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Another short, this one introducing the cheetah Ryan, whose also essentially my fursona. As mentioned in a recent journal, this doesn't make him immune to digestion. Post-story notes at the end, as always.
Ryan enjoys ogling the many fat furs shopping in his department, but one customer may be just as interested in him...
Columbia State Short: The Perfect Fit
By: IndigoRho
“You can leave anything you don't need on the rack behind you. Have a good afternoon!” Ryan cheerfully told an obese rhino, grinning widely. The midnight blue cheetah's eyes drifted to the customer's belly, though he managed to hide his ogling until the rhino had his back turned and was well away from him. Working retail at Sun Mart was far from ideal, but the job had its moments, like being scheduled in the fitting room of the men's plus size department. Sure, the area did have one of the higher casualty rates in the store, and the customers wandering around were about as likely to lick their lips at you as ask for help, but the benefits were too good to pass up. Ryan had always admired larger furs, so the department was his wonderful little slice of risky heaven. Dozens and dozens of blubbery customers, bellies jiggling or squirming as they waddled around looking for something—or sometimes someone—new. Many were preds who'd just outgrown their wardrobe, still wearing old clothing that left all sorts of fun spots exposed.
While there was never a shortage of massive furs for Ryan to gawk at, there was one in particular he adored above all others: the plump jaguar from his Lit class. Ryan had never talked to the guy, but still spent most of the class lost in the thought of his cuddly butt and middle. On at least two occasions his daydreaming had earned him the ire of Professor Hall, and if the burly tiger hadn't been his faculty adviser he'd probably have been eaten for it. Fortunately Ryan was still alive, free to admire his classmate from afar. He knew the jaguar had fed on a large fur recently, hopefully he'd stop by for some new clothes. Maybe Ryan would finally build up the courage to chat with him. At the very least, they could probably bond over being in vore frats, even if they were rival ones.
Ryan focused his attention on work just long enough to check on the time. Good, only ten minutes till lunch. Being surrounded by fat furs was making him hungry, and he was tempted to spend his break prowling the parking lot for a snack, someone small enough to not interfere in his job yet still hold him over till dinner. He scratched at his own belly, a small bulge in his red, tucked in polo. One day he'd be able to shop in the plus size department himself, he just needed to eat better. Rather than waste time bumming himself out with weight goals, Ryan decided to spend the last few minutes cleaning out the fitting room stalls while the store was still slow. All but one should be vacant, and this was the best time to avoid getting cornered by a new arrival.
The cheetah rounded the fitting room counter, entering the long hallway of the fitting room itself. From a distance, only a single stall door appeared closed, just like he'd thought. He leaned into the first stall, finding it empty besides a couple abandoned hangers, which he promptly grabbed. The second stall's door was partially closed, forcing Ryan to swing it open to look inside. There was a ripped flannel shirt on the floor, one he recognized on a fairly full bull earlier. Customers abandoning ruined clothing like this wasn't too uncommon. Ryan picked up the shirt, but was caught off-guard by a clattering noise soon after. He looked down and realized a hard plastic name tag, similar to his own, had fallen from within the shirt, and quickly scooped it up.
The name tag was a solid white oval, with a small red-orange sun on the bottom, and a clear-cut name on the top: Dirk. Exposure to stomach acids had faded its colors and warped its shape some. That explained why Dirk hadn't shown up to work yet. Ryan's co-worker must have been ambushed just outside the store. Oh well, he'd pass the info off to a manager so they could begin filling Dirk's position. Expressing little grief about the fate of the likely digesting co-worker, Ryan moved on to the next empty stall.
Ryan was directly in front of the occupied third stall when it's door abruptly opened, startling him enough to drop the hangers and shirt he'd accumulated. An enormous arctic fox stood within, wearing a blue dress shirt and gray suit jacket, both unbuttoned. His exposed, poofy white belly practically poured over his pants, sagging and swaying slightly with each breath. Ryan froze, blushing at the sight, while the fox merely grinned.
“Just the fur I was hoping for,” Noah, the fox, said.
Before Ryan could respond, Noah reached out and pulled the cheetah into the stall with him, slamming its door and turning the lock. He forced Ryan against the wall, holding a paw across his mouth to muffle any cries for help. With his free paw he squeezed the cheetah's belly in a couple spots. Ryan squirmed even more from the groping, knowing full and well what the fox had in store for him. Noah nodded, appearing satisfied.
“You're a tad bit smaller up close, but good enough,” Noah said. He tossed his prey's walkie to the floor and pulled off the name-tag. “Well, Ryan, I hope you're ready to test your customer service skills.”
Noah released his paw from Ryan's mouth and lunged, the cheetah only managing a quickly silenced “No!” before his head was deep in fox maw. He squirmed and thrashed as much as he could, but the fox was now pinning him to the wall with his flabby belly, too. The experience would have been amazing if he wasn't being swallowed at the same time. A coarse, slimy tongue ran along his chin and neck as he was pushed further into the mouth, savoring the only exposed fur it would find on the still fully clothed meal. The next strong swallow took in Ryan's shoulders, and left him staring down the abyss of his attacker's throat.
Ryan's survival instincts kicked into overdrive, but the only part of him free to resist were his legs, and their kicks did little to halt the swiftly increasing pace of his journey. He lurched deeper down the throat till his nose pressed against the sphincter. With a horrible slurp his head was pulled into the stomach itself, and his nostrils assaulted by the lingering odors of digestion. Noah smiled around his prey's fidgeting body as his belly began to bulge out further. Denied a pleasant taste by the cheetah's uniform, he instead chewed gently on Ryan's soft middle, enough to really feel the flab but not break the skin. In an ideal situation he would have stripped his prey to bring out the full flavor, but his schedule was simply too packed. Besides, this snack was chosen for professional reasons, not personal.
As more of his body slipped into the fox's stomach, Ryan tried bracing his paws against the slick walls, desperate to slow or even stop his descent. Unfortunately the stomach merely stretched to accommodate him, while its saliva coating foiled his attempt to gain a solid hold. He could feel his sneakers being pulled off, then his socks, giving his footpaws a brief exposure to dry air before they too were engulfed. The fox couldn't resist licking them a little, sneaking in a final taste before they passed over his tongue and into his throat. They soon slid fully into the stomach, the esophagus sealing tight behind them.
Noah patted his bulging belly with both paws, holding back a solid belch. After all, his meal was more useful conscious, at least for now. In a few days he'd be interviewing for a management position at the warehouse he worked in, and his wardrobe was sorely lacking in dress attire that fit. Most furs could simply buy new clothes that fit and be done with it. Noah, though, was an active pred, and his gut wasn't always one convenient size. He wanted to guarantee his interview outfit would handle his stomach on empty and full, on the off-chance he came across an irresistible meal soon. Fortunately there were plenty of brands specializing in durable, stretchy fabrics that promised to hold strong against the consumption of reasonably-sized prey while not looking unprofessionally loose the rest of the time. Sizing was tricky, though, which was why Noah had obtained the “assistance” of Ryan.
The maximum belly-dimension charts on the clothing were nothing but a jumble of numbers to Noah, and he'd heard enough complaints about their accuracy in the past to not trust them regardless. Instead, he'd chosen the simplistic route of grabbing outfits in a few different sizes and acquiring a live meal to properly stress test them before purchase. He was rather proud of his solution. Noah carefully began buttoning up the dress shirt, heading from top to bottom. The shaking of his belly made the last few a bit frustrating, but not impossible. Ryan could feel the stomach tightening a bit, though he didn't know why, and continued desperately punching and kicking at his prison, hoping for a miracle. Meanwhile, Noah moved on to the suit jacket's buttons. Once finished, he looked at the end result in the fitting room mirror.
The shirt and jacket successfully covered his bulging belly, but only just barely, and their
buttons already looked fairly strained. A little test was in order to ensure the pair would actually work. Noah gave his gut a hard shake, intent on riling up his meal, and stretched. The combination was too much for the suit jacket, its buttons shooting off and jiggling his belly. His dress shirt held out a few seconds longer, before a handful of the lower buttons popped off in quick succession, scattering around the stall.
“Good thing I tried these on,” Noah said, irritated the first selection hadn't worked. “I've got a good feeling about the next size up, though.”
Noah pulled the suit jacket off and onto the floor. He then ripped open the dress shirt, tearing away the rest of its buttons, and let it drop as well. A second set of dress clothes waited on nearby hangers, larger versions of the first set. He slipped his arms into the fresh dress shirt, closing it's buttons a little quicker than before. His confidence already seemed justified, as the shirt definitely felt less snug than the last. The new suit jacket also closed easier. Again he stood before the mirror, his ridiculously huge middle contained perfectly within the suit and shirt. Noah turned and viewed himself from every angle. The buttons looked fine, nothing was awkwardly tight, and most importantly of all, he looked very professional. His work history would handle the majority of the interview, but a good suit would give him some kudos points with the bosses. Not to mention how much easier it would be to sneak a meal on the clock if he wore something that wouldn't just burst open. He already had a few troublesome co-workers in mind once he got the promotion.
“Gotta love a perfect fit,” Noah said happily. He looked down on his belly and gave it a gentle pat once more. “Well Ryan, your assistance has been much appreciated, thank you. I'll make sure to give you a glowing review if one of those surveys pops out for me.”
Noah's belly bounced around in response. “Please...please don't digest me! I'm begging you, show mercy!” Ryan pleaded. He already knew what the answer would be, he'd given it plenty of times before himself.
“It's time for you to take nice, long nap. Don't need to draw any unwanted attention to myself while I finish shopping,” Noah said, before unleashing a deep, satisfying burp that shook his belly and shrunk it considerably.
Ryan felt the sparse air of the stomach sucked out as its moist walls constricted around his body, inhibiting his movement. His struggles became even more futile, practically unnoticeable behind the layers of fat and suit. The digestive juices surrounding him were slowly coming to life, tingling his flesh ever so slightly. This was it. A completely uneventful and boring day had abruptly turned into his last. Years spent dodging preds and surviving life on campus, and he was about to be ended by a customer who couldn't be bothered to properly read a size tag. At the very least, his digestion would help make a wonderful belly even greater. Ryan didn't get much solace from that, but it was something.
As Noah felt the last few twitches of his prey, his phone went off, startling him. He dug it out of his pocket with some effort, and gladly answered it once he recognized the number: his twin brother Nathan.
“Hey bro, how's it going?” He asked. “Seriously? He wants us to do a photo shoot on a day's notice? That's fucking stupid!”
Noah glared at the mirror as he listened. “Yeah, yeah, I know. We're lucky he lets us wrestle part-time and still pays well, but I'm like, right in the middle of lunch.”
“No, not literally, he'd probably survive if I threw him up now. Don't need Reinhard whining about me having a pred gut messing with the photos. I'll call you back, man, once I've purged.”
Noah hung up and pocketed his phone, sighing. He gave his belly a playful jiggle, disappointed to be giving it up so soon. Oh well, he'd just have to grab a bite after the shoot tomorrow. The cheetah should be thankful he was getting a second chance, at least as long as he woke up before another pred wandered by...
* * *
“Hey, are you alright?”
Ryan groaned, his eyes slowly opening. As they adjusted to the light, a blurry form standing over him became clearer and clearer. A large red panda, easily as fat as the fox who'd attacked him, was looking right at him. “I...I think so. Why am I still alive?” Ryan asked.
The red panda gave him an odd smile. “You sound disappointed.”
“No, just, confused,” Ryan said. “Did you force the fox to throw me up or something, boss?”
“Nope. You were already out when I found you here, sitting on the floor in a slick of stomach juice,” his smile turned to a look of concern. “You hit compliance and weren't responding on walkie, so we started searching. Nice to have a Code V end happily for once.”
Ryan laughed. “Maybe he should've digested me, HR's gonna kill me for hitting compliance. Just finish me off, Liam.”
Liam grinned a little wider than usual. “You're not getting out of work that easily,” the red panda said, offering a paw. “Besides, I've got big plans for your future, you're not allowed to get eaten.”
“Yes sir!” Ryan joked, starring joyfully at his boss' huge belly as he was helped back up. He was lucky to work under someone whose personality and looks were equally as nice. The store would be a lot less pleasant without Liam.
Wanted the pred to be an existing character who was mega fat and willing to eat someone for comically petty reasons, and either of the twins fit the bill perfectly. Kind of chose Noah at random.
Not mentioned in this story, but I imagine professional tailors in the setting actually employ furs to specifically serve the purpose Ryan was forced into here. Obviously in those situations the client would be obligated to release them afterward, though I'm sure a good tip could make the stay a bit more permanent.
Sun Mart's the generic big box store for the setting, and employs a decent number of background characters (including the fourth otter brother, Zach, who works security there). As seen here, Liam's one of the managers there, known for his charming personality and general friendliness. Turns out he's rather good at hiding his true personality, which is unfortunate for the co-workers who assume he's their friend. Oh the bountiful betrayal opportunities there.
And yes, Ryan's rather fond of Jordan (though in a much more innocent way than Xavier). They're in different vore frats though, so who knows how well that could end.
Ryan enjoys ogling the many fat furs shopping in his department, but one customer may be just as interested in him...
Columbia State Short: The Perfect Fit
By: IndigoRho
“You can leave anything you don't need on the rack behind you. Have a good afternoon!” Ryan cheerfully told an obese rhino, grinning widely. The midnight blue cheetah's eyes drifted to the customer's belly, though he managed to hide his ogling until the rhino had his back turned and was well away from him. Working retail at Sun Mart was far from ideal, but the job had its moments, like being scheduled in the fitting room of the men's plus size department. Sure, the area did have one of the higher casualty rates in the store, and the customers wandering around were about as likely to lick their lips at you as ask for help, but the benefits were too good to pass up. Ryan had always admired larger furs, so the department was his wonderful little slice of risky heaven. Dozens and dozens of blubbery customers, bellies jiggling or squirming as they waddled around looking for something—or sometimes someone—new. Many were preds who'd just outgrown their wardrobe, still wearing old clothing that left all sorts of fun spots exposed.
While there was never a shortage of massive furs for Ryan to gawk at, there was one in particular he adored above all others: the plump jaguar from his Lit class. Ryan had never talked to the guy, but still spent most of the class lost in the thought of his cuddly butt and middle. On at least two occasions his daydreaming had earned him the ire of Professor Hall, and if the burly tiger hadn't been his faculty adviser he'd probably have been eaten for it. Fortunately Ryan was still alive, free to admire his classmate from afar. He knew the jaguar had fed on a large fur recently, hopefully he'd stop by for some new clothes. Maybe Ryan would finally build up the courage to chat with him. At the very least, they could probably bond over being in vore frats, even if they were rival ones.
Ryan focused his attention on work just long enough to check on the time. Good, only ten minutes till lunch. Being surrounded by fat furs was making him hungry, and he was tempted to spend his break prowling the parking lot for a snack, someone small enough to not interfere in his job yet still hold him over till dinner. He scratched at his own belly, a small bulge in his red, tucked in polo. One day he'd be able to shop in the plus size department himself, he just needed to eat better. Rather than waste time bumming himself out with weight goals, Ryan decided to spend the last few minutes cleaning out the fitting room stalls while the store was still slow. All but one should be vacant, and this was the best time to avoid getting cornered by a new arrival.
The cheetah rounded the fitting room counter, entering the long hallway of the fitting room itself. From a distance, only a single stall door appeared closed, just like he'd thought. He leaned into the first stall, finding it empty besides a couple abandoned hangers, which he promptly grabbed. The second stall's door was partially closed, forcing Ryan to swing it open to look inside. There was a ripped flannel shirt on the floor, one he recognized on a fairly full bull earlier. Customers abandoning ruined clothing like this wasn't too uncommon. Ryan picked up the shirt, but was caught off-guard by a clattering noise soon after. He looked down and realized a hard plastic name tag, similar to his own, had fallen from within the shirt, and quickly scooped it up.
The name tag was a solid white oval, with a small red-orange sun on the bottom, and a clear-cut name on the top: Dirk. Exposure to stomach acids had faded its colors and warped its shape some. That explained why Dirk hadn't shown up to work yet. Ryan's co-worker must have been ambushed just outside the store. Oh well, he'd pass the info off to a manager so they could begin filling Dirk's position. Expressing little grief about the fate of the likely digesting co-worker, Ryan moved on to the next empty stall.
Ryan was directly in front of the occupied third stall when it's door abruptly opened, startling him enough to drop the hangers and shirt he'd accumulated. An enormous arctic fox stood within, wearing a blue dress shirt and gray suit jacket, both unbuttoned. His exposed, poofy white belly practically poured over his pants, sagging and swaying slightly with each breath. Ryan froze, blushing at the sight, while the fox merely grinned.
“Just the fur I was hoping for,” Noah, the fox, said.
Before Ryan could respond, Noah reached out and pulled the cheetah into the stall with him, slamming its door and turning the lock. He forced Ryan against the wall, holding a paw across his mouth to muffle any cries for help. With his free paw he squeezed the cheetah's belly in a couple spots. Ryan squirmed even more from the groping, knowing full and well what the fox had in store for him. Noah nodded, appearing satisfied.
“You're a tad bit smaller up close, but good enough,” Noah said. He tossed his prey's walkie to the floor and pulled off the name-tag. “Well, Ryan, I hope you're ready to test your customer service skills.”
Noah released his paw from Ryan's mouth and lunged, the cheetah only managing a quickly silenced “No!” before his head was deep in fox maw. He squirmed and thrashed as much as he could, but the fox was now pinning him to the wall with his flabby belly, too. The experience would have been amazing if he wasn't being swallowed at the same time. A coarse, slimy tongue ran along his chin and neck as he was pushed further into the mouth, savoring the only exposed fur it would find on the still fully clothed meal. The next strong swallow took in Ryan's shoulders, and left him staring down the abyss of his attacker's throat.
Ryan's survival instincts kicked into overdrive, but the only part of him free to resist were his legs, and their kicks did little to halt the swiftly increasing pace of his journey. He lurched deeper down the throat till his nose pressed against the sphincter. With a horrible slurp his head was pulled into the stomach itself, and his nostrils assaulted by the lingering odors of digestion. Noah smiled around his prey's fidgeting body as his belly began to bulge out further. Denied a pleasant taste by the cheetah's uniform, he instead chewed gently on Ryan's soft middle, enough to really feel the flab but not break the skin. In an ideal situation he would have stripped his prey to bring out the full flavor, but his schedule was simply too packed. Besides, this snack was chosen for professional reasons, not personal.
As more of his body slipped into the fox's stomach, Ryan tried bracing his paws against the slick walls, desperate to slow or even stop his descent. Unfortunately the stomach merely stretched to accommodate him, while its saliva coating foiled his attempt to gain a solid hold. He could feel his sneakers being pulled off, then his socks, giving his footpaws a brief exposure to dry air before they too were engulfed. The fox couldn't resist licking them a little, sneaking in a final taste before they passed over his tongue and into his throat. They soon slid fully into the stomach, the esophagus sealing tight behind them.
Noah patted his bulging belly with both paws, holding back a solid belch. After all, his meal was more useful conscious, at least for now. In a few days he'd be interviewing for a management position at the warehouse he worked in, and his wardrobe was sorely lacking in dress attire that fit. Most furs could simply buy new clothes that fit and be done with it. Noah, though, was an active pred, and his gut wasn't always one convenient size. He wanted to guarantee his interview outfit would handle his stomach on empty and full, on the off-chance he came across an irresistible meal soon. Fortunately there were plenty of brands specializing in durable, stretchy fabrics that promised to hold strong against the consumption of reasonably-sized prey while not looking unprofessionally loose the rest of the time. Sizing was tricky, though, which was why Noah had obtained the “assistance” of Ryan.
The maximum belly-dimension charts on the clothing were nothing but a jumble of numbers to Noah, and he'd heard enough complaints about their accuracy in the past to not trust them regardless. Instead, he'd chosen the simplistic route of grabbing outfits in a few different sizes and acquiring a live meal to properly stress test them before purchase. He was rather proud of his solution. Noah carefully began buttoning up the dress shirt, heading from top to bottom. The shaking of his belly made the last few a bit frustrating, but not impossible. Ryan could feel the stomach tightening a bit, though he didn't know why, and continued desperately punching and kicking at his prison, hoping for a miracle. Meanwhile, Noah moved on to the suit jacket's buttons. Once finished, he looked at the end result in the fitting room mirror.
The shirt and jacket successfully covered his bulging belly, but only just barely, and their
buttons already looked fairly strained. A little test was in order to ensure the pair would actually work. Noah gave his gut a hard shake, intent on riling up his meal, and stretched. The combination was too much for the suit jacket, its buttons shooting off and jiggling his belly. His dress shirt held out a few seconds longer, before a handful of the lower buttons popped off in quick succession, scattering around the stall.
“Good thing I tried these on,” Noah said, irritated the first selection hadn't worked. “I've got a good feeling about the next size up, though.”
Noah pulled the suit jacket off and onto the floor. He then ripped open the dress shirt, tearing away the rest of its buttons, and let it drop as well. A second set of dress clothes waited on nearby hangers, larger versions of the first set. He slipped his arms into the fresh dress shirt, closing it's buttons a little quicker than before. His confidence already seemed justified, as the shirt definitely felt less snug than the last. The new suit jacket also closed easier. Again he stood before the mirror, his ridiculously huge middle contained perfectly within the suit and shirt. Noah turned and viewed himself from every angle. The buttons looked fine, nothing was awkwardly tight, and most importantly of all, he looked very professional. His work history would handle the majority of the interview, but a good suit would give him some kudos points with the bosses. Not to mention how much easier it would be to sneak a meal on the clock if he wore something that wouldn't just burst open. He already had a few troublesome co-workers in mind once he got the promotion.
“Gotta love a perfect fit,” Noah said happily. He looked down on his belly and gave it a gentle pat once more. “Well Ryan, your assistance has been much appreciated, thank you. I'll make sure to give you a glowing review if one of those surveys pops out for me.”
Noah's belly bounced around in response. “Please...please don't digest me! I'm begging you, show mercy!” Ryan pleaded. He already knew what the answer would be, he'd given it plenty of times before himself.
“It's time for you to take nice, long nap. Don't need to draw any unwanted attention to myself while I finish shopping,” Noah said, before unleashing a deep, satisfying burp that shook his belly and shrunk it considerably.
Ryan felt the sparse air of the stomach sucked out as its moist walls constricted around his body, inhibiting his movement. His struggles became even more futile, practically unnoticeable behind the layers of fat and suit. The digestive juices surrounding him were slowly coming to life, tingling his flesh ever so slightly. This was it. A completely uneventful and boring day had abruptly turned into his last. Years spent dodging preds and surviving life on campus, and he was about to be ended by a customer who couldn't be bothered to properly read a size tag. At the very least, his digestion would help make a wonderful belly even greater. Ryan didn't get much solace from that, but it was something.
As Noah felt the last few twitches of his prey, his phone went off, startling him. He dug it out of his pocket with some effort, and gladly answered it once he recognized the number: his twin brother Nathan.
“Hey bro, how's it going?” He asked. “Seriously? He wants us to do a photo shoot on a day's notice? That's fucking stupid!”
Noah glared at the mirror as he listened. “Yeah, yeah, I know. We're lucky he lets us wrestle part-time and still pays well, but I'm like, right in the middle of lunch.”
“No, not literally, he'd probably survive if I threw him up now. Don't need Reinhard whining about me having a pred gut messing with the photos. I'll call you back, man, once I've purged.”
Noah hung up and pocketed his phone, sighing. He gave his belly a playful jiggle, disappointed to be giving it up so soon. Oh well, he'd just have to grab a bite after the shoot tomorrow. The cheetah should be thankful he was getting a second chance, at least as long as he woke up before another pred wandered by...
* * *
“Hey, are you alright?”
Ryan groaned, his eyes slowly opening. As they adjusted to the light, a blurry form standing over him became clearer and clearer. A large red panda, easily as fat as the fox who'd attacked him, was looking right at him. “I...I think so. Why am I still alive?” Ryan asked.
The red panda gave him an odd smile. “You sound disappointed.”
“No, just, confused,” Ryan said. “Did you force the fox to throw me up or something, boss?”
“Nope. You were already out when I found you here, sitting on the floor in a slick of stomach juice,” his smile turned to a look of concern. “You hit compliance and weren't responding on walkie, so we started searching. Nice to have a Code V end happily for once.”
Ryan laughed. “Maybe he should've digested me, HR's gonna kill me for hitting compliance. Just finish me off, Liam.”
Liam grinned a little wider than usual. “You're not getting out of work that easily,” the red panda said, offering a paw. “Besides, I've got big plans for your future, you're not allowed to get eaten.”
“Yes sir!” Ryan joked, starring joyfully at his boss' huge belly as he was helped back up. He was lucky to work under someone whose personality and looks were equally as nice. The store would be a lot less pleasant without Liam.
Wanted the pred to be an existing character who was mega fat and willing to eat someone for comically petty reasons, and either of the twins fit the bill perfectly. Kind of chose Noah at random.
Not mentioned in this story, but I imagine professional tailors in the setting actually employ furs to specifically serve the purpose Ryan was forced into here. Obviously in those situations the client would be obligated to release them afterward, though I'm sure a good tip could make the stay a bit more permanent.
Sun Mart's the generic big box store for the setting, and employs a decent number of background characters (including the fourth otter brother, Zach, who works security there). As seen here, Liam's one of the managers there, known for his charming personality and general friendliness. Turns out he's rather good at hiding his true personality, which is unfortunate for the co-workers who assume he's their friend. Oh the bountiful betrayal opportunities there.
And yes, Ryan's rather fond of Jordan (though in a much more innocent way than Xavier). They're in different vore frats though, so who knows how well that could end.
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Love it and love Noah's reasoning, makes sense why buy clothing when you will gain more from your life, but I feel customers should say it, so employers can give better services, (at least if their honest) and Liam is a boss of something??? wow, how you described him before I made him out to be a complete psychopa-...... well i guess that can work, psychopaths are in businesses and higher positions a lot of the times.
Liam's definitely cruel and psychopathic (enough to still stand out in a world filled with overeager preds), he's just really good at pretending to be nice. He pretty much treats the Sun Mart as a buffet, befriending potential meals and secretly eating them when the mood suits him. He's rather fond of the looks his co-workers give him when they're eaten by someone they thought was their friend.
I know, I was kind of joking, saying that a psychopath in business is unheard of, but stopping when i realized that psychopaths run all businesses and also Dexter ;), also i thought Liam only target Preds, so he could exert his dominance over Preds?, so why target someone who is prey, unless he has changed for the worse, and what about his new boyfriend, is he going to be safe or not???
Actually had to go and double check the two stories Liam'd been in (hadn't realized just how long it'd been), but Liam targets everyone. He believes preds have all the power, and that every meal proves how much better he is than others. He doesn't have a boyfriend (if you were thinking of Aaron, the deer, he's just his roommate and accomplice. They have a very loose "friendship").
Oh, makes sense now and yea has been awhile, but I just didn't know that Liam will attack every one, and thanks for clarify about Aaron.
Though I have a thought, before when I asked what Liam would be like in the alternative universe, you said he would be happy and normal, so this psychopath attitude is it just because of a mental breakdown or something he was born with, because (my sister is psychologist, and shows me shows on psychopaths) are born and it's a type of disability, so maybe have someone (doesn't have to be now) break though his exterior and give him love again :) , unless he was born a Psychopath then never mind, and I don't care either way, which you choose or don't choose, just thought of story ideas for you to play with, I always believe in redemption of characters.
Also sad to know that your own Fursona is not safe, I would have love to have a character that is truly safe, cause I can tell not everyone is safe, and I'm pretty sure you will kill everyone off, (at end of the whole series) so wish I know who was truly safe until death (natural, old age). but again just love read these keep it up.
Also Kill Riley, Marcus, Niall, Victor, Eli, Vann, Reave, Xander, Xavier, Jordan and I will riot, (Unless they do something irredeemable, like Adam then I'm ok with death, but will be sad at their choice still) ;P
Though I have a thought, before when I asked what Liam would be like in the alternative universe, you said he would be happy and normal, so this psychopath attitude is it just because of a mental breakdown or something he was born with, because (my sister is psychologist, and shows me shows on psychopaths) are born and it's a type of disability, so maybe have someone (doesn't have to be now) break though his exterior and give him love again :) , unless he was born a Psychopath then never mind, and I don't care either way, which you choose or don't choose, just thought of story ideas for you to play with, I always believe in redemption of characters.
Also sad to know that your own Fursona is not safe, I would have love to have a character that is truly safe, cause I can tell not everyone is safe, and I'm pretty sure you will kill everyone off, (at end of the whole series) so wish I know who was truly safe until death (natural, old age). but again just love read these keep it up.
Also Kill Riley, Marcus, Niall, Victor, Eli, Vann, Reave, Xander, Xavier, Jordan and I will riot, (Unless they do something irredeemable, like Adam then I'm ok with death, but will be sad at their choice still) ;P
Yeah, forgot how vague that is. Hitting compliance is failing to go on a lunch break before a certain time. The store gets in trouble if that happens too often, so HR tends to get rather angry if you fail to comply. I've been trapped in retail for six years, so Sun Mart's just another way for me to vent about Target (the fact that I've actually stumbled across Target vore fanart before fills me with an odd sort of glee).
Ahhhh, alright, good to know! I've only worked in the food industry so far (college dorm dining hall) and that's never been an issue when going on lunch break is literally just moving to the other side of the counter and filling a plate. Sorry to hear about that, hope you can claw your way up with time, or out! Something something big company vore analogy. Target vore fanart? Do you mean people being eaten in store, by the store, or something else?
You know an author isn't kidding around when they introduce their own fursona by nearly killing him off immediately! Then again, it wasn't exactly hard to figure out very few characters are 'safe'.
On a related note, kill Eli, Reave or Vann and I riot.
Anyways, nice little story! It took me a moment to connect Noah with previous stories simply because he hadn't been introduced/described by a fur admiring his girthy form. Took me nearly untill the phone call to figure it out, sad to say.
On a related note, kill Eli, Reave or Vann and I riot.
Anyways, nice little story! It took me a moment to connect Noah with previous stories simply because he hadn't been introduced/described by a fur admiring his girthy form. Took me nearly untill the phone call to figure it out, sad to say.
Noah hasn't shown up that often, and he's always been with his twin, so I'm not surprised he didn't immediately come to mind. He's also a good deal fatter than his last appearance (need to start tracking the character's weights better when they're not in the stories for a while. Might be fun with every Character Bios update to suddenly notice someone's weight jump even when they weren't in the story).
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