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Ryan is forced to deal with a customer who's remained past closing time.
Closing Time:
By: IndigoRho
Decisions, decisions. Travis stood in front of an unlit display case, thoroughly examining a neatly packaged dessert in each paw. The brownie in his left was large, a marbled mix of chocolate and cookie dough that just screamed “overindulgence” to the stoat and made his own mouth water a little. He had grown rather portly recently, though his soft round middle was the result of glutting on other furs rather than desserts, and his new-found cravings were beginning to irritate him. Resisting his hunger, Travis looked at his other option, a chunk of fudge that was slightly smaller yet oh-so juicy, it's frosted surface shining in the light. Choosing between two such exceptional specimens was proving to be surprisingly difficult, especially considering he couldn't use taste as a factor. After all, it was meant to be stuffing first and foremost.
Months upon months ago Travis had been utterly humiliated while working as a waiter at the restaurant Vicente's. His boss had caught him plotting to snack on a diner while on the clock, and forced him to spend the rest of his shift within the belly of his co-worker Zeke, who was fed all the scraps that turned up in the kitchen that night. He ended up being completely buried just seconds short of being released from his mushy tomb—after a large pile of uneaten desserts were sent back by a table—and digested by the bloated otter he'd been fed to. As if that hadn't been punishment enough, his boss Vicente had then fired him for not showing up to work the next day, despite knowing full and well Travis hadn't had time to re-form yet. While Travis had gotten revenge on Zeke almost right away by ambushing the otter on his way to work that day, the embarrassment of the ordeal still haunted him.
Fortunately, Travis had come up with the perfect solution to finally put the past behind him: humiliate Zeke in return. He had spent weeks tracking the routines of both Zeke and his red panda roommate, gradually figuring out their work schedules and when they left their apartment. With absolute certainty he could ambush Zeke on his way home while the roommate was away, giving Travis the opportunity to break into their apartment and prepare his feast. Zeke would be tied to the table and the red panda would be knocked out when he returned. Travis would then be free to stuff the already tubby otter to near-bursting, feeding him more and more until he was practically on the verge of passing out. As the grand finale, Travis would then forced feed Zeke his own roommate, teasing and taunting his prey as the red panda's struggles faded. Of course, he'd then eat Zeke himself afterward. Sure, the meal would be far larger than his usual fare—and stupidly fattening—but the inconvenience would be well worth it.
Envisioning the plan in his mind made Travis' dessert decision an easier one. He haphazardly tossed back the brownie before chucking the fudge into his overloaded shopping cart, then quickly added six more from the display. With a grunt he pushed the heavy cart forwards, it's bad front-left wheel squeaking incessantly and echoing down the aisle. Just behind him a dark-blue cheetah in red and khaki rolled his eyes and sighed, quickly throwing back on his false smile and following Travis.
“Sir, did you find the last item you needed?” the cheetah, Ryan, asked, a hint of impatience in his words.
Travis had seemingly forgotten the employee was there, and barely paid him heed. “Huh? Oh, just one more item on the list, it'll just take a second.”
Ryan twitched. The stoat had said the same for the last dozen or so things he'd grabbed. “Sounds wonderful. I know the store closed ten minutes ago, but I'm glad to stay a little late to help you on your way, and I know my fellow co-workers are, too.”
A low gurgle echoed from within the cheetah's stomach, and he winced as he was stung by another small hunger pain. Ryan had skipped his usual last-break snack in order to finish a reading assignment for a class, a decision he was regretting more and more every minute. He should have had plenty of time to complete his tasks as the late shift manager at Sun Mart that night before the store had even closed, but then the stoat had shown up and ruined everything. Arriving with only fifteen minutes left to shop, the customer's rapidly filling cart had quickly caught the remaining employees' attention, especially when he'd shown no signs of heading anywhere near the registers to check-out once the lights were dimmed and the final loudspeaker announcements were made. Ryan had been stuck trailing behind him ever since, trying in vain to politely convince him to leave.
The walkie talkie at Ryan's waist crackled. “Uh, Ryan, are we clear yet?” a voice on the other end asked.
Ryan unhooked the walkie and stepped away from the stoat to keep the conversation somewhat private. “Not yet Zach, just give me a couple more minutes.”
“Alright man, but hurry it up, I've run out of busywork and might just eat Leo out of boredom.” There was something inaudible in the background followed by some laughter. “Dude, I'm joking, I'm joking!”
A new voice came over the walkie. “Ryan he's licking his lips and rubbing his belly at me!”
Ryan groaned. “Zach, no eating Leo, the closing team for tomorrow is small enough as it is.”
During the conversation, the pair had made their way to a back wall of coolers, where Travis eagerly dumped a handful of whipped cream cans into his cart. Ryan was about to be thankful the shopping ordeal was over when the stoat started mumbling about three or four more items he should definitely grab. That was the last straw. He'd been incredibly charitable to let the customer remain as long as he had, but now it was time for the stoat to purchase his food and leave, which still might take another ten or so minutes by itself. The cheetah's stomach growled again, though, giving him a new idea as to how to handle the problem.
As Travis tossed the last can towards his cart and closed the cooler door, Ryan crept up behind him, surprising the stoat once he finally turned around. “Sorry sir, but the store's closed for the night, I'm afraid you'll have to leave now,” Ryan said with a grin.
“I've got like one more thing to grab, so chill,” Travis said, annoyed.
Ryan gabbed a hold of the stoats arms and pushed him up against the cooler door. “I gave you plenty of chances to leave the easy way, so now you're leaving the fun way.” The cheetah's stomach growled loudly.
“Hey! I'm a paying customer, lay off me!” Travis yelled, trying to wrest himself free.
“Nope, you're a trespasser with a suspicious cart of unbought goods,” Ryan replied, opening his mouth wide and lunging.
Ryan's first move took in most of Travis' snout, forcing the stoat's head against the glass, while a second silenced his muffled complaints and fully engulfed his head. Travis flinched as he felt Ryan's tongue running under his chin, tasting him. He squirmed and wriggled, but his shoulders and chest were soon slipping into the hungry cheetah's maw. Ryan greedily gulped faster and faster, eagerly wrapping his lips around the stoat's plump belly, it's soft flab flowing into his mouth. An unwanted shirt prevented him from truly savoring his meal's gut, but the feeling alone was enough to get him purring.
With Travis' legs hanging from his mouth, Ryan turned away from the coolers, his belly beginning to swell. The bulge of the stoat was putting a noticeable strain on his red button-up, his white undershirt clearly visible in the gaps. A particularly large gulp caused the first button to shoot off down the aisle, followed closely by a second and a third. His undershirt came untucked and rose above the growing curvature of his gut, exposing Ryan's light blue belly. The shirt's loss was insignificant, especially considering the cheetah's closet was full of them, and well worth it to just to hear the sound of those bursting buttons signal the progress of his late night snack.
Travis' legs were quickly disappearing into the cheetah, and once his knees passed Ryan lifted his head into the air and opened wide, cradling his bulging belly with his paws to feel the last bit of expansion as he purred away happily. The stoat's footpaws vanished—shoes still on—and soon the tell-tale heavy wobble of Ryan's belly signaled Travis' complete arrival within the stomach. He pounded against the stomach's walls and settled into a more comfortable position, unleashing a slew of curses as the purrs of his captor vibrated his whole body. Meanwhile, Ryan looked down at his much larger middle and grinned happily as he felt the weight and squirms of his prey. Eating the annoying customer had been far more gratifying than he'd expected.
Ryan took out his walkie again. “Hey, Zach and Leo, you guys are free to head out. I'm leaving with the customer in a moment.”
The walkie crackled, went silent, then came back to life with Zach's voice. “Oh, we're actually good now? I—urrp—I'll catch ya later then! Uh, Leo says bye!”
Ryan would have loved nothing more than to simply waddle out the front doors to his awaiting ride and head home for the night, but a few unfinished tasks remained. He looked at the stoat's overfilled shopping cart with dismay. Most of the product had come from freezers and coolers, and there was no way he'd be able to return them to their proper places in time before they were deemed unsellable. Company policy was to mark them in the system and toss them, but even that would take quite a while to complete, and there was no way he was leaving it overnight for the morning team. Of course, if he could find a way to dispose of all that delicious food while finishing his usual obligations, he could be good to go in maybe fifteen minutes, tops.
His smile bigger than ever, Ryan started pushing the heavy cart with his bulging belly, one paw guiding it while the other rummaged through the closest treats. The fudge was first, the chocolate oozing onto his claws as he shoved the entire chunk into his mouth, his tastebuds overjoyed by the pallet-cleansing flavor. Travis was confused by the initial drizzle of chocolate at first, but quickly caught on after another half-dozen fudge bar's worth rained upon him. Before he'd merely been angry; now he was terrified. Flashbacks of being trapped in Zeke's gradually filling stomach flooded back to him, and Travis switched tactics from swearing to pleading.
“No, no, wait! C'mon man you've already eaten me, don't stuff yourself further!” Travis begged, hoping his voice could be heard over the purring.
Ryan licked the fudge from his claws before moving on to the whipped cream. “Just making sure you leave with everything you needed tonight, sir!” The first canister hissed as he downed it in one, gluttonous go.
Ryan continued on his way, checking the various departments of the store for problems and taking little mental notes for the email to the opening team he'd have to somehow eventually type. The shopping cart grew lighter and lighter over time as it's contents were greedily gobbled up, while Ryan's belly grew heavier and heavier. Travis' bulge began to fade as the influx of food rounded out the cheetah's gut, making it less and less obvious that he'd eaten someone whole. Gorging on the cart had been easy for Ryan at first, but by the half-way mark he was already feeling comically overstuffed. He trudged on, though, reminding himself that a food coma would still be far more manageable than dealing with the cart's remnants the right way. Every now and then he'd gently tease his belly, feeling for the stoat beneath the layers of food and fat.
Travis' struggles had diminished greatly as he ran out of room to maneuver, the mush surrounding him becoming like quicksand. He couldn't believe he'd found himself in such a horrible predicament again, trapped in a gluttonous fur's stomach as they pigged out on whatever they could find. And the purring, how was he still purring! The deep sound shook his
body and echoed into his ears, waning only in between swallows. This just wasn't fair!
By the time Ryan rolled the squeaking cart to a stop at the front registers it was full of nothing but empty packages and dripping cartons. His ballooned belly was a massive blue orb with just the slightest hint of lumps, and it wobbled from side to side as he slowly waddled towards the office, somewhat out of breath. He spotted a crumpled red shirt and a pair of white shoes shoved haphazardly behind a lane, scowling momentarily as he recognized Leo's name-tag sticking out. Zach must have gobbled up their red panda co-worker right before Ryan had talked to him last. Ryan wasn't particularly surprised by the otter's act—despite his clear warning earlier—just a little irritated. Oh well, he'd just have to mention Leo's assumptive absence in the email. That would give them enough of a heads up to call someone in, though there was always a chance the red panda would re-form in time for work.
Ryan stopped in front of the office door to admire his gut again, kneading and rubbing it lovingly while letting out another groan from feeling so stuffed. His belly rumbled gently beneath his touch as the cheetah's purrs continued. The stoat and cart of food would add a wonderful amount of pudge to his already chubby frame once they were digested, and he couldn't wait to feel and play with the new additions. Ryan yawned loudly as exhaustion began to creep up on him, the cheetah squeezing his way into the office and shutting the door behind him.
This story actually started out as a Columbia State one, but I ended up feeling the scenario worked best elsewhere (and would be easier to justify the meal). After I settled on that, I thought the eating after vore would be fun to go back to, and looked through the list of characters to see if any would work out as a slightly jerky customer who Ryan didn't know. And thus Travis makes his return, only to relive his first appearance!
Story included a voice cameo of Zach, the fourth otter brother who will totally show up one day in the main setting.
Ryan is forced to deal with a customer who's remained past closing time.
Closing Time:
By: IndigoRho
Decisions, decisions. Travis stood in front of an unlit display case, thoroughly examining a neatly packaged dessert in each paw. The brownie in his left was large, a marbled mix of chocolate and cookie dough that just screamed “overindulgence” to the stoat and made his own mouth water a little. He had grown rather portly recently, though his soft round middle was the result of glutting on other furs rather than desserts, and his new-found cravings were beginning to irritate him. Resisting his hunger, Travis looked at his other option, a chunk of fudge that was slightly smaller yet oh-so juicy, it's frosted surface shining in the light. Choosing between two such exceptional specimens was proving to be surprisingly difficult, especially considering he couldn't use taste as a factor. After all, it was meant to be stuffing first and foremost.
Months upon months ago Travis had been utterly humiliated while working as a waiter at the restaurant Vicente's. His boss had caught him plotting to snack on a diner while on the clock, and forced him to spend the rest of his shift within the belly of his co-worker Zeke, who was fed all the scraps that turned up in the kitchen that night. He ended up being completely buried just seconds short of being released from his mushy tomb—after a large pile of uneaten desserts were sent back by a table—and digested by the bloated otter he'd been fed to. As if that hadn't been punishment enough, his boss Vicente had then fired him for not showing up to work the next day, despite knowing full and well Travis hadn't had time to re-form yet. While Travis had gotten revenge on Zeke almost right away by ambushing the otter on his way to work that day, the embarrassment of the ordeal still haunted him.
Fortunately, Travis had come up with the perfect solution to finally put the past behind him: humiliate Zeke in return. He had spent weeks tracking the routines of both Zeke and his red panda roommate, gradually figuring out their work schedules and when they left their apartment. With absolute certainty he could ambush Zeke on his way home while the roommate was away, giving Travis the opportunity to break into their apartment and prepare his feast. Zeke would be tied to the table and the red panda would be knocked out when he returned. Travis would then be free to stuff the already tubby otter to near-bursting, feeding him more and more until he was practically on the verge of passing out. As the grand finale, Travis would then forced feed Zeke his own roommate, teasing and taunting his prey as the red panda's struggles faded. Of course, he'd then eat Zeke himself afterward. Sure, the meal would be far larger than his usual fare—and stupidly fattening—but the inconvenience would be well worth it.
Envisioning the plan in his mind made Travis' dessert decision an easier one. He haphazardly tossed back the brownie before chucking the fudge into his overloaded shopping cart, then quickly added six more from the display. With a grunt he pushed the heavy cart forwards, it's bad front-left wheel squeaking incessantly and echoing down the aisle. Just behind him a dark-blue cheetah in red and khaki rolled his eyes and sighed, quickly throwing back on his false smile and following Travis.
“Sir, did you find the last item you needed?” the cheetah, Ryan, asked, a hint of impatience in his words.
Travis had seemingly forgotten the employee was there, and barely paid him heed. “Huh? Oh, just one more item on the list, it'll just take a second.”
Ryan twitched. The stoat had said the same for the last dozen or so things he'd grabbed. “Sounds wonderful. I know the store closed ten minutes ago, but I'm glad to stay a little late to help you on your way, and I know my fellow co-workers are, too.”
A low gurgle echoed from within the cheetah's stomach, and he winced as he was stung by another small hunger pain. Ryan had skipped his usual last-break snack in order to finish a reading assignment for a class, a decision he was regretting more and more every minute. He should have had plenty of time to complete his tasks as the late shift manager at Sun Mart that night before the store had even closed, but then the stoat had shown up and ruined everything. Arriving with only fifteen minutes left to shop, the customer's rapidly filling cart had quickly caught the remaining employees' attention, especially when he'd shown no signs of heading anywhere near the registers to check-out once the lights were dimmed and the final loudspeaker announcements were made. Ryan had been stuck trailing behind him ever since, trying in vain to politely convince him to leave.
The walkie talkie at Ryan's waist crackled. “Uh, Ryan, are we clear yet?” a voice on the other end asked.
Ryan unhooked the walkie and stepped away from the stoat to keep the conversation somewhat private. “Not yet Zach, just give me a couple more minutes.”
“Alright man, but hurry it up, I've run out of busywork and might just eat Leo out of boredom.” There was something inaudible in the background followed by some laughter. “Dude, I'm joking, I'm joking!”
A new voice came over the walkie. “Ryan he's licking his lips and rubbing his belly at me!”
Ryan groaned. “Zach, no eating Leo, the closing team for tomorrow is small enough as it is.”
During the conversation, the pair had made their way to a back wall of coolers, where Travis eagerly dumped a handful of whipped cream cans into his cart. Ryan was about to be thankful the shopping ordeal was over when the stoat started mumbling about three or four more items he should definitely grab. That was the last straw. He'd been incredibly charitable to let the customer remain as long as he had, but now it was time for the stoat to purchase his food and leave, which still might take another ten or so minutes by itself. The cheetah's stomach growled again, though, giving him a new idea as to how to handle the problem.
As Travis tossed the last can towards his cart and closed the cooler door, Ryan crept up behind him, surprising the stoat once he finally turned around. “Sorry sir, but the store's closed for the night, I'm afraid you'll have to leave now,” Ryan said with a grin.
“I've got like one more thing to grab, so chill,” Travis said, annoyed.
Ryan gabbed a hold of the stoats arms and pushed him up against the cooler door. “I gave you plenty of chances to leave the easy way, so now you're leaving the fun way.” The cheetah's stomach growled loudly.
“Hey! I'm a paying customer, lay off me!” Travis yelled, trying to wrest himself free.
“Nope, you're a trespasser with a suspicious cart of unbought goods,” Ryan replied, opening his mouth wide and lunging.
Ryan's first move took in most of Travis' snout, forcing the stoat's head against the glass, while a second silenced his muffled complaints and fully engulfed his head. Travis flinched as he felt Ryan's tongue running under his chin, tasting him. He squirmed and wriggled, but his shoulders and chest were soon slipping into the hungry cheetah's maw. Ryan greedily gulped faster and faster, eagerly wrapping his lips around the stoat's plump belly, it's soft flab flowing into his mouth. An unwanted shirt prevented him from truly savoring his meal's gut, but the feeling alone was enough to get him purring.
With Travis' legs hanging from his mouth, Ryan turned away from the coolers, his belly beginning to swell. The bulge of the stoat was putting a noticeable strain on his red button-up, his white undershirt clearly visible in the gaps. A particularly large gulp caused the first button to shoot off down the aisle, followed closely by a second and a third. His undershirt came untucked and rose above the growing curvature of his gut, exposing Ryan's light blue belly. The shirt's loss was insignificant, especially considering the cheetah's closet was full of them, and well worth it to just to hear the sound of those bursting buttons signal the progress of his late night snack.
Travis' legs were quickly disappearing into the cheetah, and once his knees passed Ryan lifted his head into the air and opened wide, cradling his bulging belly with his paws to feel the last bit of expansion as he purred away happily. The stoat's footpaws vanished—shoes still on—and soon the tell-tale heavy wobble of Ryan's belly signaled Travis' complete arrival within the stomach. He pounded against the stomach's walls and settled into a more comfortable position, unleashing a slew of curses as the purrs of his captor vibrated his whole body. Meanwhile, Ryan looked down at his much larger middle and grinned happily as he felt the weight and squirms of his prey. Eating the annoying customer had been far more gratifying than he'd expected.
Ryan took out his walkie again. “Hey, Zach and Leo, you guys are free to head out. I'm leaving with the customer in a moment.”
The walkie crackled, went silent, then came back to life with Zach's voice. “Oh, we're actually good now? I—urrp—I'll catch ya later then! Uh, Leo says bye!”
Ryan would have loved nothing more than to simply waddle out the front doors to his awaiting ride and head home for the night, but a few unfinished tasks remained. He looked at the stoat's overfilled shopping cart with dismay. Most of the product had come from freezers and coolers, and there was no way he'd be able to return them to their proper places in time before they were deemed unsellable. Company policy was to mark them in the system and toss them, but even that would take quite a while to complete, and there was no way he was leaving it overnight for the morning team. Of course, if he could find a way to dispose of all that delicious food while finishing his usual obligations, he could be good to go in maybe fifteen minutes, tops.
His smile bigger than ever, Ryan started pushing the heavy cart with his bulging belly, one paw guiding it while the other rummaged through the closest treats. The fudge was first, the chocolate oozing onto his claws as he shoved the entire chunk into his mouth, his tastebuds overjoyed by the pallet-cleansing flavor. Travis was confused by the initial drizzle of chocolate at first, but quickly caught on after another half-dozen fudge bar's worth rained upon him. Before he'd merely been angry; now he was terrified. Flashbacks of being trapped in Zeke's gradually filling stomach flooded back to him, and Travis switched tactics from swearing to pleading.
“No, no, wait! C'mon man you've already eaten me, don't stuff yourself further!” Travis begged, hoping his voice could be heard over the purring.
Ryan licked the fudge from his claws before moving on to the whipped cream. “Just making sure you leave with everything you needed tonight, sir!” The first canister hissed as he downed it in one, gluttonous go.
Ryan continued on his way, checking the various departments of the store for problems and taking little mental notes for the email to the opening team he'd have to somehow eventually type. The shopping cart grew lighter and lighter over time as it's contents were greedily gobbled up, while Ryan's belly grew heavier and heavier. Travis' bulge began to fade as the influx of food rounded out the cheetah's gut, making it less and less obvious that he'd eaten someone whole. Gorging on the cart had been easy for Ryan at first, but by the half-way mark he was already feeling comically overstuffed. He trudged on, though, reminding himself that a food coma would still be far more manageable than dealing with the cart's remnants the right way. Every now and then he'd gently tease his belly, feeling for the stoat beneath the layers of food and fat.
Travis' struggles had diminished greatly as he ran out of room to maneuver, the mush surrounding him becoming like quicksand. He couldn't believe he'd found himself in such a horrible predicament again, trapped in a gluttonous fur's stomach as they pigged out on whatever they could find. And the purring, how was he still purring! The deep sound shook his
body and echoed into his ears, waning only in between swallows. This just wasn't fair!
By the time Ryan rolled the squeaking cart to a stop at the front registers it was full of nothing but empty packages and dripping cartons. His ballooned belly was a massive blue orb with just the slightest hint of lumps, and it wobbled from side to side as he slowly waddled towards the office, somewhat out of breath. He spotted a crumpled red shirt and a pair of white shoes shoved haphazardly behind a lane, scowling momentarily as he recognized Leo's name-tag sticking out. Zach must have gobbled up their red panda co-worker right before Ryan had talked to him last. Ryan wasn't particularly surprised by the otter's act—despite his clear warning earlier—just a little irritated. Oh well, he'd just have to mention Leo's assumptive absence in the email. That would give them enough of a heads up to call someone in, though there was always a chance the red panda would re-form in time for work.
Ryan stopped in front of the office door to admire his gut again, kneading and rubbing it lovingly while letting out another groan from feeling so stuffed. His belly rumbled gently beneath his touch as the cheetah's purrs continued. The stoat and cart of food would add a wonderful amount of pudge to his already chubby frame once they were digested, and he couldn't wait to feel and play with the new additions. Ryan yawned loudly as exhaustion began to creep up on him, the cheetah squeezing his way into the office and shutting the door behind him.
This story actually started out as a Columbia State one, but I ended up feeling the scenario worked best elsewhere (and would be easier to justify the meal). After I settled on that, I thought the eating after vore would be fun to go back to, and looked through the list of characters to see if any would work out as a slightly jerky customer who Ryan didn't know. And thus Travis makes his return, only to relive his first appearance!
Story included a voice cameo of Zach, the fourth otter brother who will totally show up one day in the main setting.
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