Alright, back home where my internet is good, so I can properly put an intro on this! Was bored at my Grandma's place waiting for family to arrive, and was in a prey mood, so I wrote a quick little vore story staring me and  Nommz !

Nommz may have ulterior motives for treating Indigo to a free breakfast...

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Breakfast Special by IndigoRho

Indigo sliced off another chunk of waffle, syrup and butter dripping across it as he lifted it to his waiting mouth and plopped it in. The blue cheetah moaned a little unintentionally as he savored the bite, acting as if it was the first thing he'd eaten all day. That was far from true. He'd been eating for about a solid half-an-hour by now, clearing plate after plate of waffles, eggs, sausage, and other assorted breakfast delights. His once loose button-up shirt was now nice and snug, clinging to the curves of his swollen belly, it's buttons strained but not in any immediate danger of popping off. Normally he would have felt incredibly self-conscious of such gluttony, but the dragonmutt across the table providing him with the complimentary meal had put considerable effort into distracting his friend and quelling any concerns the moment they arose. Of course, he was also the one encouraging Indigo to sample a little bit of everything and tackle “just one more plate” over and over.

“Nommz you were right, the food here's amazing!” Indigo told his friend in between bites. “I can't believe I've never been before!”

The dragonmutt grinned as he watched the contents of yet another plate slowly vanish into the gluttonous cheetah. “I knew you'd enjoy it.”

“Ha, I fear I might be enjoying it a little too much,” Indigo said, giving his stuffed belly a gentle pat. “Are you sure you're ok with paying for all of this? I feel bad sticking you with this large a bill.”

Nommz simply pushed a plate full of eggs towards Indigo. “Trust me, I'm more than happy to provide you with a filling meal.”

Eying the eggs with joy, Indigo dug in, having still failed to notice his friend hadn't touched any of the food himself. He also missed Nommz licking his lips. Indigo continued his feast for a while longer, eagerly finishing off plates until the tightness of his shirt finally became too much to ignore. With a satisfied sigh he pushed away his last plate and leaned back, blushing as he saw his shirt buttons struggling to hold on. The cheetah tried to adjust himself a bit in the booth to disguise his shameful stuffed belly, but only managed to wobble a bit and let out a confused “oof”.

“Oh man, I don't think I could eat another bite!” Indigo said.

“You sure?” Nommz asked.

Indigo nodded his head. “Definitely. To be honest, I might actually need some help getting out of my seat. I'm, um, a little too full to move,” he admitted, blushing further.

Nommz's grin grew even wider. “Just what I wanted to hear.”

The dragonmutt slid out of his seat and walked around to Indigo's side, scooting onto the bench besides him. Without saying a word, Nommz pressed a claw against Indigo's chest while grabbing a large pitcher of orange juice with the other.

“N-Nommz, what are you doing?” Indigo asked in confusion.

“Just finishing the final preparations for my breakfast: Freshly stuffed cheetah!” Nommz replied, before forcing the pitcher against Indigo's lips and pouring it's contents into his mouth.

Indigo immediately began squirming, but the combination of his terribly full stomach and the little extra pressure from the dragonmutt prevented him from escaping. He groaned as he felt his belly swell a little bit more from the orange juice, gulping it all down as fast as he could just so he could breathe again. When the pitcher ran dry, the cheetah gasped for air, and he'd just barely recovered when a pawful of omelet was shoved into his open mouth. A few more plates of food still remained on the table, and Nommz was obviously intent on making sure every last scrap found its way into the cheetah. The small commotion gained the attention of most of the surrounding patrons, along with the staff, some of whom watched on with morbid curiosity.

The threads on Indigo's shirt buttons groaned as the force-feeding continued, until the first finally popped right off, ricocheting off the table's edge and onto the seat. A second and third followed, all flying off in different directions, the cheetah's swollen belly spilling free. Indigo whined pitifully as Nommz ran out of food to feed him, still stunned by his situation. Meanwhile, Nommz had begun clearing off the table itself. With a yelp Indigo was shoved and rolled onto the table top, his shirt torn away and his jeans pulled off. He tried to sit up, but his belly was so painfully stuffed he could barely move. The cheetah was horrified, especially as he lay almost completely nude in the packed restaurant, the eyes of dozens watching him.

“P-please Nommz, don't do this, not here!” Indigo begged.

Nommz picked up a large pot of syrup. “Shh, breakfast doesn't talk.”

The dragonmutt happily poured syrup all over the cheetah's now-exposed belly, rubbing it in deep with his free paw. He'd have loved to slather his meal in jam and cover him in powdered sugar, too, but his hunger was growing and the delicious plump cheetah was becoming far too difficult to resist. Tossing aside the pot, Nommz greedily grabbed his breakfast's footpaws and shoved them into his mouth, teasing every inch of them with his tongue. Indigo wiggled as he felt himself tasted, giggling uncontrollably in the process. He was quickly snapped back to reality the moment he was dragged across the table, though, as Nommz finished his teasing and began to gulp down his meal's legs.

“Wait, Nommz, stop!” Indigo pleaded as he struggled, watching his body disappear into the dragonmutt inch by inch. “Please don't eat me in front of everyone like this!”

The dragonmutt's lips reached Indigo's sticky dome of a belly, and slowly stretched across it. Indigo's arms were grabbed and slid into Nommz's maw, too, reducing the cheetah's already pitiful struggles to impotent squirms. Nommz's belly swelled outward beneath the table as more and more of the cheetah entered his stomach, his hoodie gradually pushed upwards. With more than half of his breakfast swallowed, Nommz carefully lifted Indigo off the table and into the air to let gravity aid his gorging. Syrup oozed around his lips as he gulped, his paws moving across his still-growing gut, feeling every new bulge made by the cheetah. By the time Indigo's head reached the dragonmutt's maw he had ceased his attempts to plead, simply whimpering in embarrassment instead. Nommz quieted the whimpers with a particularly strong swallow, his lips closing around the cheetah's head and the bulge sinking down his throat.

Nommz's belly bounced delightfully when the last of Indigo fell into his stomach, the cheetah renewing his struggles out of instinct. A loud, sloppy belch signaled the end of Nommz's very public breakfast, and he celebrated with a hard slap to his gut. Most of the onlookers turned away, hoping the dragonmutt was satiated on not interested in dessert. He pulled Indigo's wallet from the discarded pair of jeans and dug out a wad of cash, staining the bills with syrup as he dropped them beside a bill their waiter had abandoned with them mid-meal. After another quick belch the dragonmutt began to waddle out of the restaurant, chuckling as he tried—and failed—to cover his massive bulging belly with his hoodie.

As Nommz passed the hostess and a small group waiting to be seated he shot them a smile. “Hope you enjoy your food as much as I did mine! A little lively, but very, very filling.” They jumped as he burped a final time, and Nommz pushed open the door with his gut, ready to head home and sleep off his wonderful breakfast.