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Well I haven't had the chance to write voracious games of Magic recently, so I decided to mess around with the subject and tossed 
Nommz into the mix for good measure! Involves betrayal, perma-vore, and a winner getting very, very fat :3c
Nommz, Jordan, Indi, and Raf enjoy a simple game of Magic, but Nommz seems to have an ulterior motive in mind...
Playing for Keeps
By: IndigoRho
Jordan stared at the cards in his hand, then at the many on the table, then back to his hand. The jaguar was still relatively new to Magic—especially compared to his three opponents—and in a game type as complex as EDH he occasionally felt overwhelmed. Every possible action seemed too risky, but he knew he couldn't just sit back and let the others run rampant. Indi, the obese midnight blue cheetah directly across from him, was more than willing to take advantage of Jordan's indecision.
“Don't look so glum, Jordan, I'm planning on saving you for last after I deal with these chumps,” the cheetah gloated while pointing to the other two players. “That means you'll only spend a few minutes in my gut at most. And just think of how comfy you'll be sitting atop the mattress yeen.”
The blubbery hyena in between them let out a low growl of disapproval. Raf was the fattest one there—nearly a hundred pounds heavier than even the massive Indi—and also the one least enthusiastic about his weight. “I'm still not sure why we decided on that dumb stipulation. Temporary or not, being crammed into someone's stomach sucks.”
“Well then just win so you get to have the big bulging belly,” Nommz, the last of the group teased. The devious dragonmutt had suggested players should eat anyone they knocked out of the game, as a way of changing things up. Indi had agreed right away and Jordan required little convincing, and peer pressuring Raf into accepting wasn't difficult.
“Ugh, that's even worse,” Raf grumbled, unconsciously adjusting his poor-fitting dress shirt.
“You say that, but you sure haven't left yourself open,” Indi said.
As a snark-off initiated between the cheetah and hyena, Nommz leaned over towards Jordan. “Pssst, you should totally disrupt Indi right now. He's got the strongest board, but if he's focused on even a little he'll collapse, trust me.”
Jordan wasn't sure he could trust the dragonmutt, but taking Indi down a peg or two seemed like a smart move. As soon as he got Indi's attention he unleashed a barrage of spells he'd been hoarding in his hand, clearing away some of the biggest threats and obviously wrecking the cheetah's immediate plans. Indi's deck had no way of defending against the rather simple tactic, leaving him frowning for once after so many turns of boasts.
“Stop being mean to my poor cat deck,” Indi demanded. “Nommz is the one you should be harassing, not me!”
Nommz gave a look of blatantly mock innocence. “I'm just sitting here with some enchantments and a meager hand. You're the one with all the big creatures ready to swoop.”
“I know you're plotting something Nommz, but I'm gonna have the full belly tonight, not you!” Indi said as he re-examined his hand, planning vengeance.
Jordan did his best to avoid the squabble, and ended his turn. Nommz was next, and a lucky draw allowed him to sneak another combo piece onto the field. As a whole his deck excelled at sowing chaos and hitting everyone at once in indirect ways. With luck he could generally fade into the background while attention was drawn to flashier foes, until it was too late to stop him. He favored such an approach in Magic, amongst other things. Jordan's strike had given Nommz the perfect opportunity to target Indi openly under the guise of simply ganging up on the cheetah rather than being the mastermind. His maneuvers weren't devastating, but they weakened Indi—and incidentally Jordan and Raf too—just a little more. Then it was Indi's turn.
After being suddenly targeted, Indi was eager for revenge. Unfortunately his draw was nothing of immediate value, leaving him with little to help rebuild. Now he was the one stuck looking between his hand and the board. Indi mumbled complaints as he did the best he could, hoping to be ignored for a couple more turns so he could actually strike. He actively played up his powerlessness while again trying to turn Jordan and Raf on Nommz. His earlier cockiness wasn't doing him any favors, though.
When Raf's turn came, he spent most of it worrying about whether or not his gut was showing. The grumpy hyena had been content sitting back and simply intimidating anyone into not attacking him, all the while putting together a small hoard of slivers, the creatures his deck was built around. Stalling for time sure wasn't going to end the obnoxious game any sooner, though. Raf's goal was to be one of the final two players left and then hopefully lose, ensuring he spent the absolute minimum time in another's gut while not having to deal with anyone in his. Attacking Indi with just the right combo of creatures would bring the cheetah to the brink of defeat, a sitting duck for either Jordan or Nommz; they could deal with the annoying belly-filler if they wanted.
After taking another minute to go over his plan, Raf attacked. Indi cried foul as he mentally worked out what he needed to do to survive the onslaught, but as soon as he spoke up to declare blockers Nommz intervened with a card of his own, denying him his most valuable defender. Raf's attempted precision strike had suddenly become an unintended deathblow.
Surprisingly, it was Raf who protested first. “What was that for!” the hyena cried, frantically scanning the battlefield to see if there was a way for Indi to miraculously survive.
“I just noticed you accidentally forgot to attack with enough creatures to finish him off so I thought I'd help you out,” Nommz grinned.
“I didn't need that kind of help!” Raf hissed under his breath.
No matter how long Indi stared at the cards in his hand, a solution to keep him in the game simply wasn't appearing; he was just gonna have to take a dip in the hyena and deal with it. He pouted as he conceded and cleaned up his deck. “See, Nommz is totally playing kingmaker over there!”
Nommz shrugged. “Nonsense, you're just being a sore loser! Now don't you have a belly to fill, tubbs?”
“Ugh, don't remind me,” Raf said, already unbuttoning his dress shirt so it wouldn't be trashed swallowing his blubbery opponent.
Indi took his own shirt off as well, opting to keep his pants on as he knew they weren't likely to soak up saliva or stagnant digestive juices. Though the meal was only going to be temporary the cheetah still offered up his paws with great reluctance, and Raf accepted them with a begrudging scowl. Raf wasn't an active pred, but he'd been forced to eat enough people over the years to be frustratingly comfortable with it. He didn't take his time or try to tease his prey, instead swiftly gulping down Indi's paws while glaring at him, and anyone else in sight. His meal was caught off-guard by the haste of the consumption, Indi barely able to get out one last accusation against Nommz before his head was pulled into the hyena's maw.
From the sidelines Jordan and Nommz watched intently as Indi became a bulge first in Raf's neck and then his gut. Nommz snickered the entire time, delighted the game was going exactly as he'd planned. A slew of incoherent grumbles came from Raf as his lips stretched over his prey's immense bulk, his whole mouth filling with the cheetah's doughy flab. All he could think about was the preposterous amount of calories Indi must have contained, the weight he'd gain if something went wrong, the money he'd have to spend on new clothes if he outgrew his current wardrobe. Not that he'd really miss his annoying acquaintance if the worst came to pass. The hyena's belly ballooned outward more and more with every swallow, bouncing as Indi shifted about during descent in an attempt to find a comfortable position.
As soon as Indi's fat butt entered his mouth, Raf tilted his head upwards so gravity would help speed up the process. The cheetah's thick thighs proved momentarily troublesome, but with a short bit of effort they too were sent down his greedy gullet. Raf's gut had become so massive and unwieldy he was forced to hold it up with both paws so he wouldn't fall over. His meal's fidgeting only reminded him of how enormous he'd become, the hyena frowning as his jaws closed around Indi's paws. He muffled a series of small belches provoked by the cheetah's movement, replenishing twice as much air as was lost to guarantee no accidents befell the caloric time-bomb in his stomach. Deep within him Indi was already whining about everything—the smell, the heat, how cramped it was, how cramped it'd be. Fortunately Raf's considerable pudge layer shielded the others from his tirade.
With an overwrought sigh Raf slowly waddled back to his seat, carefully lowering himself and cringing at the creaks that ensued. Despite being reinforced especially for full preds, Raf and Indi's combined weight was nearly half a ton, hovering right on the uppermost limit. His bulging belly partially spilled atop the table, which rattled slightly from Indi's persistent shifting about. Raf quickly reminded the others it was Jordan's turn, the grump suddenly having a desire for their match to end as soon as possible. While Jordan returned to focusing on the game, Nommz returned to focusing on Raf.
The mischievous dragonmutt stretched out a leg beneath the table until his wandering paw found Raf's gut. Raf twitched as he abruptly felt his belly being rubbed and kneaded, giving the obvious culprit a glare but refusing to bring attention to what was happening out of embarrassment. A slightly firmer nudge made Raf burp and Nommz grin, Jordan none the wiser as he debated his play. Indi could feel the odd pokes as well, riling him up and making his frustrated host gassier. On its own such teasing was fairly innocent, but also having to deal with the game and Indi's muffled whining created a risky situation where Raf's attention was stretched thin. He'd gulp down fresh air after some burps but not all, his meal's oxygen supply dwindling without anyone realizing it...except the devious Nommz.
Nommz disrupted the match in every subtle way possible, prolonging his turns a little here and there, chatting up his opponents so they lost track of moves, and promoting a general stand-off while strengthening his position for future strikes. Within Raf's stomach, Indi was being slowly worn down and didn't even notice. He blamed his shortness of breath on the oppressive heat and his admittedly excessive rambling rather than a lack of air, and the gradualness of his daze left him incapable of voicing concerns—not that he had any. After all, why would Raf have any reason to actually digest him? As Indi's vision began to fade he squirmed erratically a few final times before finally losing consciousness, his head slipping beneath the rising pool of stomach acids. The cheetah's quieting failed to get Raf's attention, the hyena too intent on ignoring his presence.
A grin crept across Nommz's face as he pressed into Raf's belly and didn't feel even the slightest twitch in return. Now he just needed to make sure the other two remained unaware Indi was on his way to becoming flab. His turn speed dramatically increased, the dragonmutt setting off combos he's conveniently been forgetting and unloading strong cards from his hand. Jordan and Raf were left scrambling in the wake of Nommz's onslaught. After only a couple more devastating turns Jordan was wiped out by a very satisfied Nommz, who sauntered over without delay, already licking his lips in anticipation.
“Oh well, it's not the end of the world,” Nommz said a little too coyly, resting his paws on Jordan's shoulders and encouraging him to stand. “I'll make sure to take out Raf real soon so you don't have to deal with my stomach for long. Though you'd best be wiggling down my gullet pronto unless you want to end up 'accidentally' crushed by the yeen...”
Jordan's face flushed red at the threatening command. The jaguar was a bit too fond of being ordered around, and a degree of menace always made him extra flustered. Imagining for even a second that his journey was a one-way trip left him stammering and fighting to disguise his arousal.
“R-right away sir, I mean Nommz!” Jordan sputtered as he clumsily tossed his shirt aside.
The jaguar was in the middle of unbuttoning his pants when he felt his arms suddenly pinned to his sides by Nommz. “No time to unwrap, I've got a game to win.”
Nommz lunged, swallowing most of Jordan's head in a single gulp. On instinct Jordan squirmed in his opponent's grasp, heart racing as his face was coated in saliva and pelted with hot breath. Though he wasn't dawdling, Nommz made sure to indulge in his prey's taste, knowing full and well he had zero intentions of letting the poor jaguar out. Of course Jordan remained blissfully unaware of his “friend's” ploy. He giggled as he felt Nommz's lips inch down his body, tongue flicking out to tease him. As soon as his head entered the stomach his face was pressed hard against the slimmer dragonmutt's belly, making a faint imprint on the outside. Nommz didn't have the heft to hide live meals like Raf and Indi did, every swallow causing his middle to swell and bulge, Jordan's features distinguishable to the observant eye.
Raf, meanwhile, was too busy looking over the playing field and grumbling under his breath about what it'd take to make the game end. The hyena's rambling drowned out the glrrrgles and glorrrrrrps of his own stomach beginning to churn Indi, the cheetah now well beyond saving. Nommz grunted as he reached the halfway point of Jordan, making admirable progress considering his meal outweighed him by at least a hundred pounds. Just like Raf he cradled his bloated belly in his paws, tail wagging wildly in joy as he started dealing with the jaguar's legs in big gulps. Jordan was delightful, but he was merely an appetizer for the feast Nommz had craftily arranged for himself.
Eager to obtain his main course despite still working on the first, Nommz lumbered back to his chair, slurping up Jordan's tail as he picked up his hand and grinned. “Your—brraaaap—turn.”
There wasn't much of a game left to play. Raf's defenses were strong, but Nommz's deck had countless ways to bypass them outright, and Raf's few answers for his opponent’s combo. Firmly in control, Nommz toyed with his wiggling gut as he systematically and decisively achieved victory, delighting in what was to come. Raf seemed incredibly relieved the game was over, regardless of the supposedly temporary consequences; anything to no longer feel like a stuffed turkey.
“Congrats, I guess,” Raf said with no enthusiasm, putting away his deck so there'd be one less thing to stop him from leaving once he'd fulfilled his obligations. “So how do you want to eat me?”
Nommz had to legitimately resist bursting into maniacal laughter. Few things were quite as good as a prey unwittingly offering himself up as food. “Just lay down on your back on the floor. I'll just gobble you up paws first.”
Raf acknowledged the request with a roll of his eyes, before using up most of his energy just standing back up. The hyena's belly swayed back and forth gently, Indi's stillness remaining unnoticed. With a grunt Raf plopped himself down on the carpet, scowling at Nommz as the dragonmutt took his time waddling over, making sure his next meal got a thorough look at his future home. Nommz gingerly knelt down—using his jaguar-filled belly for support—and lifted Raf's paws like they were a sub sandwich. He snickered before shoving them into his open maw, forced to drag himself forwards since the hyena was far too heavy for him to move.
As he felt his legs vanishing little by little into the voracious dragonmutt, Raf stared at the ceiling in sullen boredom, wishing Nommz would eat him faster. The prolonged downtime meant Raf's attention was free to drift back to his unwanted meal, whom he was only now realizing to be suspiciously calm. Out of curiosity he gave his towering belly a poke, expecting a complaint in return. Nothing. No movement, no noise, no...no signs of life. Raf immediately escalated his investigation to a hard shove, watching his middle wobble, but not consistently. This time his prodding was accompanied by a sloppy, noisy glorrrrrrrrrp that made his eyes widen; Indi was being digested.
“Oh! Oh...shit.” He blushed in embarrassment. Of course his first thoughts were of how hard it'd be to lose the upcoming weight, not regret for accidentally digesting someone. If anything he felt the cheetah was at fault for even encouraging the dumb and dangerous voracious aspect of the game.
An internal debate about whether or not to inform Nommz of the incident was cut short as Raf saw the dragonmutt's maw crest the peak of his roiling gut. The sight was inherently more unnerving to Raf considering the fate that'd befallen Indi, and the hyena suddenly felt a tinge of worry. There was something wrong about the look in Nommz's eyes, a gloating glance that almost seemed too intense for someone who'd simply won a card game. He found himself wanting to struggle, but he was far too gone to wiggle free on his own. Instead Raf did his best to shrug off any concerns, chastising himself for being overly paranoid. At the very least Jordan was still very clearly alive and well within Nommz, failing to avoid being pinned against the stomach wall by his immense visitor.
Nommz saw Raf's grumbly facade cracking as he obviously grew suspicious of the situation. He wondered how long it'd take for the hyena to truly realize his stay would be a permanent one, or if he'd naively keep hope to the very end. Personally the dragonmutt wanted squirming and pleading, the whole victorious pred experience, and plenty of time for good old fashioned teasing. The desire for fun prompted him to swallow a bit faster. His paws were only just barely scraping the carpet now, Nommz letting out muffled happy moans as his belly continued to swell with jaguar, hyena, and cheetah. With as best a grin as he could manage Nommz placed his paws on Raf's head and pushed, shoving the last of his overindulgent meal into his closing mouth.
Even after the final swallow the dragonmutt's stuffed gut lurched and shifted, his prey attempting in vain to find comfort in the horrendously cramped space. He could hear them bickering about room, elbows in faces, and even a brief accusation of taste testing that Raf vehemently denied. Nommz spent a few minutes simply basking in his own success and the sheer size of his belly, embracing it in a hug with both arms and squeezing it a little, much to the annoyance of his meals. The dragonmutt delayed any important revelations until the moment was right, aiming for some flare in his masterful betrayal.
Jordan—on the verge of being crushed between the floor and Raf's occupied gut—eventually built up the nerve to ask the question both prey were thinking. “Um, Nommz? It's kind of rough down here, when you planning on letting us—ooof—out?”
Nommz wished the two within him could see his smile. “I dunno, you guys just feel so good in there,” he replied, patting the nearest bulge. “Almost seems a shame to let you go.”
The dragonmutt's whole body jerked as Raf nudged him hard from the inside. “Stop being a smartass and throw us up, your stomach's growling!”
“Now just hear me out, Raf,” Nommz said with a laugh. “Think of how much flab you'll burn away if you stay in there! I mean, digesting Indi was gonna do a number on your waistline at the very least.”
Raf stayed silent, but the very confused Jordan had his curiosity piqued. “Wait, what do you mean—oh, oh, oh! Holy crap you're churning Indi dude!”
“N-not on purpose!” Raf's muffled retort was music to Nommz's ears. “I just, I just got distracted and Nommz was making me belch a bunch and it just sort of happened!”
“For shame!” Nommz declared rather overdramatically. “Betraying your friend's trust so you could stuff yourself silly, tsk-tsk. I bet you'd eat me if I let you out now just to silence a potential witness!”
Raf's growls were audible even outside Nommz's gut. “This is ridiculous! Joke's getting real old Nommz. Let. Us. Out. Now!”
Nommz could hear the concern in his prey's voice amidst the bravado. “I think it's only right that I avenge poor dear beloved fattening Indi,” Nommz answered, his tone ruined by a chuckle. “Though luck Jordan, I'm afraid you'll have to be collateral damage in this righteous feast.”
“Nommz, please, this isn't funny anymore!” Jordan begged, painfully conscious of how noisy Raf's gut was getting as he got a front row seat to Indi's digestion.
Nommz let out a belch that tightened his stomach a noticeable amount. “Sorry Jordan, having trouble hearing you down there, though I know you're probably honored to become a part of the best Magic player in the city.”
A few more burps sent Nommz's meals into a panic, their movement drastically impeded and the air within growing staler. Unfortunately for Jordan and Raf, they were completely at the gluttonous dragonmutt's mercy, and he wasn't about to lose out on three delicious prey. He reveled in their meager struggles, coming up with all sorts of snarky replies to the duo's pleas, curses, and attempted bargains. To their credit they held out for a good while, fighting their inevitable fates to the bitter end, until finally his massive belly grew still. Nommz did a wiggle of a dance in celebration, patting himself on the back for a job well done. He yawned as his gorging rapidly began to catch up with him, slightly disappointed he wouldn't have more time to nuzzle his gut as digestion went into full steam. Still, as his eyes drifted close he had a broad smile on his face.
* * *
A full day later, Nommz was a very different dragonmutt. His round, blubbery belly was so large it blocked his view of the scale below, forcing him to step off in order to read it. To his delight the glowing display showed a solid four hundred and fifty pounds; he'd practically doubled in size after a single meal. Sure the meal had consisted of three fairly hefty people, but it was an accomplishment nonetheless. Nommz admired his doughier form in the mirror. A shake of his love handles caused his whole gut to jiggle, while his cheeks were as round as his middle. His thicker tail thumped as it smacked the floor in joy, likely sturdy enough to knock a slimmer person over. The dragonmutt felt like he could eat a whole bar of patrons with ease now, and had admittedly been snacking almost constantly since regaining his mobility, not used to having such a demanding appetite. No wonder Raf had always eaten so much.
Just thinking the hyena's name was enough to make Nommz grin. Raf was little more than some belched-up pieces of clothing and a few dozen pounds of pudge, the grump freed of his maligned girth forever. Indi and Jordan were the same, memories and blubber. Reminiscing about how wonderful his former acquaintances looked on him, Nommz cheerfully waddled back into the living room to settle on his temporary wardrobe. None of his old clothing fit anymore, of course, but thankfully he'd managed to grow quite comfortably into his late preys' gear. From Indi he inherited the cheetah's mostly intact shorts, which had endured digestion far better than him, while Raf provided a somewhat loose dress shirt that expertly contained Nommz's enlarged gut. Most of Jordan's clothing had been too small, though Nommz was certain it'd all find a good home once he dumped it in a donation bin. Perhaps he'd even see it on another meal sometime down the road.
While his preys' clothing—and their loaded wallets—were appreciated, Nommz's true prize was their Magic decks. Plenty of preds enjoyed keeping trophies as mementos of past meals, ranging from pictures, to clothes, to even bones, and Nommz was no different. Whenever he managed to eat an opponent he collected their deck after, displaying them on a shelf along with the name of their owner. A whole section was devoted entirely to old friends and roommates, which would soon be bolstered by his latest three acquisitions. He tended to use his own decks when he played, but there was always a thrill in using the deck of one prey to obtain another.
The trophies would have to wait, though. His hand me down outfit wasn't a permanent solution, and Nommz was intent on looking good while carrying his wonderful weight around. Sure he'd slim back down inevitably—he always did—but in the meanwhile he was going to be stylish. Thankfully Indi, Jordan, and Raf had graciously left him more than enough cash and cards to treat himself. With a lively waddle Nommz left to go shopping, making a promise to resist glutting on anyone else for a while. Whether his stomach would cooperate was a whole nother story...
Nommz into the mix for good measure! Involves betrayal, perma-vore, and a winner getting very, very fat :3cNommz, Jordan, Indi, and Raf enjoy a simple game of Magic, but Nommz seems to have an ulterior motive in mind...
Playing for Keeps
By: IndigoRho
Jordan stared at the cards in his hand, then at the many on the table, then back to his hand. The jaguar was still relatively new to Magic—especially compared to his three opponents—and in a game type as complex as EDH he occasionally felt overwhelmed. Every possible action seemed too risky, but he knew he couldn't just sit back and let the others run rampant. Indi, the obese midnight blue cheetah directly across from him, was more than willing to take advantage of Jordan's indecision.
“Don't look so glum, Jordan, I'm planning on saving you for last after I deal with these chumps,” the cheetah gloated while pointing to the other two players. “That means you'll only spend a few minutes in my gut at most. And just think of how comfy you'll be sitting atop the mattress yeen.”
The blubbery hyena in between them let out a low growl of disapproval. Raf was the fattest one there—nearly a hundred pounds heavier than even the massive Indi—and also the one least enthusiastic about his weight. “I'm still not sure why we decided on that dumb stipulation. Temporary or not, being crammed into someone's stomach sucks.”
“Well then just win so you get to have the big bulging belly,” Nommz, the last of the group teased. The devious dragonmutt had suggested players should eat anyone they knocked out of the game, as a way of changing things up. Indi had agreed right away and Jordan required little convincing, and peer pressuring Raf into accepting wasn't difficult.
“Ugh, that's even worse,” Raf grumbled, unconsciously adjusting his poor-fitting dress shirt.
“You say that, but you sure haven't left yourself open,” Indi said.
As a snark-off initiated between the cheetah and hyena, Nommz leaned over towards Jordan. “Pssst, you should totally disrupt Indi right now. He's got the strongest board, but if he's focused on even a little he'll collapse, trust me.”
Jordan wasn't sure he could trust the dragonmutt, but taking Indi down a peg or two seemed like a smart move. As soon as he got Indi's attention he unleashed a barrage of spells he'd been hoarding in his hand, clearing away some of the biggest threats and obviously wrecking the cheetah's immediate plans. Indi's deck had no way of defending against the rather simple tactic, leaving him frowning for once after so many turns of boasts.
“Stop being mean to my poor cat deck,” Indi demanded. “Nommz is the one you should be harassing, not me!”
Nommz gave a look of blatantly mock innocence. “I'm just sitting here with some enchantments and a meager hand. You're the one with all the big creatures ready to swoop.”
“I know you're plotting something Nommz, but I'm gonna have the full belly tonight, not you!” Indi said as he re-examined his hand, planning vengeance.
Jordan did his best to avoid the squabble, and ended his turn. Nommz was next, and a lucky draw allowed him to sneak another combo piece onto the field. As a whole his deck excelled at sowing chaos and hitting everyone at once in indirect ways. With luck he could generally fade into the background while attention was drawn to flashier foes, until it was too late to stop him. He favored such an approach in Magic, amongst other things. Jordan's strike had given Nommz the perfect opportunity to target Indi openly under the guise of simply ganging up on the cheetah rather than being the mastermind. His maneuvers weren't devastating, but they weakened Indi—and incidentally Jordan and Raf too—just a little more. Then it was Indi's turn.
After being suddenly targeted, Indi was eager for revenge. Unfortunately his draw was nothing of immediate value, leaving him with little to help rebuild. Now he was the one stuck looking between his hand and the board. Indi mumbled complaints as he did the best he could, hoping to be ignored for a couple more turns so he could actually strike. He actively played up his powerlessness while again trying to turn Jordan and Raf on Nommz. His earlier cockiness wasn't doing him any favors, though.
When Raf's turn came, he spent most of it worrying about whether or not his gut was showing. The grumpy hyena had been content sitting back and simply intimidating anyone into not attacking him, all the while putting together a small hoard of slivers, the creatures his deck was built around. Stalling for time sure wasn't going to end the obnoxious game any sooner, though. Raf's goal was to be one of the final two players left and then hopefully lose, ensuring he spent the absolute minimum time in another's gut while not having to deal with anyone in his. Attacking Indi with just the right combo of creatures would bring the cheetah to the brink of defeat, a sitting duck for either Jordan or Nommz; they could deal with the annoying belly-filler if they wanted.
After taking another minute to go over his plan, Raf attacked. Indi cried foul as he mentally worked out what he needed to do to survive the onslaught, but as soon as he spoke up to declare blockers Nommz intervened with a card of his own, denying him his most valuable defender. Raf's attempted precision strike had suddenly become an unintended deathblow.
Surprisingly, it was Raf who protested first. “What was that for!” the hyena cried, frantically scanning the battlefield to see if there was a way for Indi to miraculously survive.
“I just noticed you accidentally forgot to attack with enough creatures to finish him off so I thought I'd help you out,” Nommz grinned.
“I didn't need that kind of help!” Raf hissed under his breath.
No matter how long Indi stared at the cards in his hand, a solution to keep him in the game simply wasn't appearing; he was just gonna have to take a dip in the hyena and deal with it. He pouted as he conceded and cleaned up his deck. “See, Nommz is totally playing kingmaker over there!”
Nommz shrugged. “Nonsense, you're just being a sore loser! Now don't you have a belly to fill, tubbs?”
“Ugh, don't remind me,” Raf said, already unbuttoning his dress shirt so it wouldn't be trashed swallowing his blubbery opponent.
Indi took his own shirt off as well, opting to keep his pants on as he knew they weren't likely to soak up saliva or stagnant digestive juices. Though the meal was only going to be temporary the cheetah still offered up his paws with great reluctance, and Raf accepted them with a begrudging scowl. Raf wasn't an active pred, but he'd been forced to eat enough people over the years to be frustratingly comfortable with it. He didn't take his time or try to tease his prey, instead swiftly gulping down Indi's paws while glaring at him, and anyone else in sight. His meal was caught off-guard by the haste of the consumption, Indi barely able to get out one last accusation against Nommz before his head was pulled into the hyena's maw.
From the sidelines Jordan and Nommz watched intently as Indi became a bulge first in Raf's neck and then his gut. Nommz snickered the entire time, delighted the game was going exactly as he'd planned. A slew of incoherent grumbles came from Raf as his lips stretched over his prey's immense bulk, his whole mouth filling with the cheetah's doughy flab. All he could think about was the preposterous amount of calories Indi must have contained, the weight he'd gain if something went wrong, the money he'd have to spend on new clothes if he outgrew his current wardrobe. Not that he'd really miss his annoying acquaintance if the worst came to pass. The hyena's belly ballooned outward more and more with every swallow, bouncing as Indi shifted about during descent in an attempt to find a comfortable position.
As soon as Indi's fat butt entered his mouth, Raf tilted his head upwards so gravity would help speed up the process. The cheetah's thick thighs proved momentarily troublesome, but with a short bit of effort they too were sent down his greedy gullet. Raf's gut had become so massive and unwieldy he was forced to hold it up with both paws so he wouldn't fall over. His meal's fidgeting only reminded him of how enormous he'd become, the hyena frowning as his jaws closed around Indi's paws. He muffled a series of small belches provoked by the cheetah's movement, replenishing twice as much air as was lost to guarantee no accidents befell the caloric time-bomb in his stomach. Deep within him Indi was already whining about everything—the smell, the heat, how cramped it was, how cramped it'd be. Fortunately Raf's considerable pudge layer shielded the others from his tirade.
With an overwrought sigh Raf slowly waddled back to his seat, carefully lowering himself and cringing at the creaks that ensued. Despite being reinforced especially for full preds, Raf and Indi's combined weight was nearly half a ton, hovering right on the uppermost limit. His bulging belly partially spilled atop the table, which rattled slightly from Indi's persistent shifting about. Raf quickly reminded the others it was Jordan's turn, the grump suddenly having a desire for their match to end as soon as possible. While Jordan returned to focusing on the game, Nommz returned to focusing on Raf.
The mischievous dragonmutt stretched out a leg beneath the table until his wandering paw found Raf's gut. Raf twitched as he abruptly felt his belly being rubbed and kneaded, giving the obvious culprit a glare but refusing to bring attention to what was happening out of embarrassment. A slightly firmer nudge made Raf burp and Nommz grin, Jordan none the wiser as he debated his play. Indi could feel the odd pokes as well, riling him up and making his frustrated host gassier. On its own such teasing was fairly innocent, but also having to deal with the game and Indi's muffled whining created a risky situation where Raf's attention was stretched thin. He'd gulp down fresh air after some burps but not all, his meal's oxygen supply dwindling without anyone realizing it...except the devious Nommz.
Nommz disrupted the match in every subtle way possible, prolonging his turns a little here and there, chatting up his opponents so they lost track of moves, and promoting a general stand-off while strengthening his position for future strikes. Within Raf's stomach, Indi was being slowly worn down and didn't even notice. He blamed his shortness of breath on the oppressive heat and his admittedly excessive rambling rather than a lack of air, and the gradualness of his daze left him incapable of voicing concerns—not that he had any. After all, why would Raf have any reason to actually digest him? As Indi's vision began to fade he squirmed erratically a few final times before finally losing consciousness, his head slipping beneath the rising pool of stomach acids. The cheetah's quieting failed to get Raf's attention, the hyena too intent on ignoring his presence.
A grin crept across Nommz's face as he pressed into Raf's belly and didn't feel even the slightest twitch in return. Now he just needed to make sure the other two remained unaware Indi was on his way to becoming flab. His turn speed dramatically increased, the dragonmutt setting off combos he's conveniently been forgetting and unloading strong cards from his hand. Jordan and Raf were left scrambling in the wake of Nommz's onslaught. After only a couple more devastating turns Jordan was wiped out by a very satisfied Nommz, who sauntered over without delay, already licking his lips in anticipation.
“Oh well, it's not the end of the world,” Nommz said a little too coyly, resting his paws on Jordan's shoulders and encouraging him to stand. “I'll make sure to take out Raf real soon so you don't have to deal with my stomach for long. Though you'd best be wiggling down my gullet pronto unless you want to end up 'accidentally' crushed by the yeen...”
Jordan's face flushed red at the threatening command. The jaguar was a bit too fond of being ordered around, and a degree of menace always made him extra flustered. Imagining for even a second that his journey was a one-way trip left him stammering and fighting to disguise his arousal.
“R-right away sir, I mean Nommz!” Jordan sputtered as he clumsily tossed his shirt aside.
The jaguar was in the middle of unbuttoning his pants when he felt his arms suddenly pinned to his sides by Nommz. “No time to unwrap, I've got a game to win.”
Nommz lunged, swallowing most of Jordan's head in a single gulp. On instinct Jordan squirmed in his opponent's grasp, heart racing as his face was coated in saliva and pelted with hot breath. Though he wasn't dawdling, Nommz made sure to indulge in his prey's taste, knowing full and well he had zero intentions of letting the poor jaguar out. Of course Jordan remained blissfully unaware of his “friend's” ploy. He giggled as he felt Nommz's lips inch down his body, tongue flicking out to tease him. As soon as his head entered the stomach his face was pressed hard against the slimmer dragonmutt's belly, making a faint imprint on the outside. Nommz didn't have the heft to hide live meals like Raf and Indi did, every swallow causing his middle to swell and bulge, Jordan's features distinguishable to the observant eye.
Raf, meanwhile, was too busy looking over the playing field and grumbling under his breath about what it'd take to make the game end. The hyena's rambling drowned out the glrrrgles and glorrrrrrps of his own stomach beginning to churn Indi, the cheetah now well beyond saving. Nommz grunted as he reached the halfway point of Jordan, making admirable progress considering his meal outweighed him by at least a hundred pounds. Just like Raf he cradled his bloated belly in his paws, tail wagging wildly in joy as he started dealing with the jaguar's legs in big gulps. Jordan was delightful, but he was merely an appetizer for the feast Nommz had craftily arranged for himself.
Eager to obtain his main course despite still working on the first, Nommz lumbered back to his chair, slurping up Jordan's tail as he picked up his hand and grinned. “Your—brraaaap—turn.”
There wasn't much of a game left to play. Raf's defenses were strong, but Nommz's deck had countless ways to bypass them outright, and Raf's few answers for his opponent’s combo. Firmly in control, Nommz toyed with his wiggling gut as he systematically and decisively achieved victory, delighting in what was to come. Raf seemed incredibly relieved the game was over, regardless of the supposedly temporary consequences; anything to no longer feel like a stuffed turkey.
“Congrats, I guess,” Raf said with no enthusiasm, putting away his deck so there'd be one less thing to stop him from leaving once he'd fulfilled his obligations. “So how do you want to eat me?”
Nommz had to legitimately resist bursting into maniacal laughter. Few things were quite as good as a prey unwittingly offering himself up as food. “Just lay down on your back on the floor. I'll just gobble you up paws first.”
Raf acknowledged the request with a roll of his eyes, before using up most of his energy just standing back up. The hyena's belly swayed back and forth gently, Indi's stillness remaining unnoticed. With a grunt Raf plopped himself down on the carpet, scowling at Nommz as the dragonmutt took his time waddling over, making sure his next meal got a thorough look at his future home. Nommz gingerly knelt down—using his jaguar-filled belly for support—and lifted Raf's paws like they were a sub sandwich. He snickered before shoving them into his open maw, forced to drag himself forwards since the hyena was far too heavy for him to move.
As he felt his legs vanishing little by little into the voracious dragonmutt, Raf stared at the ceiling in sullen boredom, wishing Nommz would eat him faster. The prolonged downtime meant Raf's attention was free to drift back to his unwanted meal, whom he was only now realizing to be suspiciously calm. Out of curiosity he gave his towering belly a poke, expecting a complaint in return. Nothing. No movement, no noise, no...no signs of life. Raf immediately escalated his investigation to a hard shove, watching his middle wobble, but not consistently. This time his prodding was accompanied by a sloppy, noisy glorrrrrrrrrp that made his eyes widen; Indi was being digested.
“Oh! Oh...shit.” He blushed in embarrassment. Of course his first thoughts were of how hard it'd be to lose the upcoming weight, not regret for accidentally digesting someone. If anything he felt the cheetah was at fault for even encouraging the dumb and dangerous voracious aspect of the game.
An internal debate about whether or not to inform Nommz of the incident was cut short as Raf saw the dragonmutt's maw crest the peak of his roiling gut. The sight was inherently more unnerving to Raf considering the fate that'd befallen Indi, and the hyena suddenly felt a tinge of worry. There was something wrong about the look in Nommz's eyes, a gloating glance that almost seemed too intense for someone who'd simply won a card game. He found himself wanting to struggle, but he was far too gone to wiggle free on his own. Instead Raf did his best to shrug off any concerns, chastising himself for being overly paranoid. At the very least Jordan was still very clearly alive and well within Nommz, failing to avoid being pinned against the stomach wall by his immense visitor.
Nommz saw Raf's grumbly facade cracking as he obviously grew suspicious of the situation. He wondered how long it'd take for the hyena to truly realize his stay would be a permanent one, or if he'd naively keep hope to the very end. Personally the dragonmutt wanted squirming and pleading, the whole victorious pred experience, and plenty of time for good old fashioned teasing. The desire for fun prompted him to swallow a bit faster. His paws were only just barely scraping the carpet now, Nommz letting out muffled happy moans as his belly continued to swell with jaguar, hyena, and cheetah. With as best a grin as he could manage Nommz placed his paws on Raf's head and pushed, shoving the last of his overindulgent meal into his closing mouth.
Even after the final swallow the dragonmutt's stuffed gut lurched and shifted, his prey attempting in vain to find comfort in the horrendously cramped space. He could hear them bickering about room, elbows in faces, and even a brief accusation of taste testing that Raf vehemently denied. Nommz spent a few minutes simply basking in his own success and the sheer size of his belly, embracing it in a hug with both arms and squeezing it a little, much to the annoyance of his meals. The dragonmutt delayed any important revelations until the moment was right, aiming for some flare in his masterful betrayal.
Jordan—on the verge of being crushed between the floor and Raf's occupied gut—eventually built up the nerve to ask the question both prey were thinking. “Um, Nommz? It's kind of rough down here, when you planning on letting us—ooof—out?”
Nommz wished the two within him could see his smile. “I dunno, you guys just feel so good in there,” he replied, patting the nearest bulge. “Almost seems a shame to let you go.”
The dragonmutt's whole body jerked as Raf nudged him hard from the inside. “Stop being a smartass and throw us up, your stomach's growling!”
“Now just hear me out, Raf,” Nommz said with a laugh. “Think of how much flab you'll burn away if you stay in there! I mean, digesting Indi was gonna do a number on your waistline at the very least.”
Raf stayed silent, but the very confused Jordan had his curiosity piqued. “Wait, what do you mean—oh, oh, oh! Holy crap you're churning Indi dude!”
“N-not on purpose!” Raf's muffled retort was music to Nommz's ears. “I just, I just got distracted and Nommz was making me belch a bunch and it just sort of happened!”
“For shame!” Nommz declared rather overdramatically. “Betraying your friend's trust so you could stuff yourself silly, tsk-tsk. I bet you'd eat me if I let you out now just to silence a potential witness!”
Raf's growls were audible even outside Nommz's gut. “This is ridiculous! Joke's getting real old Nommz. Let. Us. Out. Now!”
Nommz could hear the concern in his prey's voice amidst the bravado. “I think it's only right that I avenge poor dear beloved fattening Indi,” Nommz answered, his tone ruined by a chuckle. “Though luck Jordan, I'm afraid you'll have to be collateral damage in this righteous feast.”
“Nommz, please, this isn't funny anymore!” Jordan begged, painfully conscious of how noisy Raf's gut was getting as he got a front row seat to Indi's digestion.
Nommz let out a belch that tightened his stomach a noticeable amount. “Sorry Jordan, having trouble hearing you down there, though I know you're probably honored to become a part of the best Magic player in the city.”
A few more burps sent Nommz's meals into a panic, their movement drastically impeded and the air within growing staler. Unfortunately for Jordan and Raf, they were completely at the gluttonous dragonmutt's mercy, and he wasn't about to lose out on three delicious prey. He reveled in their meager struggles, coming up with all sorts of snarky replies to the duo's pleas, curses, and attempted bargains. To their credit they held out for a good while, fighting their inevitable fates to the bitter end, until finally his massive belly grew still. Nommz did a wiggle of a dance in celebration, patting himself on the back for a job well done. He yawned as his gorging rapidly began to catch up with him, slightly disappointed he wouldn't have more time to nuzzle his gut as digestion went into full steam. Still, as his eyes drifted close he had a broad smile on his face.
* * *
A full day later, Nommz was a very different dragonmutt. His round, blubbery belly was so large it blocked his view of the scale below, forcing him to step off in order to read it. To his delight the glowing display showed a solid four hundred and fifty pounds; he'd practically doubled in size after a single meal. Sure the meal had consisted of three fairly hefty people, but it was an accomplishment nonetheless. Nommz admired his doughier form in the mirror. A shake of his love handles caused his whole gut to jiggle, while his cheeks were as round as his middle. His thicker tail thumped as it smacked the floor in joy, likely sturdy enough to knock a slimmer person over. The dragonmutt felt like he could eat a whole bar of patrons with ease now, and had admittedly been snacking almost constantly since regaining his mobility, not used to having such a demanding appetite. No wonder Raf had always eaten so much.
Just thinking the hyena's name was enough to make Nommz grin. Raf was little more than some belched-up pieces of clothing and a few dozen pounds of pudge, the grump freed of his maligned girth forever. Indi and Jordan were the same, memories and blubber. Reminiscing about how wonderful his former acquaintances looked on him, Nommz cheerfully waddled back into the living room to settle on his temporary wardrobe. None of his old clothing fit anymore, of course, but thankfully he'd managed to grow quite comfortably into his late preys' gear. From Indi he inherited the cheetah's mostly intact shorts, which had endured digestion far better than him, while Raf provided a somewhat loose dress shirt that expertly contained Nommz's enlarged gut. Most of Jordan's clothing had been too small, though Nommz was certain it'd all find a good home once he dumped it in a donation bin. Perhaps he'd even see it on another meal sometime down the road.
While his preys' clothing—and their loaded wallets—were appreciated, Nommz's true prize was their Magic decks. Plenty of preds enjoyed keeping trophies as mementos of past meals, ranging from pictures, to clothes, to even bones, and Nommz was no different. Whenever he managed to eat an opponent he collected their deck after, displaying them on a shelf along with the name of their owner. A whole section was devoted entirely to old friends and roommates, which would soon be bolstered by his latest three acquisitions. He tended to use his own decks when he played, but there was always a thrill in using the deck of one prey to obtain another.
The trophies would have to wait, though. His hand me down outfit wasn't a permanent solution, and Nommz was intent on looking good while carrying his wonderful weight around. Sure he'd slim back down inevitably—he always did—but in the meanwhile he was going to be stylish. Thankfully Indi, Jordan, and Raf had graciously left him more than enough cash and cards to treat himself. With a lively waddle Nommz left to go shopping, making a promise to resist glutting on anyone else for a while. Whether his stomach would cooperate was a whole nother story...
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