So, this is actually a story idea I talked about briefly about a year ago at this point, and finally decided to get around to writing it! Fun thing is, all the prey are being chosen at random from a list of my characters to make things interesting. I've got a solid idea as to how it'll end, but I'm not sure how many will be eaten before then so the story will be split into parts, likely one per meal or two.

Xavier takes Jordan to the park to play an innocent game of "Duck Hunt"...

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Duck Hunt Part I: A Hefty Prize
By: IndigoRho

The sun was out and the heavy rain clouds predicted by the weather reports were still a couple days away, so parks all over Columbia City were bustling with visitors. Most knew this would be one of the last chances to enjoy the warmth before clouds and chilly breezes ushered in the Fall. Jordan, though, would have done almost anything to have the rain already there. The fat jaguar had awoken that morning to find the president of his frat—a brown-and-white otter named Xavier—standing over his bed with a collar in one paw and a large Nerf gun in the other, a suspicious grin on his face. He knew right away his day wasn't going to be a good one. One of his worst kept secrets was his borderline-fetish for being ordered around or controlled in general, and Xavier had taken advantage of that whenever possible. A few terse commands later Jordan was standing in the park and fidgeting with the collar around his neck, his stomach growling from missing breakfast.

Xavier, meanwhile, was all smiles as he breathed in the fresh air. The somewhat slim otter was wearing an odd outfit Jordan had never seen him in before, a pair of shorts and an open vest, along with a baseball cap, all in a generic woodland camo-print. “It's a wonderful day for a hunt, isn't that right kitty?”

Jordan groaned. Nothing good ever happened once Xavier started calling him by cutesy nicknames. “I...I guess so.”

“Glad you agree! I've been needing to treat myself to something special, and knew you'd be more than willing to help me out today.”

Another whine came from the jaguar.

“I got this delightful toy for my birthday a while back, and it's the perfect time to break it in with a fun game of Duck Hunt,” Xavier continued, showing off his Nerf gun. “Now, I'm gonna fire it at a “duck”, and then you'll go retrieve them for me like a good little kitty.”

“It's not nice to harass strangers like that,” Jordan almost mumbled, despite knowing exactly what Xavier's reaction would be.

Xavier slipped a claw beneath Jordan's collar and tugged the jaguar in closer. “Foam darts aren't gonna hurt anyone. Besides, if you don't bring me back a duck you'll just have to take their place.” He said, licking his lips.

Jordan's ears flattened, an uncontrollable purr escaping momentarily. “A-alright.”

“Excellent! Let's get started.”

Xavier raised his weapon and scoped out his surroundings in search of the perfect “duck”. He was quickly rewarded with an obese blue-and-white salamander whom he was very familiar with. With a pull of the trigger his foam projectile soared through the air, bouncing right off his target's hefty gut. “Fetch, kitty!”

With a confusing mix of reluctance and joy, Jordan hurried over to the salamander, who he recognized as a fellow frat brother and one of Xavier's friends. At least his familiarity with them would make the situation far less awkward, though there was still a slight problem: the salamander had a twin. Jordan was only vaguely sure of how to tell the pair apart, and both were known for occasionally spite-eating anyone who confused them with one-another.

The salamander was glaring at the small offending dart on the ground when Jordan finally arrived. “Oh, uh, h-hey...Jacob?” Jordan said with a little too much obvious hesitation.

“Yo Jordan.” Apparently the jaguar had guessed correctly.

“Um, Xavier wants to chat with ya,” Jordan said, pointing to the otter grinning a short distance away.

Jacob was used to Xavier using Jordan for goofy tasks, and didn't give a second thought to the request, returning to the otter with Jordan in tow. “Xav, you look ridiculous. You going to a costume party later?”

“Nah, just having some fun with my trusty hunting cat here,” Xavier said, looking over Jacob's body far more thoroughly than usual. “Hmm, unfortunately you're too fattening for my taste. Jordan: eat.”

The jaguar let instincts overrule logic and swiftly tackled Jacob to the ground before the salamander could realize what he'd been dragged into. Questioning the order wouldn't change Xavier's mind, only give Jacob a chance to fight back. Jacob wasn't able to brace his sudden fall well at all and had the wind knocked out of him on impact. As he groaned in pain, Jordan shoved the salamander's feet right into his mouth—not even bothering to remove his sneakers—and started swallowing.

Xavier laughed as he watched his pet frantically gobble up his friend. Jordan's near-inability to resist orders was one of his best qualities, at least in the otter's mind, and the lack of hesitation this time was even better. He didn't feel too bad seeing the dazed Jacob slowly vanish down Jordan's throat; voracious games and pranks were rather common in the frat, after all. Besides, Jacob was more likely to seek vengeance on Jordan once he re-formed, so Xavier could just enjoy the events unfolding.

Jacob's footclaws had already pushed into Jordan's stomach by the time the salamander recovered from his fall. Jordan's throat kept Jacob's legs pinned together and severely impeded their movement, while his own considerable girth made struggling difficult. “Dammit Jordan, spit me out now or I'm gonna have you for breakfast all week!”

A mouthful of salamander prevented Jordan from responding, not that he could think of anything good to say to his unwilling meal. He fully expected some form of retaliation from his frat brother later on, but worrying about that now wouldn't help. Truthfully, the jaguar was far more concerned with the weight he'd gain from eating the salamander than anything else. Sure, Jordan loved being an active pred, but blimping up from gorging on prey wasn't his goal. He was already unhappy that college life had caused his body to naturally re-form heavier and heavier, and eating someone as fattening as Jacob wouldn't help.

Jordan's belly was swiftly swelling outwards as more of Jacob emptied into it. The salamander's claws had been snapped up during an ill-planned attempt to push away at Jordan's face, essentially making escape impossible. He continued squirming, though, throwing various curses at both Jordan and Xavier. Jacob had planned on spending the whole day relaxing and being as unproductive as possible, maybe eat a little too much and barely leave the couch. Being crammed into a sweltering stomach and digested into jaguar pudge was not part of that plan. He fumed as he felt Jordan's lips stretch over his gut with ease, the warmth moving up his body serving as an aggravating sign of his progress towards becoming breakfast.

Jacob glared as his shoulders and neck slid into Jordan's mouth. “Not cool guys, not--” His complaint was cut off as the jaguars jaws closed completely around his meal, a large gulp sending the salamander down his throat and into his stomach.

With a long moan Jordan rolled onto his side, his massive belly spilling out across the ground as Jacob struggled for freedom within. The jaguar's shirt had stretched to match the ridiculous increase in his middle's size, being made from the expandex material popular with active preds. Jordan himself wasn't in the mood to enjoy that fact. Every kick and squirm from Jacob made him groan and wince, and Jordan forced a few belches out in a desperate attempt to calm his unwanted meal down before he hurled him back up; getting fat was bad, but becoming fat on an irritated salamander was even worse.

“Why did I—uuurrrrrp—have to eat him!” Jordan whined, too exhausted and weighed down to stand up.

Xavier shrugged. “Jacob's too fatty for me to eat. I've gotta watch my figure, after all.”

“Then why did you shoot him in the first place!”

“I needed to practice my aim, and fatter targets are easier to hit.”

Jordan's gut wobbled. “Alright dude, if you throw me up right now I'll only eat you today!” Jacob's muffled voice was still loud enough to vibrate Jordan's body.

“That's not how the game works Jacob, don't be a sore loser,” Xavier said, poking at Jordan's belly with his Nerf gun.

Jacob simply responded with a series of curses.

“Well, your hunting cat's too full to move now, so I guess the game's over,” Jordan said with a hint of hope.

Xavier laughed, something that always made Jordan uncomfortable. “Shame on you Jordan, did you really think I wouldn't plan ahead for emergencies like this?” He took out a small pill bottle and made sure to rattle it within the jaguar's line of sight. “With a little heavy-duty Instagest you'll be back on your paws in no time, albeit a little heftier.”

Jordan clamped his mouth shut and shook his head as Xavier brought a pill up to his lips, but the token show of resistance was swiftly ended by some well-placed tickling. He gagged and coughed as the pill was practically thrown down his throat, his belly growing warm almost immediately. The struggles in his gut that had settled down after burping suddenly renewed. Jacob was familiar enough with Instagest to realize both what was happening and how pointless his actions were, but that didn't stop the salamander from frantically trying to escape his prison before he was flash digested. Loud gurgles echoed out as Jordan's meal went numb and began to liquify, the misshapen lumps in his belly smoothing away till it was impossible to tell he'd even swallowed someone whole. A tingling sensation overwhelmed him as the digestion process that should have taken a whole day occurred in less than a minute, his middle shrinking as the rest of his body softened from fresh layers of pudge being added.

Xavier was the only one of the trio actually enjoying the transformation unfolding. Though his personal preferences leaned heavily towards the thin side of things, he'd gradually discovered a carnal joy in watching others lose such a figure. Seeing Jordan go from a slightly chubby college freshman to an obese sophomore had played a key role in the revelation. The hint of dismay in Jordan's eyes, his face growing even rounder, his thighs getting thicker, that unspoken worry his body would adjust to the gains and he'd never weigh less than three hundred pounds ever again...if there wasn't so much more to do Xavier would've started making out with the jaguar then and there.

When the tingling finally wore off Jacob was gone, converted into roughly fifty pounds of new flab on Jordan's body. The jaguar groaned and belched up a single saliva-soaked sneaker, his meal's clothing having been left alone by the Instagest. Wiping the taste of rubber from his mouth, he braced himself on his elbows to survey the damage with a sigh. He'd been this fat—and far fatter—a handful of times before, but the sight never got easier. His only real resolution for the new year at college was to eat smarter, mainly by preying on slim classmates. Any hope for meeting that goal was already crushed after one blubbery meal. Jordan didn't even want to think of how much worse things would get before Xavier finally grew bored and let him free.

“Alright kitty, rest time's over. Maybe you'll get lucky and the next duck you bring me will meet my standards.” Xavier grinned. “And if you're not quick about it I'll double the targets.”

A brief purr rumbled from Jordan, and he silently cursed his own desires.