad laughs nervously before being grapped by the surprisingly agile hippo. Chad is flung into the panicked cow's muzzle, silencing him and pinning the bear's arms to his wide sides. Pulling Chad up onto him, and grunting from the weight, the cow is pulled back out by one of the hippo's meaty hands and held above the wiggling overweight bear. Reaching his thick thumbs into the sides of the cow's muzzle, the hippo forcively stetches the cow's cheeks wide and surprisingly quickly forcefed the unfourtunate ursine. You watch, partly mortified, but also turned on at seeing your bloated boyfriend reduced to prey for another predator's prey. Once Chad is reduced to a brown butt and tail hanging out of a stuffed, disoriented cow's maw, the hippo goes back to licking and slurping his beef treat. "You are going to... `*huff*` make me so fat once I finish with you." The cow begins to sweat nervously, even as he slather's Chad's butt with his toungue, forcing him deeper. [[start over|Title]]?

You lean over to your bear and whisper, "You might be able to take the hippo by surprise by eating the cown and then enveloping the hippo along the way." Chad gives a quick nod before tiptoeing over to the foot of the bed where the cow is closest. You smirk at watching the hefty stuffed bear try to sneak. Once there, Chad opens his maw and envelpes the cowman before he even notices, or is too worn out from whatever the hippo put him through to put up a fight. With no resistnce, Chad makes quick work of the cow,but flinches as large hands grab his sides, and he stares into the grumpy eyes of the gray hippo. Smiling around the bovine and timidly wiggling his fingers in the 'nervous hello' motion before a lound grown from the grat gut below causes him to glance down and back up before mumbling, "Upf ohw." The larger mammal opens his mouth wide, and quickly forces the flailing ursine into those wide jaws, with the cow's spotted rear still sticking out, tail flailing with his predator's free limbs. You stare, in morbid fascination as the brown bear flab folds and slides into those great gray jaws. The internal wiggling from Chad's previously meals only serving to assist in his ingestion. After those cute footpaws sinkg from view, the now increadibly stuffed hippo sighs, and seems to sink into the bed more. "That's whatcha get, eatin my beefstick." The Hippo then falls asleep and alters between snoring and belching for the remainder of the night. [[start over|Title]]?

You reach out and take the comparably huge handpaws of your round boyfriend and give it a gentle squeeze. He looks startled and looks down at you from the corner of his eyes. "You got this Chad. He's just future fat for us to enjoy." You whisper and lean on the bear's soft side. Chad smiles warmly, ears wiggling up and down. He just keeps finding new ways to be cute. With sudden confidence Chad quielty walks over to the foot of the bed, all the while standing tall and confident, stomach swaying from side to side. From the doorway you have a great view of the brown bear ready himself, drooling now in anticipation, and grab those large flat gray feet and shove them together forcing a wave of pudge over the fat ungulate's middle and causing the hefty, saliva stricken cow to slide back into the startled maw behind him. Reaching forward to grab the wide hips, Chad half swallows and half crawls up the bed, gaining ground (well, bed) quickly as even those huge hippo hindquarters are shoved into the slobbery jowls of your bloated bear boyfriend. Fat ripples along the large buttcheeks as they slide into the warm, wet tunnel. You come to realize you've subconsiously walked over as you make contact with the shifting fat of the slowly sinking hippo. leaning over you feel the huge puffed out cheeks Chad is sporting and trace along the wideset hips under the bear flesh as powerful gulps pull him in further. "Umm.. Ah don't suppose you'sed help me out, wouldja?" The Cow drawls, too tired to put up any decent effort as he is held firmly in the jaws of the rapidly disappearing hippo. "I'm afraid not." You say, trying to sound sympathetic. "You two are cute, but my man's got to eat. And then eat some more. And more." You look at your teddy bear and blush watching his unabashed gluttony. "Ah, shucks." The cow sighs, before a thick toungue slaps him in the face and drags him into the hippo's gullet. "He- '*Burp*' Hey! Wai-!" The Hippo pleads before a smaller, but plenty large toungue smacks him in the face, and his wide eyed face is quickly framed by fangs and slobber. The plump cheeks of the gray prey squished within the puffed-out cheeks of his predator. Chad winks at you, and takes your hand and gently places it on his neck and swallows hard, allowing you to feel and see the outline of the large mammal slide down into the pit below to curl tightly on top of the softening forms of the previous prey, who wiggle anew in protest. Chad lets loose a mighty belch after finishing off his huge meal. "Oh m-my. That was amazing! He tasted so good!" Chad moans, rubbing his gut, now laying where the hippo had been moments ago. The large bear not noticing his pants shredded from the sudden influx of hippo weight, right along with the boxers underneath, you realize. You sit beside him on the edge of the bed and join him in rubbing his belly, tanktop essentially a strip over his moobs at this point. You are impressed how big the brown bear's belly had managed to get, as it now rises while he lays about as high as he stands. "You did amazing, teddy bear!" You cheer and hug the gluttonous globe while continuing to massage and grope the grand gut. "You are the reason, Honey." Chad sighs happily. "When you said you belived in me it just... gave me confidence I could... And I kinda wanted to show off for you." Chad glances away and blushes a bit. "Aww.. you are so sweet." You kiss his chubby cheek and add, "And you call ''me'' Honey." Hesitently at first, Chad leans forward and gives you a gentle kiss, his broad muzzle dwarfing your relitively small lips, but as your lips begin to part you gram his cheeks and cram your lips together again. You fail to see the shocked look on his face as you squeeze your eyes shut and make out with the big bear lazing on your guest bed. Eventually you let the two of you release from your kissing and smile as the bear's smiling face full of blush even through his thick fur. You wipe the moisture from the tip of your nose caused by mashing the wet bear snoot, along with the rest of his handsome muzzle, into you. "I hear more activity in the house. looks like there is more meals waiting for you to enjoy." You say after a while, glancing at the open door. "M-mind if I stay here and let my stomach settle... or adjust, before we clear out the house?" Chad pants, toungue flopped out the side of his mouth. "Of course, cutie." You laugh. "When you're ready we can go pay a visit to [[Tim's room|bear122]] and see what's going on there." You gently lay on the engordged gut as gently as possible, once more massaging the mass. Letting another belch rip, much to your enjoyment, Chad sighs, "Thanks, Honey. I shouldn't need too long." Chad gives a long, deep, but rather quiet burp before adding, "Is it wierd that I am more stuffed than I've ever been and yet I '*urp*' am excited to eat more?" "Not at all, my stuffed teddy bear." You cuddle into the soft chest of your boyfriend, breifly playing with the folded cloth of a shirt. You smile softly when you hear Chad sniffing your hair, as the two of you relax.

After a short respite, you help heave your hefty bear up off the bed after a minor struggle. You are somewhat amazed he can stand so well after eating so much. You once again assist the heavy bear, this time needing to put some actual effort in, and help him squeeze out the door. For the most part, Chad seems to have only minor effort needed to walk, which is again somewhat astounding since he seems to lack any real muscle on his frame, legs or otherwise. As you round the corner to Tim's room, you hear wets slurping, and noisy squishing noises. being in front of your fuzzy friend, you are first to see that on your roommate's bed is a pigman with a disproportionately large belly, sunk deep into the large thick mattress. Between stuffed saliva-filled jaws is the unmistakable butt of your roommate, rear flab spilling out over the edge of the porker's maw. A tounge only slightly larger than a normal human's lathering the hairless freckled mounds, causing ripples of chub. "You ok?" You hear chad say mutedly, with some concern. "Y-yeah." You respond, flustered, pressing a bit into Chad's middle. "I've never got such a fine look at Tim's rump before." You glance back at the pig, sprawled on the overburdened bed as he gently chews around the fatty butt in his mouth. "Did you want to date him?" Chad asks, curious. "Yeah. I would start dating any fatty guy, really, but since I knew Tim I know I could have for the long term, just like I know I can with you, my sweet teddy bear." You smooch the bear tum before you. "You are just so nice, and have been trying so hard to impress me." "Heh. Thanks. Glad I'm not just eye candy for you, though I am also glad I can be." Chad wiggles his gut a little in your face. "I'd be fine if you wanted to date others along with me. I'm just happy to be around you... Haven't felt that way about something other than games in a long while." "You are just the sweetest! Let's focus on the task at hand before thinking about too much on that matter though. I am glad you aren't the jealous type." "Oh, I'm jealous all right, but I want you happy. and if you were to date another tubby like me I'd have an eating buddy, so it's not like I wouldn't get something out of it too." Chad laughs, quietly. "Good to hear. I'll keep that in mind." You wink. "OH, and just to let you know, I have a weakness for seeing any form of overt gluttony, so if you are eaten I won't be of much help. I probably won't be able to resist rubbing the gut containing you either. I'm a sucker for tummies." You admit. "T-that's ok. I understand. I'll just have to try and make sure I am the top predator tonight." "Yeah. And don't think I won't assist you, if I can, to get there and avoid being food, I just probably won't be able to help you if you get into that situation." "OK. Thanks. If I do get eaten enjoy that fat mound. I want you to be with the fattest guy in town, I just got to make sure that's me." Chad gives a thumbs up and you nod enthusiastically. Helping Chad into the door way you see the pig is still tasting the plump rump of your roommate and is now squishing said buttocks by slowly clamping down his jaws. Eventually that proves too much work for the pig and the butt sproings back to shape, the now sweaty pig breathing heavy through his snout as the butt slowly descend from gravity with the pig's throat muscles relaxed from apparent exhaustion. The pig makes no further effort as those cheeks slowly sink. you realize you have went over to them and press the fat mounds, forcing the rest of the way down. Just as soft and pliable as you guessed, if not a little more. A lazy belch resounds from the hog nearby. "Hey there. '*pant, pant*' Wow... and they say we pigs are tasty. Want to feed me that bear? I'll let you have your way with me. I know you want this." He lazily flops his hand up and down once on his stomach, sending the expected waves of fat a hog like him should make. "Can't deny that. But that bear is my boyfriend, so I kinda want you in him more." You say merrily, patting the naked hog's gut. The pig, still out of breath, laughs, "Figures. How about he tries to eat me, and if I can eat him instead, you date me. I'll let you take care of me and pamper me~." The pig teases. "That *is* a hot idea, how about it Chad? Think you can get the better of this lazy, slobby hoggy?" You slap the grand gut with a resopunding thump. The piggy quietly moans happily. "Sure. I get a huge amount of bacon if I win, and he seems too lazy to do much anyhow." Chad agrees from the doorway. You hear the breathy quiet chuckles of the pig behind you. "Name's George. but soon you can call me hubby." The fat pig says to you in his best attempt at a sexy voice, soon after belching in your face and then farting. He's good. [[Chad casually inserts the lazy pig's arms into his mouth|bear122a]] [[Chad taunts George's vulnerable position|bear122b]] [[Chad lifts the heavy hog up and drops him into his jaws|bear122c]]

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Chad strolls over to the pudgy pig and rubs his chin. "Hmm... Y'know... I think you might be up to something bacon breath." "Oh? I already put in a ton of effort climbing those aweful stairs, no offense." George looks at you as he finishes his sentence then back to Chad. "Not that is wasn't worth it, but I am exhausted. I don't think I'll be moving for a week or two. What can a helpless hog like me do to you, fuzzbutt?" "You might just be the laziest person alive. If I wasn't trying to eat ya, I'd probably ask for an autograph... not that you'd feel like doing it." Chad chuckled. "For you? I'd let you use my gut sweat and press out something. So long as I don't have to do anything." Leaning on the bed post you grin and rais and eyebrow. "You two done flirting?" Chad looks bashful and uncertain how to respond, George erupts into laughter, causing noticeable wobbling and sweating to occur over the vastness of his frame. "Sorry, luv! I'll be flirtin' with you soon enough. Seriously though, if I was into dudes I probably would date you, Chad." George snorts through his guffawing. Sputtering, Chad responds, "I-I-I Might too? I don't know. I Think you look cute, but you know, in the 'want to cuddle it' way not the 'date it' way." Chad is now very red, being very flustered and also not wanting to be insulting accidentaly. "Fair." George agrees. "I just know if I was into dudes, my love of fat would be more romantic. Kinda like our host here" He looks back to you. "As adorable as this scene is and as much as I want to see two nearly immobile fatties cuddling each other, I have to ask if either of you is going to eat the other any time soon? Or are you two too full to eat any more?" You grin as the two look slightly offended by the last remark. "You think we can't eat more!? I bet this pig here could eat this house, provided someone fed it to him." "Yep. And I am willing to bet if I did you could still eat me. 'Course that is partly because I'm delicious. Gorgeous over there is right though, you wanna try to eat me so I can have your fuzzy self clogging my arteries?" George asks. "Yeah. I mean no! I'm gonna eat you!" Chad goes to leap onto the fat bacon ball and pauses. "Wait a minute... you tricky pig." Chad causually reaches down and grabs George's short forearms. "What I'm not tasty enough to eat quickly?" George laughs. "Oh, you are." Chad retorts. "But you are also good enough to savor." Chad gently, but firmly forces the small pink apendages into his hot slimy maw. Watching his hooves enter the wet dark tunnel ready to process the pig into pudge, Geoge quickly looks to you and asks, "Any chance you could convince, um, Chad here to let a poor pig go?" As hot breath and a large toungue hits his cheek he pleads, "You could share the two of us! We'd be great to cuddle together!" Chad's muzzle edges over his head, eyes mostly concealed by bear maw and teeth. "Please! Why are pigs always prey!?" You hold up a finger, Chad halts his slow engulfing of the panicked pig. Leanin over the sniffling hog, you gently rub his free cheek. "Now, now. You agreed to this. Pig are just one of the most, if not the most, delecious kinds of prey for predators." You state. "And I saw you guzzle down tim." You squeeze the bulge that is your roomate, his rump again if you are not mistaken. "So you are a predator. not many are left in the house now, so you are a great pred, Chad just figured out your trap and now your laziness is his benefit. So face your fate alright, handsome?" George doesn't respond but lets you turn his head and gulps as he peers into the much closer tunnel of flesh. "Bye, Gorgeous. You make sure Fuzzbutt here keeps my fat." George pants, already too warm. "I will, you handsome hog." You motion for Chad to continue, which he does in earnest. The taste of the pig must have been driving him nuts as now he is shoveiling in rolls of pig at a time, you continue to grope the disapearing porker with enthusiasm. While you certainly are happy your honey bear is getting all this soft flabby pork, you kinda feel bad for him, just like your increasingly cramped roomate as you watch the imprints slowly descend into the brown jaws. You notice George's gut flexing slightly as the pouring sweat, which Chad clearly enjoys, shakes off a little. Tilting your head, you realize after a moment George's gut is growing! Getting closer to the shimmering tummy you see the outline of another fmaillair face, litterally. "He just ate the shark bro from earlier." You say in amazment. Even as food, he is thinking with his stomach. A shining example of what a boar should be. As the steadily more stuffed swine's stomach quivers again, Chad reaches forward, paws smacking the packed pig's sides with a wet `*plap!*` squeezing the soft fat of the gut Chad shoves as much of George into his gullet as he can, though the slick surface of sweaty skin causes Chad to not get as much in as he wants. Watching Chad struggle with the expanding pig, you realize that if George manages to eat the hippo inside Chad fast enough, he might slide out from being so slick and Chad is having a hard time grasping the sweat-soaked swine as is. "Tilt your head up. He's so slippery he should just slide in." You suggest, again feeling bad for how much effort the lazy pig was putting in, but so was Chad. Just as you thought, the moment George was halfway vertical, his weight, and copious sweat over his smooth body, sent him practically rocketing down Chad, as slobber and sweat splattered off the wet muzzle of your dazed boyfriend. Recovering from the shock of what was likely a litteral ton of pork shooting down his throat at once, Chad begins to lick the sweat off his fingers like someone would cheese after eating a cheesy chip. "mmm." He moans from the taste of pig sweat. Squeezing your bloated bear, you ask, "feeling full yet, teddy bear?" You note that eating such a large , slippery meal has caused your own blubber ball to build up another layer of sweat, though not as impressive as Georges, it squishes nicely beneath you regardless. Opening his mouth to respond, Chad unleases a mamoth belch. "Ahh... Not anymore. I do feel kind of full, but man that hog was tasty. The house is kind of quiet. Want to head back to the basement? If there is no one left, you can help me turn these guys into fat as I get a few more rounds of Smash in." Grinning up from the fuzzy brown fur you laugh, "[[ok!|bear123]]"

Chad waltzes over to the inert pink pig and grins. "Not even going to put up a fight?" "Too much effort. I already put inmore effort today than the entire last year." George responds, barely moving his head to look at Chad. "Hah! You are my kinda pig! If I hadn't promised I'd eat every one of the other guests here we could be glutton buddies." "Or lazy pals." The pig snort-laughs "Yeah. Well, I hope you don't mind it hot, cause my fuzzy gut is well insulated!" Chad places a large footpaw on George's gut tauntingly. "Same to you, big guy." George retorts, suddenly slapping his stomach wobbling the precarious paw, causing it to slip into the pig's belly button. "Wha?" Chad questions, trying to pull out his foot. When relaxing to try another heave, the lazy pig's middle yanks in some bear leg, causing Chad to lose balance and flop over the pig and mash up against the wall with a `*whump*`. You wince. "I'mokay." Chad dizzily calls. Trying to regain balance by shoving off the pig's gut with his free foot, but George casually pushes it along his soft blubber to join it's twin. George visible relaxes more, somehow, and Chad sinks up to his handsome hind end. Butt and belly blubber smoosh together as Chad sinks slowly but steadily downward. "I love it when other do the work for me." George grins. Trying to halt his own progress, Chad squishes his own stomach to try and reach the navel he is quickly sinking into. unfortunately the lazy pig's sedentary lifestyle makes even the little effort used here build up a decent sweat, and the large forepaws slip in with a wet pop. Chad stares in shock for a while before looking over to you, and while clearly trying to hide his nervousness says, "Sorry, Honey. Looks like I'm going to be pork instead. Guess it's game over." before you can respond, a shifting withing Chad's gut causes him to sink rapidly up to his shoulders causing him to yelp loudly in panic. A slow sucking sound, not unlike a drain, accompanies the cotinued slow decent of the bear-turned-navel-lint. Now that only the fuzzy face of your bear is left surrounded by pig belly, a quiver passes over the porcine middle, and Chad stops. "You seem to really like this bear, and I kinda do too. So, I'll leave him here 'til I fall asleep and gravity pulls him the rest of the way in." "Aww. thanks, you adorable hamball." You smile at George. Leaning over Chad who has calmed down a reasonable bit, you sccop your hands between the belly fat of pig and the cheekfat of bear and give Chad a big kiss. "You are just the best at that." Chad compliments. "N-now like I said, you enjoy his gut as much as you want." "I will." You straddle that huge hog dome and simultaniously kiss the bear and rub the pig blanketing him. You then crawl up the belly to smooch the lounging swine. "You **are** a good kisser." George comments. "Not that I've had much experience, but still. Quality is quality, from a casual observer to a connoisseur." "Are there con-conni... a kissing buff?" Chad comments, trying his best to look the pig in the face, and failing. "Dunno. was just an expression I made up." George responds. "You two are pretty dang good yourself, blubber butts." You tease. The two males both blush, Chad bashfully, and George smugly. You briefly wonder if you can butter up George into letting Chad go, but doubt any gluttonous pig, let alone one so lazy, would be easily swayed to give up a meal like Chad. Regardless, you decide to take advantage of the situation and cuddle with two boyfriends in one spot before one passes out and finishes ingesting the other. [[start over|Title]]?

Chad marches proudly over to the supine swine, grabs his shortstubby legs, and swings him up above his head, porcine potbelly swinging to and fro shoving his neck fat uparound his large cheeks. "Whoa. strong fella, ain't'cha?" George chuckles, staring down at the wider, and much taller predator. "Yeah, I don't know how I can lift you, really. Couldn't lift much normally. guess having so much pork in front of me gives me strength." Chad responds. "Everyone sees us as just pork, but we're made for gluttony. Including eating other big fat preds that only see us a prey." fat billows around the hefty hog's face, causing him to mumble. Opening his jaws wide, Chad closes his eyes and drops the pig. George follows suit and opens his gob up as well, so much so you can briefly see into his esaphagus before the pink pudgeball is wrapped halfway over your bear, who plops onto his bottom. "Chad." You call out, too late for the bear to react. Gravity, and likely a literal ton of pork quickly forces the hungry hog over the grounded grizzlyman. You can see theprey inside Chad shift and move as the weight of George compacts them to allow his jaws to encompass that lovely brown gut. As the weight shifts the lazy pig topples over rolling onto his own butt. Whith only those magnificent rumpcheeks and adorable stout legs left wiggling fruitlessly you see George motion you over and point to the tremendous tush hanging out his mouth, squishing the brown blubber a bit. "You want me to help you finish off my boyfriend?" You question. George shrugs. "You are just giving me the option?" He gives a thumbs up with one of his short hooflike fingers. You walk over and give the prodigious posterior a kiss before gently pushing it farther into the glutton encasing him. "Sorry Chad." You say, rubbing the rump as you push, and feel the now calm legs give you a gentle hug before they are forced up as more of the bearkin slides into his new temporary home. George stopped swallowing a while ago, letting gravity do all the work. You have to admit the pig's slothful nature is endearing in it's own way. Plus you did kind of agree to be his girlfriend if he ate Chad, and there go those soft footpads down the chute. "Underestimation is my greatest weapon" the proud prone pig proclaims. Letting a lazy belch (you doubt he has any other kind) out he looks to you. "I know you were attatched to the bear, but now he's attatched to me, so feel free to adore me to your hearts content." You cross your arms, but can't help a smirk at his hedonistic confidence. "You can dress me up to look like a bear if you would rather?" [[start over|Title]]?

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You and Chad slowly make it down to the main floor, Chad's heavy footfalls causing muffled thumps with each step. After his insisting to go first so he wouldn't squish you if he fell (not the worst way to go you argued) you followed close behind him trying to help him down the steps. He seemed to be adjusting well to carrying many times his normal body weight even if he was much slower now. After getting to the first floor, you look around for stragglers for Chad while he catches his breath, only to find the occasional article of clothing, such as a pair of glasses on the couch, with the TV still on. Once back you see Chad seems rested mostly and you two continue to the basement, petting the pig-shaped bulge in Chad's middle along the way. The distinct sound of a muffled belch echoes within Chad, and a moment later, he burps too. "Hmm. Second-hand belches taste odd." He mumbles. "Hot though." You tease, causing the easily flustered bear to blush. Eventually you reach the basement, and you hear the sounds of grunting and huffing. Looking toward your bar, you see an alligatorman with the massive stomach of a short beaver man sticking out of his mouth, struggling to pry himself free. The surprising thing is that within the beaver's own mouth is another stuffed person. A fat, grunting dogman is trying to wiggle out of being food, though he has only one arm free and is losing quickly. Finally within The dog's jaws is the lower part of the stomach, rump, and unmistakable tail of a raccoonman with a lone leg pinwheeling around uselessly, clearly doomed to be the first to be food in this chain of gluttony. All the gluttons seemed to have had someone previous, as wiggling bulges are visible on all their guts, including the raccoon's as it slips into the grunting, slobbering dog jaws. Each predator seems eaqually focused on eating as they are on escaping, if not moreso. You and Chad stare for a moment at this spectacle of voracity before Chad decides how to try and eat this mass of potential prey. [[Shove the prey into the preds to daze them|bear123a]] [[Go against the vore chain and start at the front|bear123b]] [[Might as well complete the vore chain|bear123c]]

Strolling laborously over to the front of the pred train, Chad rubs his paws together and shoves at the wiggling round coon rump. Unfortunately the exposed rear's saliva soaked surface proves too slick and one of his forepaws slips into the raccoonmans's crack with a wet `*pop*`! Realizing his error, Chad grumbles and raps one of the slick gray buttcheeks and shoves, while pulling back simultainiously. Depite being nearly consumed himself, The round raccoon wraps his free leg around Chad's arm and visibly tries to pull him deeper, while his tailhole makes a slurping sound. The yanking pulls some ofthe raccoon of of the dog eating him, much to the dog's dismay, who changes focus entirely on his escaping prey rather than the beaver eating him, who's grip mostly hold the dog in place. A tug of war between the gator on one end trying to eat the beaver before him and Chad trying to remove himself from the coon in front of ''him''. A second booted foot escapes out of the jaws of the dog and immediately wraps around behind Chad's slightly closer head and allows its twin to join it as a now worried Chad fights against the increased force of the raccoonman trying to pull him deeper into his manhole. The dog clamps down on the wide middle of the coon to prevent further escape, pushing fat to and around his stuffed cheeks and forcing the prey inside the raccoon to become more visible through the squished stetched skin. "You Ok there, Chad?" You ask. debating helping despite yourself. "Y-yeah. Just gotta get a good footing and I can pull out." Chad responds grunting a bit. He repositions his feet so that he can help both push with his free hand and pull back his head, but unknowingly steps into a puddle of saliva the dogman had drooled out in his effort to try and keep his catch from escaping further. Chad slips and his weight, coupled with the saliva soaking the raccoon's rear and being guided by the boots above him causes poor Chad to slip down and into the tailstar up to his own gut's middle. The sudden influx of bear causes the legs and tail of the raccoonman to jolt straight from the sheer ammount now contained in his rear. The dogman's clamped jaws in an effort to prevent his prey's escape, ironically cause him to miss the opportunity to have the bear's weight force the pocyon into himself and instead, the now massively stuffed gray gut forces the canine's mouth open wide and the raccoon begins to slide out. Grabbing wildly at his progressivly escaping prey, the dogman finds no purchase on the slick short fur before him. While you are in a prime position to watch the handsome hiney of your unfortunate boyfriend, he is in a very unfortunate position to let gravity, and again two very eager coon legs pull his remarkable rump into the also noteworthy rearport slowly surrounding him. Once the last of Chad's large feet enter the gray prison the increased girth of the raccoon causes the dog to lose all grip on his prey, and out pops, one very full raccoonman, drenched wih saliva. The dog begins to shout at his prey to return to its rightful place, but is silenced by the tounge of the beaver who had been slowly slupring his way up and over the occupied dog. Without the added weight of chad pulling away, the Gator is flung onto his back sending the two bloated animals swiftly into his gut. Moaning by the suddenly stuffed stomach, he rubs over the rounded scales contentedly. A short furry forepaw slowly extends from the raccoon, as the greedy mammal grabs the thick green tail of the reptile, all the while licking his chops. The gator too in a stupor to notice his tail being manuvered towards the wide open maw of the short mammal, but aware enough to notice he large fluffy ringed tail of the raccoon beside him. The reptile-kin licks kis lips and reaches for the fuzzy tail. You sit on one of the nearby bar stools and wait to see how this unfolds. [[start over|Title]]?

Sneaking (surprisingly fast) aound to the front of the group, Chad rubs his paws together and grabs the wiggling coon foot, boot still attached to the wriggling apendage,and sticks it in his jaws. Chad makes a face at the tste of the boot, clearly not enjoying it after his delicious pork meal earlier. The engorged ursine swallows the round raccoon rump, while the ringed tail curls slightly at the side of the maw, as though trying to fight the encroaching lips. Focusing on the dog ahead, Chad notices just as the dog reaches behind the bloated bear's head and yanks him into the open jaws of the corpulent canine. Chad uses his large forepaws to shove at the face of the dog, squishing the disgruntled dog's face as he continues to try to eat the bear. Chad's superior strength begins to slowly allow him to slip out of the dogman's gluttonous grip. Right as you see those little round ears slip into view again short, fuzzy arms grab at Chad's barely visible cheeks and pull them back into the dog's gullet. The beaverman had made considerable progress, now that the dog's only means of fending him off was occupied trying to stuff himself further rather than escape, and the hungry beaver wanted his own meal to be even more stuffed, so now poor Chad sunk in up to his chest, arms flailing about at his sides. "Oh dear." You say as you watch the concerned canine's head slowly become framed by beaver jaws, while being forcefed Chad which forces the dog further into the beaverman. A short gulp and shove, and the tip of the dog's snoot decends into darkness. The reminder of arm that is free grabs more bear chub and pulls more of Chad into the beaver jaws and the dog's within before the beaver's own arm shoves even more, forcing the arm and hand out of view. Turning his attention to his own devourer, the beaverman realizes in his gluttony he made the same mistake as his own prey and is armpit deep in gatorman maw. Reaching his longer arms out to Chad's large exposed lovehandles, the gatorman uses his prey's own technique to force bear into both his prey and himself and improves upon it by lifting his head (with great dificulty) and using gravity to assist. The lone wobbling arm bracing the beaver against ingesting giving way from the combined strength of the reptile below, the weight of ursine above him, and gravity working against him. As the muffled screams of the rodent echoe around Chad and out the long snout of the gatorman, you get one last great look at Chad's magnificent rump (plus some), as orange teeth slowly spread over the tiny tail and underside of his gut, and those teeth disappear as larger, pointer white teeth close, and a deep gulp sends the large hindquarters down into the gator's now gigantic gut. The gatorman belches a few times, hiccups and promptly passes out. You wander over to the glorious gut and rub the stuffed stomach's soft scales and ponder how even if your boyfriend was devoured, you did technically succeed in condencing an entire party into one animal. [[start over|Title]]?

Rubbing his paws together, Chad sneaks over to the occupied gator and grabs his tail. The gatorman doesn'tseem to notice even when his thick tail gets shoved into the now slobbering maw of the bear. Having dones this a few times already tonight, Chad makes short work grabbing, pulling and gulping up the wide fatty tail of the gator. Walking around to the front of the chain, you notice that the ony clothing present on the massive men is the thinly stetched tanktop on Chad at one end and the boot on the raccoon at the other. For the most part the bloated boys are nude. You find it too hard to contain yourself aroun these gluttonous guys, and plant a kiss on one of the raccoon' round buttcheeks. The flailing stops, momentarily, and the dogman notcies you smooching the fat rear in his jaws. With a mighty gulp, those gray globes are replaces by the dog's muzzle as a ringed tail slidles into the side. You grin and continue your kissing, pressing hard against the fat dog's muzzle getting to smooch the bloated pooch and shove him into the eager jaws of the beaver behind him. As predicted, soon those enamoured eyes widen in surprise and stare at you sadly, as rodent jaws descend and replace them. You chuckle while continuing to kiss and force the beaver towards the reptile farther down the chain. The beaver looks back breifly, shrugs and wraps an arm around your back to get a better kissing angle before he too slips away. Now smooching a surprised crocodillian. The shocked, and severely stuffed, gatorman makes no attempt to stop your continous kissing. You see the surpised face of your bear boyfriend rise up over the swell of gator chub, and wink at him. Both boys blush, and you rub the chubby cheeks of the gatorman affectionately. Your Teddy Bear's last meal of the night, and a whopper of a feast he is. Handsome to boot, but which one wasn't? A strange noise sounds from Chad's throat catches your attention. Chad's eyes bug out in confusion and shock as something wiggles up his throat even as he gulps down the gator. Suddenly a pink snout pops into view, followed by the face of a familliar... face. George the pig gulps and guzzles along the reptile at and alarming rate, soon the pouting face of the reptile is slathered in pig saliva and you are smooching the fat face of the laziest pig you've ever known. After a couple of minutes of kissing, which you admit had been great, you let the poor pig get some fresh air for a moment. "Hi again, Gorgeous!" He laughs, then belches with enough force to knock you back a bit and himself a little into Chad, who has stopped gulping for a moment. "Thanks fuzzbutt for the tasty scaly snack! And I didn't expect to see ''you'' giving away kisses, but I'm glad I got out here to get one! Don't suppose since I'm out this far you could just... let me go, huh fuzzbutt?" George asks, quietly. After recieving a long lick around his barely exposed chest, the hefty hog sighs, "Yeah. I'm food, I get it. Plus I kinda ate your other prey, but hey, thought I'd try. Plus, you get to have my taste a second time. Gotta say Fuzzbutt, after Gorgeous's kiss there, I am awefully jealous of you. And the whole, being the top predator and getting to sit around stuffed to the brim, but man what a kisser!" George sighs. "You too, porkchop." You respond, blushing. "Time to go back into the bear now. You sweet lazy hog, you." You grab behind his ears and kiss him hard again and, after a moment, release his ears and gently rub his cheeks as you kiss him into Chad. All too soon, Those porcine eyes dissapear again into the ursine darkness and you end up kissing your boyfriend. Eventually you have to release to breathe and say to Chad, "You are a great kisser too, Teddy Bear." "Better than George? Or the gator? Or-?" Chad asks. You interupt, "Even if I could pick the best kisser, everyone's went through enough being eaten, twice for George. You all have unique, wonderful kissing skills." "Fair enough." Chad agrees. Moaning a bit as he shifts and his overly large stomach moves and gurgles Chad adds, "I feels so stuffed. This is even better than clearing a particularly difficult game." "And what about the kisses?" you ask, running a finger under his moist chin, while leaning on his newly bare chest. "Those are the best. Along with the belly rubs and cuddling. Can't belive I ate the whole party!" Chuckling he adds, "A party wipe. I'm like an RPG boss!" "Does that make me the 'evil mastermind' then?" You laugh, pushing your nose against his, while now laying on his gargantuan gut. "I'd say you are a hero personally." Chad sighs, sniffing your hair again. "A sweet smelling, pretty hero." After a while longer of sweet talk and cuddles, you help the enormous bear trudge a few feet over to the gaming consoles. You swiftly throw the bean bag chairs next to each other so he could crash down on them. Soft white pellets shoot out from some from the sudden weight, and he apologizes for breaking some of the bean bags. You reassure him it's fine and climb the fuzzy, once again sweaty gut. huffing from the exertion of walking while so stuffed, Chad asks, "Would you mind getting me the controller, Honey? I can't get it. Or see it." Giving the big bear a parting smooch, you slip back off the stomach and look around, you spot some controllers near your system, but one cord travels under the beached bear. You grin mischieviously, and begin crawling under the brown gurgling sweaty mass to retrieve the smooshed controller. "Honey? What are-. Oh, yeah. I dropped the controller on one of the bags." Chad says. He places his arms on his giant globe and rubs with one paw idly. Practically swimming between the soft, shifting heft of bear and the squished beanbags, you find the controller, and further spot something more interesting. "What is-? Wha-!?" The large brown ursine gasps, blushing madly. "Honey, what are- what is-!?" He cuts himself off with a moan, clearly enjoying what you are doing below his girth. "I g-guess the g-g-game can w-wait a lit-ttle longer." [[The next morning...|Bear12End]]

"A few finishing touches and... there!" You say proudly. The basement gaming stuff now all upstairs so your handsome bear didn't have to sweat so much, even if you kind of enjoyed it. "Thanks, Honey." Chad says merrily. You turn to your boyfriend. The bear had finished turning his various prey into fat through the night, and what fat it was! He had rolls all over his body, though most of the fat had ended up on his giant gut. You joked it was because George was so lazy even when digested he couldn't be bothered to move. Chad had to be one of the fattest people, let alone bear-kin, to be alive. And he was yours. A big, sweet, sometimes grumbly, bashful teddy bear all for you to pamper, cuddle, and... so much more. "You ok?" he asks, concern on his fat laden face, tilting his head and causing numerous rolls to form and shift. "Yeah, just admiring the view." You tease. Chad blushes and you skip over to him and throw yourself into the sea of blubber. The soft warm pudge wobbling and squishing around you. "Heh. I may need to get cleaned up soon. I haven't showered in a while." Chad mumbles, scratching the back of his head. "You don't *have* to." You respond. "You smell fine to me. And there is somethin to be said for your greasy fur. You musky man you. But if you want, I'll bathe you later." "Yeah, I'd like to get- Wait! B-bathe me!? Like, us together? In the bath? Nude!?" Chad stammer bashfully. "That is how that usually goes." You giggle. "And one of us is already nude, Teddy Bear." "Y-yeah, but humans are particular about clothes. You being nude with me is so... intimate." He whispers the last word, still blushing. "Teddy Bear, let me tell you something. It is taking all my will power not to strip, dive under that blubber belly, and get ''real'' intimate with you." you say, watching as Chad turns what might be an unhealthy amout of red. Laughing you add, "I forgot, I found your phone downstairs. Here." You squish into the bear flab to hand him his phone. "Th-thanks." Chad replies, taking the phone. "Anyway, I'm going to make some breakfast. I bet you are hungry." "Actaully, I am." Chad admits, shocked. "You've helped bring out my inner glutton." "You are welcome." You smile, and walk out to your recently restocked kitchen. Smiling after you, one paw holding his phone and the other a game controller. Placing the controller on his giant table of a stomach, he fiddles with his phone, eventually ending up on a jewelry site. looking at some rings he smiles and quietly says, "A new adventure awaits." End [[Play again|Title]]?

##<center>''Lore''</center> [[[back to extras|Extra]]] ''Animalkin'': &ensp; The world of this setting contains 'anthro' people in it called animalkin. A dog person, for instance may be refered to a dogkin for their species, as human is for us, or be called a dogman or dogwoman (though this is more informal and akin to unoffensive slang). Refering to the animalkin's individual species counterpart, such as a dalmatianman/woman/kin is akin to refering to the race of a human in our society, though isn't controvertial as is at times in our own. When talking about just animalkin the kin or man/woman suffix may be ommited. In this setting humans are sometimes reffered to as hukin or, in the case of females, huwomen (though these are rare). ''Wild/Domestics'': &ensp; When refering to animals as we might know them in our world they are refered to as wild or domestic, depending on whether they are a pet or not. If the animal in question is not able to be identified as either, then wild animal is the default. When discussing both animal kin and wild animals the wild animals can have the wild prefix omitted but the animalkin must have a suffix identifier to reduce confusion. ''Predation'': &ensp; Predation is the term used by people in this setting for vore and acts thereof. Predation is not able to be legally done in most instances, but is not always enforced as it is hard to prove. There are instances where predation is legal, or where loopholes can be used. The laws are there just enough to keep the entire populace from constantly eating itself. Most perdation is preformed and done to males of the populace. ``[I don't do female vore, so don't expect any, but it isn't impossible in this setting]`` Most types of vore are capable of being done in this setting, due to animalkins' being both elastic and having biology capable of handling copious amounts of food. This elasticity and general gluttony of the male populace has led to an abundance of overweight individuals. Immobility, and lack of population, would be widespread issues if not for the Tower of Anima. Even with the Tower, Immobility is not super uncommon, though still far from being common. ''Tower of Anima'': &ensp; The Tower of Anima is a facility that monitors the planet and when an act of predation occurs, undoes it in some form. Sometimes merely reforming the devoured and removing the consious memory of the event from both the predator and prey, or making it seem like it was a dream. Sometimes one, or both remember that predation occured, but not to whom or think it was some random animalkin. Othertimes the tower will revert time in an area, allowing events to play out differently. If predation keeps happening in this instance then the tower will either revert memories and reform prey as normal, or combine some of the reverted timelines into one, and change memories to suit the new reality. Most female adults (in this setting anyhow) who do not predate know of the facility, that outwardly appears to be a large office building in this setting, and know instinctively that the tower operates best when those consumed don't know of its existance. The constant memory suppression causes both preadtors (and occasionaly prey) to not know consiously that there is no risk to predation, which can cause them to panic, or feel some guilt, but the subconsious knowledge is still present which facilitates the acceptance to predate on others, and even friends and family. This system also allows predation to exist without wiping out the entire population within a few years, as would occur without it. [[[back to extras|Extra]]]

###<center>Character Bios [[[Back to Extras|Extra]]]</center> The Player Character &ensp; Human [[Chad &ensp; Bear|CS Bear]] Bud &ensp; Dog [[Larnar &ensp; Rat|CS Rat]] George &ensp; Pig Drew &ensp; Hippo Gabe &ensp; Bunny [[Karbross &ensp; Snake|CS Snake]] [[Nepno &ensp; Alligator|CS gator]] Seton &ensp; Walrus Otto &ensp; Beaver Jules &ensp; Cockroach Douggle &ensp; Goat Chip &ensp; Raccoon Wayne &ensp; Cow Timothy &ensp; Human Butch &ensp; Shark <center>[[[Back to Extras|Extra]]]</center>

#<center>Chad</center> [[Return to Bios|characters page]] Species: Grizzlykin (Bearkin) Height: 7' 3.84" (2.231 meters) Age: ??? Occupation: Recently Unemployed Major: ??? &ensp; Chad is a bearkin of average height and slightly above average weight who loves video games. Specifically console games (ie Nintendo, Sony, etc). Slightly overweight from spending most of his time playing games and snacking rather than do anything physical. Chad is not naturally lazy, and will gladly exercise if a video game requires it.

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#<center>Nepno</center> [[Return to Bios|characters page]] Species: Alligatorkin (Crocodiliankin) Height: 9' 1.8" (2.78892 meters) Age: 33 Occupation: Unemployed Major: Medical Degree (Pediatrician) &ensp; Nepno is a quiet and reserved gatorkin by nature, often avoiding social gatherings subconsiously. In recent years he has been trying to be more social, but finds spending time with strangers taxing. As such, he spends most of his day, when not studying, sleeping. He is hard to rouse when sleeping and snores as loud as he is quiet when awake. If he manages to get to know someone it becomes less difficult to interact with them for him. While he finds social interaction difficult, this only applies to adults, as he has always had a fondness for children. He helped raise his younger sibling and frequently babysat the younger members of his family throughout his life, being the eldest among his cousins. This love of children has never deminished and he is determined to learn medicine to help treat sick and injured youths. He has met difficulty along this path, as a large (even for his species) animalkin with sharp teeth and claws, his looks could frighten children. He has done many things to try and appear less threatening, including filing his teeth and claws to blunt them and look more cartoonish and to hunch himself to look less towering when standing, to name a few.

#<center>Here</center> [[Return to Bios|characters page]] Species: () Height: ' " ( meters) Age: Occupation: Major: &ensp;

#<center>Larnar</center> [[Return to Bios|characters page]] Species: Ratkin (Rodentkin) Height: 3' 2.4" (0.97536 meters) Age: 19 Occupation: None Major: Art &ensp;

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#<center>Bud</center> [[Return to Bios|characters page]] Species: Rottweilerkin (Dogkin) Height: ' " ( meters) Age: 25 Occupation: Major: &ensp; Bud is a hyper (in the normal sense of the word), excitable, and naive dogkin. His older brother is a biker gang leader in his home town, and was used to being spoiled by him through his youth. A side effect of the spoiling is he developed a strong passion for food. Namely, eating it. If not due to his aforementioned energetic personality, he'd likely be one of the fatter party goers in this interactive.

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"How about we Thtart with the guetht room? I heard thnoring over there while playing with... Tim." Karb rubbed the lightly wiggling buldge in his lower midsection. "thtill wierd He'th in there. I'll have to let the guild know later." Looking up to you, he blushes and adds, "Thorry. I got dithracted again." "No worries. Let's head out then." You turn to the door only to hear Karbross exclaim, "Wait!" Clumsily getting off the bed, and adjusting to move with his newfound weight, the purple snakeman slithers over to the door and opens it before gesturing out and panting, "H-here you go, M'lady. After you." "How chivalrous!" You cheer. "Though I have to ask. 'M'lady'? Not many use that anymore." Karbross's eyes buldge as he realizes what he said and visbily fumbles with both his words and posture. "I-I jutht, um, like the, uh, way Knightth uthet to thpeak." Fiddling with the tips of his index finger he adds quietly, "I kinda alwayth wanted to be a knight and help a printheth." "Well, I suppose you are trying to save me from sleep deprivation of a moderately loud party." You muse. "I don't really want to be a helpless damsel though." "O-oh! I know! I didn't mean to imply otherwithe! I jutht want to be ath knightly ath I can. And if I can help a printheth any way, then that ith clothe enough." "Well, as long as you don't expect me to just let a dragon kidnap me so you can come save me, we're good. Though with your shiny scales, you could be the dragon and the knight." "Really?" Karb's eyes twinkle happily. Laughing you nod. "Certainly my knight. Let us be off. Onward to 'slay' the party, and 'expand' our 'troops'!" You pat the edges of the Tim-lump near Karbross's back. You consider cutting back on the airquotes. "Yeth! uh, I mean verily!" Karbross called, and undulated forward. You hoped Tim didn't feel like he was being dragged along the floor in that cute scaly tube. You knew he was gonna be padding soon enough, but still. You figure if it's soft enough padding for Karbross to slide along then it is probably not any worse for those wrapped inside, give or take the heat, humidity and tightness. Opening the guest room door, Karb lets you in first with a polite bow, and you spot a brown cockroachkin with his mandables gently sunk into the fat of a large gray rump. Two short thick legs dangle passively outside the roach along with a short tail. "Ith that bug finithing off a hippo?" The purple snake stared in disbelief. "I wathn't aware there wath thuch big... targetth." "You not up to the challenge, my knight?" You ask, slightly teasingly. Karb jolts slightly before straightening up as much as he can and replying, "Of courthe I am up to the challenge for you, M'lady! A knight thould never thtray from his path to therve his princeth! No matter the Oddth!" Watching the roach laze about on the guest bed, gently chewing and slurping over the limp hippo's tubby tush, you inquire to your partner, "I'm your princess, huh?" "I-I jutht meant, thatth how knightth addreth the royalty they therve, and-!" Karbross flusters, and fidgets before you place a hand on his shoulder to calm him. "I'm teasing you, silly. I already said you're my knight. I'm honored you think of me as a princess. Though, I'd prefer to be a queen personally. They actually get stuff done." "Oh. Okay. I figured thinthe you are thith houthe'th owner, you are it'th ruler. Tho, my queen, how may I betht therve you in claiming theethe 'reathourthes'?" Karb bows lightly. "Hmm~..." The roach slowly looks around with half lidded eyes in a seeming daze, just now apparently noticing he is less alone than he was before, but not aware enough to notice you and the purple snakeman at your side. You definately recognize the smell of pot, surprisingly faint though it may be, eminating from the insectman. The hippo remains limp, with the occasional tail twitch the only signal that there's any life to the mostly ingested chubbo. "I think my knight should make this decision himself and prove he can take down a 'beast' as massive as this one on his own." You reply, having fun getting into chracter. "Of courthe, M'lady." Karb bows again, before staring at his target. The mandables of the roach finally shove the pudgy buttcheeks into the cockroach's maw, and they jiggle out of view along with the chunky legs and tail. Karb sticks his tounge out the side of his mouth in concentration and preperation. Drool forms along the forked end of his otherwise human-like toungue as he thinks about how the cockroach will taste. Karb decides between three choices: He can [['march' right over and swallow|snake22a]] the still dazed roach, he could try and [[stick those stick-like legs up his tailhole|snake22b]], or he could try to [[sneak over to the unaware insectkin and eat him from bottom up|snake22c]].

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Karbross does what you can only assume to be the serpentine equivilant to marching on over to the barely concious cockroach and prods the engorged brown scaled gut. "Hark, lathy beatht, your rein of... uh... mildly noithy eating endth here!" "Huh?" The cockroach mumbles slowly looking ot the snakeman next to him. "Thorry. The Queenth orderth and all that." Karb shurgs and grabs the spindly shoulders of the insect. Karb's jaws open wide. Very wide in fact. Oh yeah... he's a snake. There is only confusion on the roach's face as those wide jaws decend towars him. Then all at once, the Cockroach's eyes bulge and a loud belch billows out from those mandibles, with a visible cloud puffing out as well. "Ghak! Wh-what wath... Wath... wha... Hnn... hhhuuu..." Karb exclaims, then decends into sluggish babbling before collapsing atop the brown gut of the cockroach. You stare in disbelief. what just happened? A sudden whiff of marijuana passes by that makes your knees wobble briefly. That explains both your knightly snake's and the hippo's limp passiveness. This insect has enough pot in his system that his burps incapacitate normal folk. You are still recovering from your legs almost giving out when the cockroach slowly reaches over to Karbross's limp form and pulls him into his slowly opening maw. You sigh, if those lazy mandibles could pull in a full grown hippokin then Karb's stuffed tum won't cause much hassle. You walk over when you feel stable enough and the roommate-filled lump is passing into those hungry jaws. You rub the outline that is clearly your roommate's butt through the soft scales of your defeated knight. "This was unexpected for both of us." You muse aloud as the cockroach lazily slurps up the remainder of his large reptilian noodle snack. You rub along the growing bulges of insectoid stomach. "'Scuse me, man. The bear I... uh... ate... gave me gas. And my grass... gave me the munchies. This bed's comfy... man..." He mumbles, finally noticing you. "Quite the hungry bug, huh?" You smirk. "You ate my knight, so you have to take his job." "Oh... man..." The roach slouches into the bed more, burping lightly away from you. [[start over|Title]]?

"Hmmm... mayhapth, I thould give Tim thome company?" The purple reptile's tail raises reflexively as he ponders. "Though I am curiouth how a giant thuper-bloated cockroach tathteth." Sliding over to the insect-kin's side, using the large brown gut to hide his presense, though likely unnecessary givin the lack of awareness present in his quarry, he sidles up sideways over the side of the guest bed. In one fluid motion Karb gathers the two sneaker-covered feet and shove his tail over them. "A-ahhh..." Karb moans. "Huh?" The engorged roach mumbles, trying to look over his boulder of a gut slowly. As the oddly thin legs of the cockroach slip into the retiplian tush, Karbross leans back and a click sounds beneath him. You narrow your eyes at the part of the bed that made the odd click, but before you can act, the covers shoot up and Karb is launched up and forward! The shocked serpent yelps as he is shot up and over the large brown gut. The part connected to the insect's feet abruptly halt his upward momentum and the momentum forces him to swiflty fold over the stomach and slam down. "Karb? Karbross, are you ok?" You ask swiftly walking over to the front of the bed to see the dazed reptile engulfing the cockroachman just past the torso. The four arms wiggle sluggishly as the roachkin is likely just as dazed. You look over the snakeman currently laying on his potential meal and rub over the stretched scales showing the disgruntled face of your roommate contorted within the long body wrapped around him. You look back and notice the end of the bed has some spring-board like mechanism that had been covered by blankets. Oh, and you also notice the force of the spring pulled out the bug's legs and feet. Regaining some of his composure, Karb subconsiously licks the bugkin stuck in his jaws and smiles. With the fluidity few animals but snakes can muster, Karbross glides down along the rest of the upper body of the technically larger animalkin and with methodic gulps and jaw lunges, begins to force the large gut into him. Relaxing a bit after finding everyone unharmed from the unexpected interuption, you kneel near the dissapearing midsection and rub the encroaching jaws. They turn a slightly more pink hue as they continue to accept more and more of the stuffed gut. The brown mass only giving a little to the compressing force around it, leading you to believe the bug's previous meals must be pretty packed in there to not have much give on his gut. Karbross lets his lower half and tail slide off to the side to assist with the consumption without discomforting him, and you take the time to massage the stretched scales with one hand and the swiftly vanishing stomach with the other. "Only a little to go." You encourage. "He's not much of a fighter is he?" You add, amused. "Hm-mm." Karb responds, now using his hands to help force the last of the stuffed bug in. After grasping his legs, Karb attempts to lift the large meal, and collapses back quickly, apparently underestimating his catch's weight. Seemingly embarrased by this slip-up, the once more blushing reptile yanks the legs toward himself while simultainiously lunging forward. The gut wobbles and stretches slightly before decending into the hungry pit of the purple snakeman. the last vestige of brown gut slips from view as those stretched jaws return to their normal position, and Karb lets loose a loud wet gulp, sending the spherical bulge down his body. Looking at the snakeman panting on his side, with the round form of the cockroach within squished slightly in the gastronomical tube of snake stomach just above the smaller bulge of Tim, you smile and rub over that engorged middle. "Great job, my knight! You have proven you can take down foes larger than yourself, and even handle unexpected traps!" Smiling, Karb responds, "Y-yeah... uh, yeth, my queen. Hoo... thith ith a new feeling. Never been thith thtuffed before." Shifting to sit up more straight, the new weight forced a fart out of the reptile and two red shoes land next to you. "O-oopth! Thorry! A-and 'Thcuse me!" You laugh, unable to help yourself. after a moment, you comment, "Sorry Karb. Not trying to laugh at you, just the sight of those sneakers shooting out was unexpected." Cupping the embarrassed reptile's face you add, "You look great, by the way. Does my handsome knight need to rest before we continue our quest?" "Ju-jutht a moment. I hope my umm... flatulanth wathn't too un-chivalrouth." Blinking he quickly adds, "W-Wai-handthome!? Me?" Karb is surprised when you lean in on his middle with your face in front of his. "Karbross Siedraet. I've known you almost as long as I have Tim. You've always been the most chivalrous person I've met. Even if we had just met, I wouldn't blame you for the little poot you gave just now. You stuffed your best bud up your bum and then ate a small boulder of a cockroach. I'd be surprised if you didn't have some gas." Booping his snoot you add, "And you're just as cute as you are handsome... my knight." Gulping, the blushing serpent asks quietly, "Wo-would you, uh, the queen ever conthider... um... dating a lowly knight... if he athked nithe?" "The standard, though antiquated, reward for a knights heroic duty is the hand of the princess. I have no princess so I guess I will have to do." Grinning, you add, "I can't wait to spoil my knight once his quest ends." You briefly wonder how he'd look with a crown... Cute you imagine. "My Bow!" Karb gasps, noticing his bowtie is on the ground the snakeman grunts as he picks it up. "Must've snapped off when your throat suddenly had a hippo-stuffed roach in it." You guess. "Aww... my dad gave thith to me... wait! I'm half naked!" The snake blushes deeply. "You still have your cufflinks. By our countries social standards you are just as clothed as always." You reassure him. You fail to mention that human culture generaly finds only body clothing to prevent being considered nude. "I th-thupose." Karb mumbles. "How about I take it and when this is done, I'll get one of my friends at college to sew is back together. Maybe even give it more stretchiness." Karb hands you the bow gingerly. Putting it into your pocket, you smile. "When you're ready, let's get you stuffed, my knight." Smiling, Karb slides slowly off the bed to try and get a feel for his new weight. "Well, my queen, doth thou have any preferenthe for where we travel to nextht? I think I've rethted enough for now." "Hmm... You did choose last time, so..." You ponder. "How about we see what we can find out in the [[back yard|snake221]], my intrepid knight." You smile and Karb bashfully returns the smile and nods.

Noticing the unaware stare the large insect is giving, Karb grins and starts to sneak over to the foot of the bed. You force yourself to not laugh, as watching the snake make sneaking motions with his short arms while not being able to change how he slithers is equaly funny and silly. Once at the foot of the bed, Karbross's long tube-like body helps him glide onto the bed without sound and in one fluid-like motion. It's honsetly impressive. Leaning down the snake licks his lips and reaches for those limp lounging legs. `*TWANG!*` The loud snap surprises both you and Karbross as part of the bedsheets lifts suddenly and violently, sending the shocked serpent snout-first into the roach's rump. The combination of Karb's smooth scales and the cockroach's lax posture allowing almost half the pruple serpent to disapear into the now stretched out roach rear. The lump of roommate the only thing that slowed the noodle-like body from shooting farther up. The cockroachman moans, finally looking around his gut at the protruding purple tail. "Whoa man... coulda warned a guy... ah well... man, thanks for the meal, man." He sighs, gently lifting a leg, and lazly slurping up more of your poor knight's wiggling body and tail. Karb tries to put up a fight, but the object that flung him into his captor is no longer compressed, and the remained of the unfortunate would-be knight is at an incline down towards the slowly slurping sphincter. The snake's slight chub rippling around the rump ring as he wiggles and shakes, which is probably only helping the cockroach since he can't grab anything. You debate trying to help Karbross but are stopped by the cockroach saying, "Oh, hey man... didn't see you there. Thanks for the grub, man... Got the munchies something awful and haven't 'cleaned the pipes' in ages. The suddeness sobered me up some though... oh well..." "Don't suppose you could let him go?" You ask. "Don't have much practice getting 'em out. Might be difficult." he replies, calmly. You sigh. "Never mind then. Sorry, my knight, but fair is fair. You had a good strategy." You pat the remaining tail that dejectedly hangs out the brown insect. Lifting the guest bed covers at its end, you reveal a sping-like mechanism that was not visible before. You wonder where this thing came from. You glance at the hind-end of th roach as the last vestige of purple slips from view and pat the cockroach's side. He's softer than he looks. You blush as you are directly informed that he has a almost dog-like sheath. Getting up to avoid staring further, you dust yourself off to stall while your blush fades. "Mind if I smoke some more grass, man?" The cockroach asks, politely. "Go ahead. just don't catch anything on fire." You smile. "Aye aye, man." He lazily salutes and adds, "Man my munchies are not going away." "Good for you, then." You announce. "Since you slurped up my poor knight, you now have the resposibility to take the rest of this party into yourself." Pausing with the bong to his lips, the cockroachman sighs wearily. "Aw, man... do knights have to take drug tests?" Smirking, you shake your head. "As long as it's just weed, it's fine." Rubbing the lightly wiggling bulge of cramped snake you add, "You did well, Sir Karb. Can I trust you to continue serving me as fat on your fellow knight?" The bugle shifts some and you make out the snake attempting a salute from inside the bug-kin's bowels. Affectionately patting the lump you quietly add, "That's my favorite snake." [[start over|Title]]?

#<center>Karbross</center> [[Return to Bios|characters page]] Species: Pythonkin (Snakekin) [Regiuskin] Height: 7' 3" (2.21 meters) [Snakekin have an average position that is most comfortable to 'stand' at. This is the height Karbross is from said position. He can, with effort, go higher and shorter but it is a less comfortable position.] Full Length: 16' 7" (5.055 meters) Age: 26 Occupation: Game store employee (Owner's Son) Major: Buisness &ensp; Karbross, or Karb as his friends tend to call him, is a somewhat quiet even-tempered snakeman. He grew up with videogames, and playing them with his father is some of his earliest and fondest memories. He met Timothy by chance when the human visited his father's store and absentmindedly mentioned his online friend from his favorite game mentioning liking it. Turns out that his MMO friend wa Karbross. The two became immediate friends and while they argue from time to time, they feel a brotherly bond with each other. Karbross has always had a facination with medieval fantasy stories and settings, especially dragons and knights. While he loved the idea of a knight going out to rescue a princess in distress he never liked stories about dragon slaying, and would make comics in his youth about dragons becoming knights. He also wondered why knights in stories always had to be male, and made a short story in highschool about a princess knight who rescued a dragon in distress. Even now, when he plays games he typically chooses knight-like characters to play as. He also frequently uses an attempt at what he believes to be the archaic speak of the times of knights, especially when getting into character in games. His physical traits are a mix of his parents, as his mother has more simian-like traits for a snake-kin (such as hair, normal-sized arms, human-like toungue, etc.) while his father looks like a large snake with simian-like teeth and a tie. He is somewhat self concious about his short arms, but doesn't let it bother him too often. His lisp is a side effect of having a toungue that is shaped like a human's, with the end shaped like a snake's, and having a mixture of human like teeth and little fangs.

After the surprisingly easy trip down the stairs with the bloated snakeman you follow next to the reptile, arms wrapped around his as he 'escorts' you to your own backyard. Even before Karbross opens the door, you hear the grunting and wet slurps of predatorial gluttony. "Thoundth like thomeone elthe ith having a big meal." "Hmm... yeah, seems like everykin at this party was both male and a predator. That is... honestly remarkable odds." You reply. "Really? How'd you know that they are all predatorth? Ith is becauthe you are female?" Karbross asks, quizzically. "Umm... kinda." You agree. "Females do have a better sense of these things normally." You add. Accepting that answer, Karb nods and then opens the door for you. Upon exiting, you notice that the only animalkin out in your backyard was a chunky walrus with a dog's jaws wrapped around his midsection. The walrus has one flipper trapped at his side, but is holding his own surprisingly well with his remaining flipper shoving against the dogman's snout. "Give it up, ya greenhorn! I've fought wild fish with more predatorial skill than this! Even half asleep and with one flipper tied you can't finish me. You are going to go right up my ass, boy." The walrus grumbles loudly. As Karb joins you on the porch and notices the struggling duo out on the grass he tilts his head in contemplation. The Walrus notices you and your partner and goes from looking just frustrated to embarassed looking. "Ah. Uh, hello there lass. Pardon the compromisin' position. Woke up to this pooch here trying to get a stuffed meal. Mighty embarassin' fer a frequent predator to let himself exposed like this." "Not at all. I'm sure you caught many other predators the same way. Happens to the best." You reply casualy. "My friend here is gonna try and eat you two, too." "Ah. very forward. I like it... `*grunt*`... hope you don't mind if I add them to my gut instead." The walrus laughs, while struggling with the dogman drooling around his waist. "Fair's fair." You nod. "Sorry, Karb. I may have ruined the element of surprise, but both are preoccupied, so it evens out. I think." "Yeah. I thuppothe it doethe." The purple reptile agrees readily. Glancing at the two struggling predators, he adds, "thothe two have adorable bellieth." looking back to you he then adds, "If I do fail you, my queen, I requetht that you cuddle the winnerth tummy... I wanna cuddle them mythelf." "I will, Karb. But let's try to keep you as the outermost layer of predator for now, hm?" You suggest teasingly patting his stomach. "Not that I want to be food, but I underthtand the appeal. Part of my dethire to get fat ith to cuddle my own belly... ith that wierd?" "Nah. Belly cuddles are the best. I imagine having one of your own would be nice as well. I prefer being rather thin, myself, but can see the appeal of it." Laughing you note, "Shouldn't we be getting back to the task at hand?" "O-oh! Yeth." Kab agrees. Taking note of how the other two are still in stalemate, but both are tiring, he makes a mental list of the options he can imediately think of. He could [[take on the walrus|snake221a]] and meet the dog along the way. Alternatively, he could [[give the dog a taste of his own medicine|snake221b]] and gulp him from behind. Lastly he knows the easiest way would likely be to [[wait and let them tire each other out|snake221c]], but feels it isn't very knightly.

Karbross slithers and wobbles over to the struggling pair and grabs the Walrusman by his tusks. "Gah! No, stop you-!" The walrus exclaims as the lavender snakeman decends over his head. Karbross's maw open so wide he only touches the walrus when he releases the two protruding teeth, cutting him off mid-sentence. With the same eagerness of swallowing from earlier, Karb gulps over the grey soft middle, slathering the large belly with saliva. You look to the dogman and realize he has stopped fighting his meal and is just watching Karbross. "Um, Karb? I think you should be careful there." You call. "Hmmf?" Karb tries to respond, as his jaws are grabbed by two reddish paws. Karb manages to bring his arms up as the dogkin yanks forward and pins Karbross's snout under his own. The dog then begins to slurp over the snake rapidly, disorienting him while he reaches under his armpits and pulls forward, sending more snake into him. Sighing, you walk over to the progressively pinned serpent and hug his bloated middle. patting his back you console him, "Good try, my loyal knight. That idea wasn't bad. It just gave this doggy a chance to catch his breath and then catch you." You want to say more, but can't think of anything to say that won't make this harder for you or him. As you glance at the dogman slowly slobbering down the incline of snake gut he sees you meet his gaze and a small tail starts vigerously wiggling as his drool and slurping increase and Karb wiggles in protest. The wiggling, and his natural aerodynamic form (belly notwithstanding), sends the poor snakeman sliding down swiftly into the now bouncy dog's doughy middle. A belch works up and around Karb as the dog's gas flaps the canine's jowls and Karbs chub. You manage to withhold a snicker at the strange, humorous noise as Karb's descent swiftens and the purple tailtip dissapears behind slobbery jaws. Belching again and sending slobber everywhere, the dog greets you cheerily and bounces lightly on his belly with his toes. His toes that barely touch the ground now. You give and awkward wave as you watch the long body of your knightly snake adjusting in the confines of the pupper's paunch. [[start over|Title]]?

Karbross sneaks around behind the struggling pair with remarkable ease given his bulk and moreso how recently said bulk was aquired. Snakekin seem adept at moving quietly it seems, you muse to yourself. Silently positioning his open jaws behind the doggo's behind, Karb lunges and the plush rump compresses into the expanding maw of the snake. The red-furred dogkin mumbles in confusion and tries to peek behind him. Taking immediate advantage of the distracted canine, the walrus twists and shoves simultainously against the muzzles of the fat dog and most of the plump pinniped's paunch slips out before the dog clamps back down wit his jaws. Now with both flippers and his would-be predator distracted, the seasoned walrus steadly slides out from those desperate jaws. Once most of the walrus has escaped the dog calls out, "Food, come back!" allowing the tail-flipper of the walrus to pop out. Now distracted with his escaped 'food', the dog has his own arms pinned to the sides as Karb gulps across his stuffed middle. "Har! I said I wasn't gonna be yer foo, boy, and I'm not!" Glancing at Karb slowly sliding over the stuggling pupper, He added, "I'd normally thank ye, lad, but I know you'd be eatin' me if I'd let ye. 'Course I'd probably eatcha anyhow. Haven't had scalekin in ages. A snakekin like you'd fit nice in mah balls, but you said you liked my belleh, eh lad? Then I'll do ya a favor and let you get aquainted with it!" The walrus made a lazy waddle-slithering motion with occasional hops to move about, using his tail to help push himself forward. You'd seen some aquatickin use their tail-fin/flippers as makeshift legs/feet before, but all of those were much thinner than this walrus. You wonder if it would be even feasable at his weight to do that. Karb readied himseslf for the walrus as he approached. He knew he had to act quickly to get the walrus before the walrus got him. The reptile was startles when instead of going for him, the walrus grabbed at the protruding dog's muzzle. Karb was aproaching the shoulders of the canine and had little of the doggy left to gulp. Karbross grabbed the walrus's arms but the gray glutton ignored this and shoved the dog's snout into his bellybutton. A muffled protest by the red furball is quickly silenced by layers of gray chub. "Harhar! Love the fuzzy ones sliding into mah belleh hole! You scalekin slidein smooth, though." The walrus lets go of his quarry, twists his own arms suddenly and then immedietly yanks his arms toward himself. Karb released the walrus in reflex as his own arms are used to pull him closer to the deep gray pit. The moment his flipper-arms were released, The walrus lunges forward grabbing the Karb's head with one flipper and a roll of fat on his back with the other. Shoving the surprised serpent's head towards his gut and pulling the chunky body up with the other, while the predatorial walrus lathers Karbross's back with his toungue. You are rather impressed with the pinniped's technique. He clearly has predated many times before. You circle the two tubby animalkin taking in the wiggling blubber between the two as the gray walrus simultainously licks and slobbers over his catch while yanking more and more of Karb into his navel. The whole scene would look like a tubby walrus hugging a equally tubby snake from your current angle if the walrus wasn't tasting your snakey knight. As the walrus embraced more his stomach grew, and the stuffed sea mammal started quietly panting and moaning. It was not long before the last of your favorite snake slipped from view, and the walrus rolled onto his side, exposing his navel to you as the tip slipped in. You would have thought he was showing off to you had he not suddenly jolted as his eyes wandered to you. "Ah-ah... `*Belch*` 'scure me lass. I tend to let mah hunger control me around tasty fatboys like those two." Remembering Karbross's request you go over and gently knead that gray mass. "If I minded I wouldn't have been having my recently ingested knight try and eat you, would I?" You smile coyly. "True! HarHar Har!" The walrus laughs heartily, causing his tummy to wobble. "Sorry about yer... knight was it?" He scratches his head uncertainly. "He wanted to be my knight, yes. And so he is. We both knew this could happen. I suppose I should appologize as well for wanting you to be the one inside a belly right now." "As you said before; 'Fair's fair'." He chuckles again. "That said, I do feel kinda bad eatin' your cute friend, but fatties are the tastiest. I just can't help mahself!" Climbing up the large gray dome, you lean in to the now lightly blushing walrus's face and kiss him on his whiskered muzzle. the stubble and whiskers where rougher than normal hair, but softer than you reckon a wild walrus would be. pulling back from the smooch, you quip, "I agree." Blushing hard now, the walrus stutters, "W-well... ah... um uh h-hold on. ah-ah don't d-do this often, but..." He wraps his flippers around his gut, moves it around with purpose and then squeezes his gut, causing delightfull rolls around his webbed apendages. moments later a purple snout pops up from his belly button. "Ahh... there ya go, lass. cuddle with yer knight fer a bit afore I decide to make him into blubber. And I seem to recall you wanted to feel mah belleh more, eh laddie? Well feel all fat around yer little head." "Oh, thank you." You cheer. Reaching into the navel to clasp onto those chubby scaly cheeks, you smooch your knight. "How's it feel in there, Karb?" "W-well... athide from the ominouth thoundth behind me... really nithe! Thuch thoft thick thquithy thtomach fat!" Karb nuzzles the surrounding blubber. You continue to chat and smooch your knight, reassuring him that he did fine. You both continue to compliment the flustered walrus and lose track of time... [[start over|Title]]?

"I feel bad jutht waiting for them to tire, but I have many more mealth to conthume to complete my quetht." Karb sighs. "Though I thupose interupting them would be rude ath well..." "It may not be the most fair, but tactics are tactics." You quietly reply. "I'm glad my knight has smarts to go with his looks." You add, unable to resist rubbing the nearby soft scaly sides. Blushing as expected, the purple reptile fidgets in place as you both wait. After about five minutes of fruitless gulping, the dogman shows clear signs of fatigue. The walrusman sweating, but clearly pacing himself, finally uses his reserved energy to shove himself out and in one fell swoop use the same fin holding the canine's muzzle to pull said snout right up to his tailhole. "Ah. There we go kiddo... now see how a real predator eats!" Using his newly freed fin-arm he shoves himself into the air and over the dog, where he hoveres for a split second before gravity takes course and one sweaty mammal swiftly slides over another. The walrus sighs, now sitting on the ground in a reclined position, a pair of dog paws protruding from under his blubberous belly. You mentally imagine the rump of the plump pooch currently surrounded by the gray mass of walrus ass. Those fuzzy feet wiggle around slightly, but the weight of the gut on their legs and poor positioning prove too limiting. "Well. Now it's time for you." The pinniped rubs over his globe of a gut and sighs. "That last one was too much effort... so let us make a deal. And the lass here can make us keep it." "Dependth. It needth to be better than jutht trying to go for a tired, stuffed walruth before he getth hith thecond wind." "Ha! True, true. But..." The walrus stops and leaps suddenly to his tail-fin and with a flex yanks in the last of his recent meal. "... I'm not as tired as you might think." You wonder how true that is, and how much is bluff. "What is your proposal then?" You cross your arms, smirking. You can't help but enjoy the eye candy these two stuffed gluttons present. The grinning walrus replies in a loud belching "WELL-!" Blushing slightly, he coughs and adds, "s'cuse me lass. Got some pent up gasses." "By all means, let loose those gasses. I find masculine gluttony quite appealing." You wave a hand dismissively. "I like your style lass. Well, since you insist..." A simultanous belch and fart resound from the bloated walrus who then shifts himself pleasingly on his tail. "I'd probably be too embarathed to do that in fron of you, my queen." Karb sighs. You pat his arm encouragingly. "In due time maybe you will. If not, I understand. Your sheepishness is so cute." Turning back to the gray pinniped, you gesture and say, "You were saying?" "Ah yes... Well, Seeing as I don't want to have to put in an effort to take down another meal, and since your purple serpent let me settle things with my last meal, how about this..." Shifting again, the walrus grins at Karb, visibly drooling. "I'll let you try to eat me. On the condition you have to fit all of me in your mouth at once before swallowing. If ye can't. You let me eat you. No stuggling between us." "Hm... What do you thay, my Queen?" Karb asks. "Up to you Karb. You can try his challenge, or try to nab him normally. Though he has had plenty of time to catch his breath some now." "True, true." Karb nods. "Fine. I'll Fit your entire math in my jawth and gulp you in one gulp." Karb strikes what you assume he feels is a heroic pose. It's adorable. "Heh. There's a big difference from predating and from fittin' an entire kin in yer mouth. Odds are in my favor." "You forgot, thir... that I'm a thnake. Even if my jaw ithn't thtretchy enough, I can unhinge it further." Karb retorts, approaching til the two are gut-to-gut. "Hmn... Yeah, I did forget that. but let's see if that will be enough." The walrus replies, faltering for only a brief moment. Sliding over to Karb, the fat walrus grabs the maw of your snake and opens it wide. He then continues to stretch out that reptilian maw, before a popping sound sounds quietly from the purple predator's jaw, and the walrus almost falls forward with the new ease of stretching maw before it slows again. Karb's jaw is a tall thin oval now, stretching from near the ground to almost the walrus's eye level. Karb remains as relaxed as he can to avoid his jaws snapping back together. Huffing at the ease with which his target's jaw opened so tall, the walrus begins to enter the egress of a digestive tract like entering a tent, with his gut pinning the serpentine jaw to the ground, one hand holding up the snout, and the other shoving elastic cheek to the side. Soon, the gray mammal has his entire upper bod inside the jaws of Karb, with the large mass of gut and walrus butt and tail still sticking out. Grunting, the walrus turns slowly to face outward, his bristly whiskers sticking to his face and the cheek walls around him. Once he has finally turned, you take a moment to take in the half gobbled pinniped. The roof of Karbross's mouth obscuring half of his eyes and everything above on the walrus. Only his large gut spills out of Karb's maw. but that is over half of his mass. "Okay, boy, I walked in, you have to fit all of me inside." The walrus bellows from within the purple jaws. Grunting, Karbross begins to close his maw. The jaw strains to lift the hefty weight of aquatic mammal, but cannot. The top of the jaw doesn't budge either, with so much walrus standing there. Karb changes tactics slightly, and tries sucking with his lips and lathering the large pinniped with his tongue. Slowly the lips begin to close around the walrus, like a living tent flap creeping closed. Unfortunately, the lips slow to a halt with only half the gray gut within. "Hah. I knew I'd gotten too big for yer big mouth!" the walrus laughs within. A muffled complaint from Karbross follws after, with the walrus retorting, "Now don't you try and pull a fast one. You just got stuck at half my gut. so unless you can finish up, let me have my meal." Rubbing the sides of his jaws for a while, you hear a familiar muffled popping sound, and one loud grunt later the lavender lips wrap around and seal in the boastful walrus. Smiling at you, Karbross give you a thumbs up. You giggle and hold up a hand. "Hold on a moment, my knight." Walking up to the pursed lips you gently part them a small amout and see the disgruntled eyes from within. "Looks like you two won. Congrats." glancing behind him into the tunnel he'd soon be tumbling a look of nervousness passed over his eyes before reverting to his grumpy demeanor. "Doubt it, but if you wanted to let me out, I'd like that. If not. I understand." An almost sad smile barely comes to view as he adds, "Would've loved to have a lass like you." "Put your muzzle out here." You request. Complying, the whiskered muzzle peeks through the parted lips. "Like this?" He asks. You grap Karb by the cheeks and pull your lips to the gray walrus's own and feel the slightly rough, prickly whiskers around your face as the walrus tenses from shock, then relaxes. After a couple minutes, you gently push against his buldge within Karb's neck and the reptile reflexivly swallows. You are left kissing the wide-eyed snakeman, whom you wrap your arms around ina an embrace as you press onward with your smooching. Finally letting go you comend your knight, "Well done, Karb! You are well on your way to finishing your mission, and getting your reward." "R-reward!?" Karb gasps, then laughs, "Oh, you mean dating me, right, my Queen?" "Well as I said before. If we're going old school, then you'll win my hand by completeing my 'noble quest'." You reply. "Eng-g-gagement!?" Karb sputters. looking off as he contemplates he murmmurs, "I hadn't even conthidered. Woah... what a dream..." He whispers the last part, but you readily hear at this distance. shaking his head while blushing heavily he quickly adds, "We thhould carry on then! I'll lead the way, if you do not mind my Queen!" With a gesture you let the bloated snake pass back into the house. As you lead the way he slithers towards [[the living room|snake222]].

Following your stuffed serpent slithering into your home, you gently close the door behind you, not taking your eyes off the broad backside slowly slinking away nor the large gut bloated outwards clearly visible from behind. You stop for a moment to pick up a box sitting near your door. Raising an eyebrow at somehow not noticing it when you arrived, you shrug and go to catch up to your knight. You catch up right as he rounds the corner and the two of you see a large gray gut taking up much of the space in the corner of your kitchen. You catch sight of the owner's head and reralize the gut belongs to a very stuffed raccoonkin. The dark gray dome clearly housing many occupants. Somehow a tightly stretched "Let... go..." a strained voice comes from behind the stuffed mammal. sidestepping to your right, you see an almost black ratkin's head and arms sticking out from under the fuzzy mass. The rodent is currently holding onto a pipe under your sink, which is open for some reason. "You better not go breaking the pipes I just got done fixin'!" The Raccoon growls, clarifying your confused observasion. "If you let go I'll let you into a much better pipe; My hungry tailpipe!" The raccoon whips his fluffy tail over the smaller kin's face and a moment later the ratman sneezes, letting go of the pipe keeping him out of the larger animalkin. A yelp of fear is cut short as he is swiftly sent under the large gut and into the plumber's crack. The coon sighs, then farts loudly. "What do you have there?" Karbross inquires in a whisper, startling you for a moment. "This?" You respond equally quietly raising the plain box. "I am not sure. It was near the door." Opening the package you see a simple violet pill on a white satin pillow. The pill has a snake printed on it. "Ooh! A note!" Karb points out a not on the inside of the box's lid. "'Hey Wallflower!'" you read the introduction line and sigh. "It's from Dianthus." "Ithin't that one of your college friendth?" Karb asks. "Yeah. She's a chemical engineer." You agree. She must have made this pill. "'Give this bad boy to one of those guys you have the hots for! It's sure to put the fire in their bellies! -Dian'" You stare from the cryptic note to the pill and back. "Not sure what she means. Up to you if you want to take it, Karb." You forget your 'queenly persona' in your exasperation. Dian wears you out even when she isn't here. "M-me!? I-ith it th-th-thafe?" he asks timidly before blushing, realizing your compliment you just implied. Sighing you reply, "Yes. Dian may be brash, impulsive, and far more confident than anyone has a right to be, but she only hands out products she knows will work exactly as she wants. The problem is she was purposefully vague." Thinking for a moment Karb makes his decision. -[[Too risky. Try the old-fashioned way!|snake222a]] -[[Take a chance! Make Mistakes!|snake222b]] -[[The pill might be usefull on the raccoon.|snake222c]]

"Nah. I'll thee if I can do thith on my own. We thould athk her what it doeth though." Karb decides. You nod and jump a little as your purple knight is suddenly enveloped down to his chest by a gray blur. You see the tell-tale 'mask' of a racoon marking the the face of the sudden assailent. The raccoonman had apparently leapt a decent distance, given his girth, and slammed his muzzled down over Karbross. The procyonid pressed forward and down, allowing him to roll forward and push Karb back. This motion allowed gravity to assist in the rapid consumption of the snake. As you recover from your shock some you notice the muzzle of the raccoonman is quite greasy, which helps explain why he is gliding over your poor purple snake. You think about helping Karb, but you are at a loss for what to do in the few seconds remaining before the engorged gut of your scaly friend disappears. Soon those dark jaws are starting to close as the enormous stomach slides in and the comparitively thin tail slides slowly in. The raccoon is laying awkwardly on his front due to his rolling motion and after crawling out from under himself the raccoon lifts his head in the air and gulps mightily. The last wiggling section of Karb goes down much slower, now that gravity is not helping and his stomach is so packed. Once he finally does finish, the raccoonman pants and says, "Sorry about the interuption. but I-" He releases a belch and immediatly continues, "Heard you two talking and didn't want to let myself get gobbled up." Patting his sides he laughs, "You have any more friends that might want a piece of me? I'd love a lot of them!" "No, sorry. So you are the plumber I called a few days ago? I expected you yesterday." You reply and question. "Ah, yeah, about that." the raccoon looks embarassed. "The guy who was supposed to come here got eaten by another client. We just sorted that out today. Guy scammed us out of five men before we caught on. Anyway, sink's fixed. Ate some food and partiers, as you can see, and if you don't mind I'll just lay here for a while." Belching he folds his arms under his chin and his eyes droop. "Oh, and my boss says he's only gonna charge you half since we were late. So you'll ``*yawn*`` be reimbursed soon..." The raccoon drifts off as he finishes. At least your sink's fixed, you guess. [[start over|Title]]?

"Nothing ventured, nothing earned, ath they thay." Karb hasitates a moment before downing the pill. After a moment or two, he asks, "Ith it working?" "Probably, but who knows how long it will take to-" You are cut off as Karb winces. "You okay!?" "Y-yeah. Jutht a surprising pinching thenthation." Blinking he adds, "Am I getting... taller?" You notice the lavender reptile is indeed getting longer, both his body, and his snout, with little fangs poking out the side. The scutes on the underside of his body start to thicken and look a little rougher and bumpier than the usual smooth scales of a snake. he has grown two short legs matching his tiny arms. Both arms and legs now sporting thick yet dull looking claws. Two long branching horns stretch out from behind Karbross's head and, finally, two long whisker-like protrusions emerge from beside his snout. "Did he just turn into a dragon!?" The raccoonman asked, wide-eyed from his seat in front of the sink. you and dragon-Karb turn to him and his expresion turns to a nervous smile. "Hehe... oops." Karb turns his gaze to you and grins mischieviously, "I'll be right back." He waddles swiftly over to the raccoon who tries to get up, but is not able to before being lifted with surprising ease by the dragon snake. Karb's jaws pop and spread increadibly open as he shoves the stuffed mammal in butt first. The force causes the coon's fat to push up and around most of his own head and face, with only the tip of the muzzle visible. Flab folds around Karb's jaws before a strong swallow sucks much of the fuzzy prey down into his long swelling neck. "T-the... sink's fixed." the squishes muzzle mumbles before a second swallow pulls the mass of coon fat into the depths of the dragon's jaws. Tracing the bulge down his gullet, Karb sighs once his meal has settled into his wide gut. "Wow. That was exhilarating! I feel tho thtrong! Thame I'm not a western thtyle dragon. Ah, but I thould jutht be happy I get to finally be one at all!" Belching up a small wisp of purple fire, that he quickly snatches before the rogue flame can cause any havok he adds, "Theems I thtill have a lithp. oh well. Your dragon knight ith ready to finish hith quetht for you, my queen!" He bows slightly, his familiar kind smile looking adorable and silly on his new draconic features. "Got to say. I did not expect this." You admit, feeling the rougher scales of your fat dragon snake knight. "Oh, and thank you Mr plumber for fixing my sink." You think to thank the plumber raccoonkin, as you gently rub the scaly tummy. A muffled affirmation responds from within. Sniffing the air, DracoKarb says, "Aside from us, the only fresh kin smells in the house are [[across the hall|snake223]], in the dining room. Smells strongly of bunny and beaver." "Well let's go unite this party into one body. Preferably yours, my cute knight." Karbross blushes.

Karbross takes the purple pill and tosses it gently into the Raccoon's still wide open maw. The Coonkin gulps reflexively and his eyes go wide. After a moment he glares at Karb and demands, "What in the world did you just feed me?" "Dunno, really." Karb shrugs. The raccoon struggles to stand andeventually uprights himself. "You can't just go around feedin' people random-!" He starts before wincing. "Oof that pinched. What-?" He then belches and you all go wide -eyed as the raccoon's neck elongates! The lighter fur of his underside begins to fall out rapidly followed quickly by his teeth. "Are you thure that thtuff is thafe!?" Karb gasps. "I've never known her products to fail once she finishes them!" You reply. The now bare underside of the raccoon begins to appear glossy, and then scaled, while new teeth poke out of the raccoon's maw. Glancing around the mutating mammal you notice he is growing horns and his tail is now bald and scaly like his underside. His teeth are now pointier and longer, as is his fingernails. He also appears to have grown some. Panting a bit the transformed raccoon simply states, "Whoa." "He'th a dragon now!" Karb gasps, looking at the raccoon's overall features. "He is." You agree, dumbfounded. "Well, a dragon-coon. A Draccoon... Dragoon... Raccgon?" You list off potential species names as you collect yourself. The Raccoogon has seems to collect themselves first as he suddenly bears down on Karb, who can only let out a quick, 'eep!' before he's a quarter consumed by the reptile-mammal. Those large teeth apparently not as sharp as they look, since they only serve to lock Karb from escaping rather than injure him. Ravenously, the transformed plumber shovels Karb into his readily expanding jaws. His new form giving him increased strength, made apparent by him casually lifting the bloated snake into the air and stuffing the remainder into his gullet. "Well... this was all a bit unexpected." You state numbly. "Same." The dragon-raccoon agrees, before belching, and a small grey-white flame bursts out, which he scambles to catch with his hands before it burns anything. after extenguishing the monochromatic fireball he chuckles and turns to you. "So uhh... want to cuddle a fuzzy dragon?" Turning to your sink he adds, "Oh, and you sink's fixed... This is your house right?" [[start over|Title]]?

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"Now that I have this new dragon strength allow me to carry you, my queen." Karbross offers. You smile and nod, and are then gently picked up into his still short, but stronger reptilian arms. You feel the soft squish of his belly below you and the movement from within. You lay your head against the snake dragon's soft chest and watch the widely smiling muzzle flush reddish. Karbross walks slowly and carefully even with his newfound strength and the short walk to the room across the hall takes a couple minutes. While you remain silent you notice his gait is a little off, likely from not being used to walking on legs. Peering into the room, the two of you see the last two animalkin Karb smelled in the house. It was also apparent the three remaining males was soon to become two, as the orange-hued beaver sitting on the reinforced, yet straining, chair of your dining room was lathering the face of the plump bunnykin sticking our from his maw. The big cheeks and large incisors framing the grimacing muzzle sticking out before the beavers jaws started clamping down. For a moment the beaver had two sets of large rodent teeth before his golden colored teeth slid over the white ones behind. A loud gulp, and the bunny was sent into the enormous gut of the short animalkin. Looking up at your knight you quietly remark, "Karb! You're reverting back to normal!" Looking down at himself, karbross noticed his scales smoothing out, and his new legs sinking into his chub, this time without said fat being the reason. Gently putting you down, Karb realized he had to decide a plan now. [[Charge while his power of transformation remained!|snake223a]] [[Careful approach. Balancing the dwindling strength with caution!|snake223b]] [[Wait for the right opportunity!|snake223c]]

"Gotta make the motht of thith!" Karb grunted as he charged forward toward the bloated beaver. hearing the loud lumbering footfalls, the rodent grunted and sat forward to see over his own stomach. Seeing the lumber bulk of a dragonish serpent charging the startled mammal yelped loudly. Suddenly, Karbross's legs and feet melded back into his body, causing the snake to fumble and roll, right into the still open maw of the orange beaverkin. The impact send the beaver into the roll as well. Luckily they stop before crashing into anything and hurting themselves, but unfortunately your fat knight is almost halfway in the rodent's gullet. The beaverkin is clearly dazed, his eyes spinning slightly, but so is Karbross and the natural gluttonous nature of the beaver causes the beaverman to gulp automatically. You think to yank out Karbross while both are dizzy, but know that with the throat muscles guiding the purple serpent downward and him being over halfway inside that it would be difficult and likely hurt at least one of them. Sighing you give a big hug to the snake's ample underbelly. You give a few experimental tugs just to see if the beaverman might not have a tight grip on your handsome snake but alas, he does. You continue to cuddle the purple mass untill those overstretched lips start to slide slowly over the jiggly surface near you. in surprisingly short order, given the circumstances, Karb is all tucked away inside his fuzzy new home. The beaver belches wetly and saysshakily, "G-good gracious. That was a lot all at once. I ``*urrp*`` need t'lie down for a bit. You watch the beaver pass out as more gas slowly leaks out from his jaws. Well... this isn't exactly what you had in mind. [[start over|Title]]?

"No thenthe rushing now. But I thould take advantage of my limited extra thtrength." Karb decides. "Wish me luck!" Grabbing his adorable face you pull yourself into a kiss on his round muzzle. The surprised blush filled look on his face was just too cute. "Good luck, my sweet, handsome knight." You whisper. Smiling, the snakekin combined his remaining legs pushing power and his normal snakelike slither to purposefully but carefully glide to his target. The still unaware beaverkin's gut churning too loudly to notice your quiet conversation and his gut too large to see over providing the quiet serpent ample cover. The beaver raised a leg lazily and farted loud, scratching his gut. Karb stopped for a moment, clearly admiring the hedonistic mammal's adorable sloblike nature and bloated physique. As the chunky castorid caressed his gut Karbross grabbed the thick, flat tail poking out under his overhang and over his left leg. The orange mammal went wide eyed before being yanked back with a yelp. While Karbross was visually back to normal he was clearly still stretchy, as a single gulp of the thick tail and his maw was stretching around the beaver's exposed navel. "W-wai``*uuUUUURRRP!*``" The beaver belched as his gut was squished up around his head. Karbross's eyes wavered slightly and he lost the strength to hold the vast mass of beaver blubber up. Karb fell to the side, luckily avoiding hitting the table. ``*Baarp!*`` The beaver belched deeply from the impact. The castoridkin moaned from his stomach being roughed around. Karb's throat relaxed, yet remained stretchy, so the flab and prey within the beaver gut that spilled out of Karbross's maw could settle back to a normal shape, right into said maw. Karb realizing his prey had flooded into his jaws let loose another, weaker, gulp yanking another bit of fuzzy glutton down and in. "No Sto-" The beaver tried to plead, but a pair of yellow furry hands, slick with saliva popped out from his maw and wiggle around, trying to get free. The beaver's focus went to his escaping meal and allowed himself to sink further into Karbross without struggle. Once the beaver had his cheeks stuffed again with bunny his clenched his hands and gulped fiercely, sending the large lump down. Sighing he only then noticed he was chest deep in snake. "No no no! Stop! I'm not supposed to be food! I'm-!" His words cut off again as the purple jaws slid over his and forced them closed. With one last pitiful whimper the wide eyed beaver slid down Karbross's throat and out of view. "I... I did it, didn't I?" Karb slowly broke into a huge smile "Y-your knight... Has ``*urp*`` completed his quest, m'lady." He attempted to bow, but collapsed onto his side. "Ooh... I'm tired..." After making sure the panting reptile wasn't hurt from all that collapsing, you smiled warmly, "You certainly did complete your quest. Now rest up my handsome knight. You deserve it." Karb grins before passing out. You go and get him some pillows and blankets and help the unconsious snakekin get comfier. You situate youself under the blankets next to his gurgly gut and whisper, "looks like this time the princess got the dragon." [[The next morning...|Snake22End]]

"I think I should wait. Who knowth if there'th any thide effectth." Karbross whispers. You nod and cuddle the blushy snake as you watch his body lower as it consumes his own legs. The shortening appendages suddenly tuck into the flab and dissapear, re-melding to their host. you look him over and notice his horns are mostly gone, just receding nubs, and that most signs of his dragon-like form are almost gone. "Well well! Look at this big ball of meat!" The nearby beaver exclaims. Grunting, the corpulent castorid hops off the chair with a ``*thud*``. He charges slowly at Karb while letting loose a war belch. Karb moves more sluggishly than either of you anticipate and the beaverman leaps up a short distance while grabbing and pulling the reptilian muzzle into his own. While his jump wasn't very high, his mass and inertia keep him bowling forward askarb is squished into the gruond, forcing Karb up just past his shoulders. You watch as karb tries to wrestle the orange foe off, but his movements are slow and lack force. "The pill. there must have been a side effect that causes fatigue!" You mutter out loud, mentally noting to chew out Dian later for not mentioning this. You debate momentarily helping the weakened snake, but cannot bring yourself to intervene. The beaver winks at you as he continues slurping down Karb. The beaver flexes and wiggles his eyebrows in an attempt to be seductive. You try to resist smiling, and focus back on your snake. The gulping stops and the beaverkin points to the round midsection sticking out his likely aching jaws. Turning to gently grab your hand he places it on the weakly wiggling purple backside. He repeats with your other hand and sits down, not lowering much really. With karb's lower gut resting on the bloated beaver's own upper stomach, the orange mammalkin winks again at you and lets you cuddle your snake while he rubs his engorged gut. You don't know how long this will last, and you are pretty sure the beaver won't let his big meal go, but for now you snuggle the serpent while the moment lasts. [[start over|Title]]?

Karbross yawned and stetched. going to scratch his middle he hit the surface far sooner than expected. "Huh?" Blinking he looked himself over. He was massively fat. His gut alone almost a wide as he was long. His tail tip was almost as thick at his belly had been the day before, and his short arms had gained so much his cufflinks had burst off. He then realized this made him nude. And remembered he was inside your house. Nude. And possibly immobile. "You look so cute when you blush." You comment, looking at him from a nearby chair. He flinches and pulls up a blanket. "come now. I slept on you all night." His blush somehow intensifies as he mumbled embarrasedly. "Plus, you earned your reward of being my boyfriend, right? So it's alright, Karb." A beeping sounded from the kitchen. "Ah. Your food is ready. Gotta keep my man fed so he keeps his ample assets." You start to walk away from the snake before stopping. "Oh, and remember how you earned an extra reward?" "I-it'th fine. you don't have to-" KArb starts. "I brought your phone. Go ahead and look up a ring you think would look good on me. I'll be back in a few minutes." You walk to the kitchen, the image of the awestruck serpent stuck in your mind. Karbross stared for a while. His mind slowly accepting that you did indeed just give him the OK to... looking around he spots his phone. Picking it up he started browsing online. He'd have never found the courage to ask for marriage on his own he wagered. He sighed happily at the thought, while his tummy gurgled happily at the smell of food. End [[Play again|Title]]?