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So I'd been thinking about compression hoodies that magically prevent your belly from swelling no matter how much (or who) you eat, and thought it'd be a great fit for a vore story with multiple prey!
With the help of a magic compression hoodie, August plots to eat everyone at a party...
Relocating the Party
By: IndigoRho
August was all smiles as he walked along, the gray lion idly adjusting his hoodie. He was heading to a party hosted by an acquaintance, a classmate he honestly barely knew. Normally August would've turned such an invite down, but this time he'd realized it would be a perfect opportunity to test a very special piece of clothing he'd just obtained: a compression hoodie. The hoodie clung tightly to his flat middle, not looking out of the ordinary from a casual glance. As long as he wore it, though, his middle would remain flat no matter how much he ate—or who. If August swallowed another person whole they wouldn't make even the slightest bulge; it'd be as if he hadn't eaten anyone at all.
Of course eating others was a normal part of life, but at times there were advantages to those around you now knowing where their friend had disappeared to. Wearing the hoodie would also make it possible for August to consume multiple people while retaining his mobility. Rather essential considering his goal was to eat the entire party.
Such a considerable act of gluttony had been a fantasy of August's for a very, very long time. Just a dozen or so people squirming in his mountainous gut, all on their way to becoming layer upon layer of wonderful feline fat. Sure he'd managed to gulp down a couple people at once at parties before, but that simply wasn't the same as eating everyone. It was a feat he'd be able to boast about for the rest of his life—and maybe even repeat if he got good enough. The compression hoodie promised to make his old dream finally come true.
“Oh, hey August!” A voice from behind caught the lion's attention. “You're on your way to Daniel's party, too, right?”
August turned around, greeting a chubby horse with a smile. It was Scott, another classmate he only vaguely knew. Aside from being in the same major they hadn't interacted much. As such, August had no problem seeing him as a potential meal, and decided he'd make a good first test of his hoodie.
“Yeah, thought it'd be nice to get out and meet some new people,” August said as he carefully closed the gap between them, ensuring Scott didn't get suspicious. “I was actually thinking about grabbing a quick bite to eat first, though.”
“What'd you have in mind? I might join ya.”
“Nothing too big. Just horse.” August grinned wide.
Before Scott could realize what August had planned for him the lion lunged, swallowing most of his classmate's head in a single gulp. Scott struggled, but once his arms were pinned to his sides and his shoulders were swallowed he was in a poor position to fight back. August ravenously gobbled the horse up, unwilling to risk the chance Scott might actually be able to slip away.
While August's cheeks and throat bulged from his full-size meal, everything under the hoodie remained unchanged, just as advertised. The scene looked liked something out of a cartoon, with Scott waste deep in August's mouth, the slim lion not getting any fatter no matter how much he swallowed. Little-by-little Scott vanished from sight, his flailing legs reduced to wiggling hooves. With a muffled chuckle August flicked off Scott's sneakers, letting them fall to the ground before he made the final swallow.
August stifled a small burp and gave his stomach a content pat. He didn't look the least bit stuffed on the outside, though the inside was a whole different story. Scott was crammed into his stomach, the compression hoodie preventing the horse from doing anything more dramatic than squirm. His face was pressed against the soft walls of his prison, and Scott couldn't even whimper let alone shout for help.
August could faintly feel the wiggling of his concealed prey, and almost none of the weight. It was a very strange sensation when compared to what he was used to. What was important, though, was that the hoodie had worked. One down, so many more delicious morsels to go.
* * *
It took two buzzes of the doorbell, but eventually the front door opened.
An obese brown bear greeted August with an enthusiastic smile. “Glad you could make it dude! Only other person not here yet is Scott, but he's always late.”
“I'm sure he'll show up sooner or later, Daniel,” August said cheerfully. He could feel Scott squirming slightly harder at the sound of his name.
August was quickly ushered in, the apartment already lively. A bulky rhino with a shifting belly was taking up most of the couch in the living room, passing his bong to a smaller rabbit squeezed in beside him. Closer to the kitchen a slim silver fox was chatting with two nearly identical plump sheep, one with glasses and the other without. There was an alligator as well, though he appeared more interested in pizza than conversation.
August knew a few of them off-hand, but again not very well. Now he was just imagining how tasty they'd be.
“Alright, I'm sure you know some of the others here, but just in case I'll speed through introductions,” Daniel said as he guided August along. “The one hogging the couch is Ben, and next to him is Elijah. Ben's current belly-filler is Oliver—the munchies hit him hard and early and the poor mouse ended up being closer than the pizza. Oh well.”
Stuffed rhino sounded rather good to August. He'd likely save Ben for last, especially since a live meal and pot would leave him sluggish. The perfect dessert to top off his night of excess. The rabbit might also be a later meal, lest August get a second-hand high off him.
“The woolly lookalikes are Mike and Ike, and the fox is Carl,” Daniel continued. August couldn't help but notice the fox side-eying one of the sheep. “And of course that's Owen trying to finish off the pizza all by himself. My roommates Ryan and Leo chilling in there rooms—I think Leo's already crashed for the night because he has work tomorrow. Oh yeah, and Gabe's in the bathroom.”
On cue the bathroom door opened and a heavy squirrel waddled out, almost as large as the rhino. August tried not to visibly salivate at the sight of him, instead giving a nod in greeting.
August and his host entered the kitchen, which was well-stocked with beer, soda, pizza, and chips. The wonderful smells only increased August's growing hunger, but he wasn't about to spoil his appetite, not when there were so many guests to gorge on. He accepted a beer when Daniel offered, though.
“I gave the others a quick tour earlier, but do you want to see it for yourself?” Daniel asked, grabbing a beer of his own.
“Sounds great!” August said with genuine excitement. Knowing the layout of the apartment would make his job easier, and there was a chance he'd be able to scarf down Daniel in relative privacy. Isolating the various guests was important.
Daniel gladly led the way down a hallway, pointing out the bathroom and the doors to his roommate's rooms. Leo's was closed, as expected, and August got a glimpse of a chameleon sitting at his computer—Ryan. There was a smaller spare room being used as a sort of den, sporting a futon and a TV. Just another place for guests to wander off to and get ambushed as far as August was concerned. Their last destination was Daniel's room, and the brown bear waddled right in, much to August's delight.
“Well it's not much, but I've managed to make it pretty cozy,” Daniel said as he waved a paw.
August, meanwhile, was quietly closing the door as much as he felt he could get away with. He placed his beer down on a dresser, his stomach rumbling as he eyed up Daniel. The whole last semester he'd been tempted to eat the brown bear, but a good opportunity had never arisen. Now those delays had given him a chance for a far more filling feast.
“Well bears are used to living in cozy little caves, so that's not too surprising.” August picked up a mug lying on the desk as he neared the oblivious bear. “Means you'll be right at home in my stomach.”
Scott was just about to turn around when the mug struck him right in the back of the head. The brown bear grunted and crumpled atop his bed, just barely conscious. The size difference between the two had been too great for August to risk a direct confrontation, and now he didn't have to worry about Daniel making a ruckus while he was being eaten, either.
With haste August began to strip his soon-to-be meal, piling up the bland tasting garments on the floor. He let Daniel keep his boxers. The bear remained docile the entire time, letting out a few weak groans and stirring but still mostly out of it. He barely twitched when August slipped his footpaws into his mouth.
Just like with Scott, August ate Daniel as fast as he could. It wouldn't have done him any good to lazily savor the bear only to have another guest stumble in on them, and inevitably their absence would be noticed. Thankfully speed didn't lessen the bear's taste any. Delectable pudge filled August's mouth as he began to swallow Daniel's massive gut. Bellies tended to be August's favorite part of lively meals, and he adored squeezing and nibbling on them with his jaws as he gulped them down inch-by-blubbery-inch.
Despite the sheer bulk of bear August was consuming, his compression hoodie continued to work dutifully. There wasn't a bulge, or even swelling. He looked just as slim as normal.
As Daniel's moobs and shoulders slid past August's lips the bear finally started to come to, though far too late. He wasn't entirely sure what was happening, his head throbbing in pain, and his words came out as a jumbled mess. Soon even those were silenced as August shoved Daniel's head into his mouth and slowly closed his jaws shut.
The sizable meal had been a bit exhausting. August leaned against the bed, panting as he caught his breath. The struggles in his stomach made him blush some, and prompted a couple burps. He greedily gulped down fresh air to keep the squirms active. After all, it would've been rude to ruin the new party Daniel was hosting in his gut.
Once August felt rested enough he picked up his beer and cautiously exited Daniel's room, closing the door behind him when he confirmed the coast was clear. If anyone asked where the bear was August would simply claim he was taking a call in his room.
August was only a few steps away from the door when the silver fox and the bespectacled sheep turned the corner, giggling as they carried a six pack of beer between them. They nodded at August but didn't stop to chat, apparently determined to have a little fun of their own in the den. Shortly after he heard a door close. Two less witnesses to interfere with the feast.
Though August had intended to return to the living room to plan his next move, the chameleon's open door proved enticing. Ryan was still at his computer, headphones on and back to the entrance as he played an MMO of some sort. He was isolated and distracted—the perfect third course.
The voracious lion slithered into the room, this time grabbing a nearby jacket as he stalked his prey. Ryan's eyes were glued to the screen of his computer monitor, his attention entirely on health bars and ability timers. August almost felt bad for him.
In a flash the jacket was wrapped tightly around Ryan's head, muffling his cries of confusion. His chair was spun around and August lunged, swallowing jacket, headphones, and head all at once. Ryan was a fair bit plumper than August, but not nearly as strong. Though he put up more of a fight than Scott and Daniel had it merely prolonged the inevitable. Within minutes his curled tail was being slurped up by a victorious August.
August resisted jumping for joy as he finished off his third meal of the night. The sensation of three writhing prey sitting in his gut with a tiny fraction of the weight was almost surreal, but August was starting to get used to it. He could only imagine what it would feel like when all twelve guests were stewing in his stomach. Nine more to go.
The hallway was empty when August left Ryan's room, which he of course closed the door to so no one noticed his absence. The den door was still closed as well. A couple steps away was Leo's room, who August hoped was asleep as Daniel had implied. Sure enough, when August put his ear to the door he heard light snoring.
Very carefully the lion turned the doorknob, sliding through into the darkness and quickly closing the door behind him. A short while later the snoring ceased, a modest uorrrrrrrp echoing from within the room. August exited the now empty bedroom just as quietly as he had entered, muffling another burp with his paw and grinning as a couple feathers fell to the floor. He'd never eaten bald eagle before, but the taste had been delightful. Hopefully he wouldn't continue belching up feathers all night.
August couldn't believe how smoothly his plan had been working. Four prey sealed away in his stomach, with no one the wiser. He was a third of the way to his goal. Eating the others could still prove difficult, though, especially if they stuck together. He'd just just have to be creative about culling the herd.
When August finally returned to the living room, little had changed. The rhino and rabbit were still getting high, and had been joined by the squirrel, Gabe. Owen, the alligator, had yet to leave the kitchen, scarfing down snacks far more ravenously than August would've expected for someone so slim. The bathroom was in use, likely by the sheep who wasn't busy getting to know the fox better. That meant there was a small window of opportunity open for August to strike.
Everyone in the living room was too busy to notice August hurry into the kitchen. Owen blushed the slightest bit as he finished a slice of pizza, embarrassed at getting caught gorging. August simply smiled, which lowered the gator's guard.
“Always wonderful when a prey stuffs themselves,” August snickered.
Just like the others, Owen was quickly overpowered. His snout was sliding into August's throat before he even had a chance to call out for help, the lion wrangling him to the back of the kitchen and out of sight. With his butt against the counters he couldn't even thump his tail to make noise. Consuming four others that night had stretched out August's throat, making it even easier to take large gulps. Claws vanished, Owen's heavy tail reduced to a flicking tip.
“Yo, August was it?”
August froze. He didn't recognize the voice, but it sounded far too relaxed for the owner to have noticed he was eating someone. A series of swift swallows left the lion's throat terribly sore, though they dealt with the visible evidence of his meal. He pretended to chew as he turned around, to give the impression he'd been eating some pizza and wasn't able to immediately respond. One of the sheep was in front of him.
“Do you know where my brother Ike wandered off to? He's ignoring his phone and I wanted to give him the heads up that I'm heading out a bit early.”
A plan was forming in August's head. “Oh, yeah! I saw him heading to the den a while ago. Was actually about to check it out myself.”
The sheep—obviously Mike then—nodded in thanks and started towards the den, with August close behind him. August would let Mike say his goodbyes, then gobble him up in the hallway afterward. No one would be looking for him, and August could continue isolated those who remained.
When Mike opened the door to the den, though, the sheep let out a panicked bleat. Clothing littered the floor, and the fox—Carl—was sprawled across the futon, rubbing his bulging belly. The spontaneous romp had ended in gluttony.
Mike rushed inside, gaze darting between his brother's discarded clothes and the massive, Ike-shaped lump in the fox's middle. It was plain as day what had happened, but he was obviously trying to convince himself otherwise.
“L-let him out!” Mike angrily shouted.
“Get your...get your own dinner, dude,” Carl mumbled back. He was incredibly drunk, and not at all aware that he was being chastised by his squirming meal's brother.
Mike pressed an ear to the fox's belly, listening for muffled pleas from Ike. “Don't worry bro, I'll get help, we'll get you out of there!”
The sheep practically slammed into August as he tried to bolt, and found his wrists grabbed.
“Why don't you just let the others enjoy themselves out there, while I enjoy you in here.” August grinned.
On the futon, Carl didn't even acknowledge the meal-in-progress a few feet away. The engorged silver fox was moaning along with every kick and punch in his stomach. For ages he'd had a pred crush on Ike, fantasizing daily about glutting on the cute sheep in dozens of ways. Most had involved stuffing him for days on end, but just eating him outright was a dream come true. They'd gotten drunk and made out in the den, which had rapidly escalated once Carl's hunger kicked in. Ike hadn't been in any position to fend off the fox he'd fallen for.
Carl was only vaguely aware of a belch that didn't belong to him. He was too busy ogling the faint imprint made by Ike's muzzle pressing out from the side of his bulging belly. The plump sheep would jiggle on his waistline forever now, precious pounds he'd always cherish. He giggled when his footpaws suddenly grew warm and wet, but paid no heed to the sensation slowly traveling up his legs and past his knees. When a lion head stretched over the peak of his gut he was merely curious. As the fox's paws were slipped into the approaching maw he made almost no effort to resist. He just wiggled as darkness enveloped him, his slurred words of confusion swiftly muffled.
After swallowing the last of Carl, August rolled over on to the futon, gasping in delight. Eight prey were tightly packed away within his stomach, squirming in a frenzy. Even with the compression hoodie on he could still feel a heavy weight in his gut, though it was nothing compared to the true mass of his immense meal. A part of him wanted to simply pass out right there, but the desire to eat the last few guests was too strong.
Thanks to the rhino's own gluttony August knew he only had three courses left. As he walked down the hall he considered his options, thinking of ways to isolate his prey or get them too inebriated to resist. Ben was probably high enough at least, which just left the rabbit and squirrel.
When August entered the living room, though, he nearly laughed. Ben was in the same spot he'd always been, the rhino clearly in a daze. The squirrel, Gabe, was nowhere to be seen, and Elijah was beached on the floor, practically passed out atop his wobbling belly. The munchies had apparently struck again, doing a favor to August.
“Told...told you I could swallow him, no—braaaaaaaaaaap—prob,” Elijah said to no one in particular.
August didn't know who had claimed the rabbit wasn't capable of such a feat, but he wished he could thank them. Fate seemed to be firmly on his side that night.
Despite being in the same room, neither Ben nor Elijah were in line of sight of each other, and unlikely to react to suspicious sounds of struggle. They were simply too high and too stuffed to be a threat. August approached Elijah first, playfully giving the rabbit a few pats on his gut. Elijah burped and fidgeted some in response. The rabbit hadn't given off much of a pred vibe, but taking down the much larger, much more sober Gabe was proof enough to August that he was rather skilled. Unfortunately for Elijah, his overindulgence had left him defenseless.
Elijah began to flail once his head was engulfed, his squirms mostly ineffective in preventing August's jaws from steadily stretching around him. Eating the stuffed rabbit was a slow process, and August had to fight for every inch he gulped down. The effort would be more than worth it in the end, of course.
As expected, Ben was far more interested in the TV than his friend being swallowed whole, oblivious to it all.
With Gabe crammed in his gut, Elijah was by far the biggest prey August had eaten that night, though Ben would likely be about on par with him thanks to his natural bulk. Once all of Elijah's belly had been swallowed August was able to stand back up, letting gravity finish off the defeated rabbit's kicking legs. He was still scarfing him down when he waddled towards Ben, the invisible weight on his waistline finally slowing him down a little.
Ben was the only one who remained, the rhino's stomach just starting to churn the mouse he'd eaten before August had even arrived. August's stomach would be the one to finish the job, though. Just like with Carl he started from the bottom up, intent on having the rhino simply slide down his throat with little effort. Ben was slow to react, squirming on instinct but not putting any real effort into dislodging himself from the lion eating him. Towards the end he seemed to abruptly become aware of what was happening, snorting and shouting up an incoherent storm, but by then his arms had already been swallowed.
A sloppy uorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp heralded August's eventual triumphant, the lion raising his arms into the air and laughing. Twelve. He'd eaten twelve people in a single night. There had been whole years where he hadn't consumed that many prey, and the gluttonous achievement filled him with pride.
As the lion celebrated, his compression hoodie lifted up the slightest bit. In an instant August's gray belly ballooned outward, suddenly free of its containment. August's eyes widened in surprise as he felt his weight dramatically increase. He toppled over onto his growing gut, which was spreading in every direction as it stretched to manage the uncompressed party within him. A coffee table was crushed, the couch and TV pushed aside. Nothing could stand up against August's mountainous middle.
Inevitably August's growth stopped, the lion thoroughly immobilized. The abrupt expansion had left him somewhat dazed, groaning as he felt his prey's struggles renewed. They had gained more room to move around in, but not nearly enough to make a difference now that digestion was slowly starting to kick in. Their muffled pleas and curses were finally audible, though.
“Damn Daniel, you know how to—bwuarrrrrrrrrrrrrrp—host one hell of a party!” August chuckled as he reveled in his gluttony, blushing. “I'll remember it every time I get stuck in a chair or fill up a couch!”
When August had headed to the party he'd only weighed around a hundred and fifty pounds. Once his twelve course feast was finished digesting he guessed he'd be well over four hundred, maybe even about five hundred pounds. The transformation would be incredible. So would the looks of shock on the faces of his friends and classmates once he waddled into the room. No one would doubt that he'd eaten an entire party himself.
The lion was still grinning as his eyelids grew heavy, a powerful food coma setting in. The increasing glrrrrrrrgles echoing from below only lulled him to sleep faster, dreams of his blubbery new form filling his head...
With the help of a magic compression hoodie, August plots to eat everyone at a party...
Relocating the Party
By: IndigoRho
August was all smiles as he walked along, the gray lion idly adjusting his hoodie. He was heading to a party hosted by an acquaintance, a classmate he honestly barely knew. Normally August would've turned such an invite down, but this time he'd realized it would be a perfect opportunity to test a very special piece of clothing he'd just obtained: a compression hoodie. The hoodie clung tightly to his flat middle, not looking out of the ordinary from a casual glance. As long as he wore it, though, his middle would remain flat no matter how much he ate—or who. If August swallowed another person whole they wouldn't make even the slightest bulge; it'd be as if he hadn't eaten anyone at all.
Of course eating others was a normal part of life, but at times there were advantages to those around you now knowing where their friend had disappeared to. Wearing the hoodie would also make it possible for August to consume multiple people while retaining his mobility. Rather essential considering his goal was to eat the entire party.
Such a considerable act of gluttony had been a fantasy of August's for a very, very long time. Just a dozen or so people squirming in his mountainous gut, all on their way to becoming layer upon layer of wonderful feline fat. Sure he'd managed to gulp down a couple people at once at parties before, but that simply wasn't the same as eating everyone. It was a feat he'd be able to boast about for the rest of his life—and maybe even repeat if he got good enough. The compression hoodie promised to make his old dream finally come true.
“Oh, hey August!” A voice from behind caught the lion's attention. “You're on your way to Daniel's party, too, right?”
August turned around, greeting a chubby horse with a smile. It was Scott, another classmate he only vaguely knew. Aside from being in the same major they hadn't interacted much. As such, August had no problem seeing him as a potential meal, and decided he'd make a good first test of his hoodie.
“Yeah, thought it'd be nice to get out and meet some new people,” August said as he carefully closed the gap between them, ensuring Scott didn't get suspicious. “I was actually thinking about grabbing a quick bite to eat first, though.”
“What'd you have in mind? I might join ya.”
“Nothing too big. Just horse.” August grinned wide.
Before Scott could realize what August had planned for him the lion lunged, swallowing most of his classmate's head in a single gulp. Scott struggled, but once his arms were pinned to his sides and his shoulders were swallowed he was in a poor position to fight back. August ravenously gobbled the horse up, unwilling to risk the chance Scott might actually be able to slip away.
While August's cheeks and throat bulged from his full-size meal, everything under the hoodie remained unchanged, just as advertised. The scene looked liked something out of a cartoon, with Scott waste deep in August's mouth, the slim lion not getting any fatter no matter how much he swallowed. Little-by-little Scott vanished from sight, his flailing legs reduced to wiggling hooves. With a muffled chuckle August flicked off Scott's sneakers, letting them fall to the ground before he made the final swallow.
August stifled a small burp and gave his stomach a content pat. He didn't look the least bit stuffed on the outside, though the inside was a whole different story. Scott was crammed into his stomach, the compression hoodie preventing the horse from doing anything more dramatic than squirm. His face was pressed against the soft walls of his prison, and Scott couldn't even whimper let alone shout for help.
August could faintly feel the wiggling of his concealed prey, and almost none of the weight. It was a very strange sensation when compared to what he was used to. What was important, though, was that the hoodie had worked. One down, so many more delicious morsels to go.
* * *
It took two buzzes of the doorbell, but eventually the front door opened.
An obese brown bear greeted August with an enthusiastic smile. “Glad you could make it dude! Only other person not here yet is Scott, but he's always late.”
“I'm sure he'll show up sooner or later, Daniel,” August said cheerfully. He could feel Scott squirming slightly harder at the sound of his name.
August was quickly ushered in, the apartment already lively. A bulky rhino with a shifting belly was taking up most of the couch in the living room, passing his bong to a smaller rabbit squeezed in beside him. Closer to the kitchen a slim silver fox was chatting with two nearly identical plump sheep, one with glasses and the other without. There was an alligator as well, though he appeared more interested in pizza than conversation.
August knew a few of them off-hand, but again not very well. Now he was just imagining how tasty they'd be.
“Alright, I'm sure you know some of the others here, but just in case I'll speed through introductions,” Daniel said as he guided August along. “The one hogging the couch is Ben, and next to him is Elijah. Ben's current belly-filler is Oliver—the munchies hit him hard and early and the poor mouse ended up being closer than the pizza. Oh well.”
Stuffed rhino sounded rather good to August. He'd likely save Ben for last, especially since a live meal and pot would leave him sluggish. The perfect dessert to top off his night of excess. The rabbit might also be a later meal, lest August get a second-hand high off him.
“The woolly lookalikes are Mike and Ike, and the fox is Carl,” Daniel continued. August couldn't help but notice the fox side-eying one of the sheep. “And of course that's Owen trying to finish off the pizza all by himself. My roommates Ryan and Leo chilling in there rooms—I think Leo's already crashed for the night because he has work tomorrow. Oh yeah, and Gabe's in the bathroom.”
On cue the bathroom door opened and a heavy squirrel waddled out, almost as large as the rhino. August tried not to visibly salivate at the sight of him, instead giving a nod in greeting.
August and his host entered the kitchen, which was well-stocked with beer, soda, pizza, and chips. The wonderful smells only increased August's growing hunger, but he wasn't about to spoil his appetite, not when there were so many guests to gorge on. He accepted a beer when Daniel offered, though.
“I gave the others a quick tour earlier, but do you want to see it for yourself?” Daniel asked, grabbing a beer of his own.
“Sounds great!” August said with genuine excitement. Knowing the layout of the apartment would make his job easier, and there was a chance he'd be able to scarf down Daniel in relative privacy. Isolating the various guests was important.
Daniel gladly led the way down a hallway, pointing out the bathroom and the doors to his roommate's rooms. Leo's was closed, as expected, and August got a glimpse of a chameleon sitting at his computer—Ryan. There was a smaller spare room being used as a sort of den, sporting a futon and a TV. Just another place for guests to wander off to and get ambushed as far as August was concerned. Their last destination was Daniel's room, and the brown bear waddled right in, much to August's delight.
“Well it's not much, but I've managed to make it pretty cozy,” Daniel said as he waved a paw.
August, meanwhile, was quietly closing the door as much as he felt he could get away with. He placed his beer down on a dresser, his stomach rumbling as he eyed up Daniel. The whole last semester he'd been tempted to eat the brown bear, but a good opportunity had never arisen. Now those delays had given him a chance for a far more filling feast.
“Well bears are used to living in cozy little caves, so that's not too surprising.” August picked up a mug lying on the desk as he neared the oblivious bear. “Means you'll be right at home in my stomach.”
Scott was just about to turn around when the mug struck him right in the back of the head. The brown bear grunted and crumpled atop his bed, just barely conscious. The size difference between the two had been too great for August to risk a direct confrontation, and now he didn't have to worry about Daniel making a ruckus while he was being eaten, either.
With haste August began to strip his soon-to-be meal, piling up the bland tasting garments on the floor. He let Daniel keep his boxers. The bear remained docile the entire time, letting out a few weak groans and stirring but still mostly out of it. He barely twitched when August slipped his footpaws into his mouth.
Just like with Scott, August ate Daniel as fast as he could. It wouldn't have done him any good to lazily savor the bear only to have another guest stumble in on them, and inevitably their absence would be noticed. Thankfully speed didn't lessen the bear's taste any. Delectable pudge filled August's mouth as he began to swallow Daniel's massive gut. Bellies tended to be August's favorite part of lively meals, and he adored squeezing and nibbling on them with his jaws as he gulped them down inch-by-blubbery-inch.
Despite the sheer bulk of bear August was consuming, his compression hoodie continued to work dutifully. There wasn't a bulge, or even swelling. He looked just as slim as normal.
As Daniel's moobs and shoulders slid past August's lips the bear finally started to come to, though far too late. He wasn't entirely sure what was happening, his head throbbing in pain, and his words came out as a jumbled mess. Soon even those were silenced as August shoved Daniel's head into his mouth and slowly closed his jaws shut.
The sizable meal had been a bit exhausting. August leaned against the bed, panting as he caught his breath. The struggles in his stomach made him blush some, and prompted a couple burps. He greedily gulped down fresh air to keep the squirms active. After all, it would've been rude to ruin the new party Daniel was hosting in his gut.
Once August felt rested enough he picked up his beer and cautiously exited Daniel's room, closing the door behind him when he confirmed the coast was clear. If anyone asked where the bear was August would simply claim he was taking a call in his room.
August was only a few steps away from the door when the silver fox and the bespectacled sheep turned the corner, giggling as they carried a six pack of beer between them. They nodded at August but didn't stop to chat, apparently determined to have a little fun of their own in the den. Shortly after he heard a door close. Two less witnesses to interfere with the feast.
Though August had intended to return to the living room to plan his next move, the chameleon's open door proved enticing. Ryan was still at his computer, headphones on and back to the entrance as he played an MMO of some sort. He was isolated and distracted—the perfect third course.
The voracious lion slithered into the room, this time grabbing a nearby jacket as he stalked his prey. Ryan's eyes were glued to the screen of his computer monitor, his attention entirely on health bars and ability timers. August almost felt bad for him.
In a flash the jacket was wrapped tightly around Ryan's head, muffling his cries of confusion. His chair was spun around and August lunged, swallowing jacket, headphones, and head all at once. Ryan was a fair bit plumper than August, but not nearly as strong. Though he put up more of a fight than Scott and Daniel had it merely prolonged the inevitable. Within minutes his curled tail was being slurped up by a victorious August.
August resisted jumping for joy as he finished off his third meal of the night. The sensation of three writhing prey sitting in his gut with a tiny fraction of the weight was almost surreal, but August was starting to get used to it. He could only imagine what it would feel like when all twelve guests were stewing in his stomach. Nine more to go.
The hallway was empty when August left Ryan's room, which he of course closed the door to so no one noticed his absence. The den door was still closed as well. A couple steps away was Leo's room, who August hoped was asleep as Daniel had implied. Sure enough, when August put his ear to the door he heard light snoring.
Very carefully the lion turned the doorknob, sliding through into the darkness and quickly closing the door behind him. A short while later the snoring ceased, a modest uorrrrrrrp echoing from within the room. August exited the now empty bedroom just as quietly as he had entered, muffling another burp with his paw and grinning as a couple feathers fell to the floor. He'd never eaten bald eagle before, but the taste had been delightful. Hopefully he wouldn't continue belching up feathers all night.
August couldn't believe how smoothly his plan had been working. Four prey sealed away in his stomach, with no one the wiser. He was a third of the way to his goal. Eating the others could still prove difficult, though, especially if they stuck together. He'd just just have to be creative about culling the herd.
When August finally returned to the living room, little had changed. The rhino and rabbit were still getting high, and had been joined by the squirrel, Gabe. Owen, the alligator, had yet to leave the kitchen, scarfing down snacks far more ravenously than August would've expected for someone so slim. The bathroom was in use, likely by the sheep who wasn't busy getting to know the fox better. That meant there was a small window of opportunity open for August to strike.
Everyone in the living room was too busy to notice August hurry into the kitchen. Owen blushed the slightest bit as he finished a slice of pizza, embarrassed at getting caught gorging. August simply smiled, which lowered the gator's guard.
“Always wonderful when a prey stuffs themselves,” August snickered.
Just like the others, Owen was quickly overpowered. His snout was sliding into August's throat before he even had a chance to call out for help, the lion wrangling him to the back of the kitchen and out of sight. With his butt against the counters he couldn't even thump his tail to make noise. Consuming four others that night had stretched out August's throat, making it even easier to take large gulps. Claws vanished, Owen's heavy tail reduced to a flicking tip.
“Yo, August was it?”
August froze. He didn't recognize the voice, but it sounded far too relaxed for the owner to have noticed he was eating someone. A series of swift swallows left the lion's throat terribly sore, though they dealt with the visible evidence of his meal. He pretended to chew as he turned around, to give the impression he'd been eating some pizza and wasn't able to immediately respond. One of the sheep was in front of him.
“Do you know where my brother Ike wandered off to? He's ignoring his phone and I wanted to give him the heads up that I'm heading out a bit early.”
A plan was forming in August's head. “Oh, yeah! I saw him heading to the den a while ago. Was actually about to check it out myself.”
The sheep—obviously Mike then—nodded in thanks and started towards the den, with August close behind him. August would let Mike say his goodbyes, then gobble him up in the hallway afterward. No one would be looking for him, and August could continue isolated those who remained.
When Mike opened the door to the den, though, the sheep let out a panicked bleat. Clothing littered the floor, and the fox—Carl—was sprawled across the futon, rubbing his bulging belly. The spontaneous romp had ended in gluttony.
Mike rushed inside, gaze darting between his brother's discarded clothes and the massive, Ike-shaped lump in the fox's middle. It was plain as day what had happened, but he was obviously trying to convince himself otherwise.
“L-let him out!” Mike angrily shouted.
“Get your...get your own dinner, dude,” Carl mumbled back. He was incredibly drunk, and not at all aware that he was being chastised by his squirming meal's brother.
Mike pressed an ear to the fox's belly, listening for muffled pleas from Ike. “Don't worry bro, I'll get help, we'll get you out of there!”
The sheep practically slammed into August as he tried to bolt, and found his wrists grabbed.
“Why don't you just let the others enjoy themselves out there, while I enjoy you in here.” August grinned.
On the futon, Carl didn't even acknowledge the meal-in-progress a few feet away. The engorged silver fox was moaning along with every kick and punch in his stomach. For ages he'd had a pred crush on Ike, fantasizing daily about glutting on the cute sheep in dozens of ways. Most had involved stuffing him for days on end, but just eating him outright was a dream come true. They'd gotten drunk and made out in the den, which had rapidly escalated once Carl's hunger kicked in. Ike hadn't been in any position to fend off the fox he'd fallen for.
Carl was only vaguely aware of a belch that didn't belong to him. He was too busy ogling the faint imprint made by Ike's muzzle pressing out from the side of his bulging belly. The plump sheep would jiggle on his waistline forever now, precious pounds he'd always cherish. He giggled when his footpaws suddenly grew warm and wet, but paid no heed to the sensation slowly traveling up his legs and past his knees. When a lion head stretched over the peak of his gut he was merely curious. As the fox's paws were slipped into the approaching maw he made almost no effort to resist. He just wiggled as darkness enveloped him, his slurred words of confusion swiftly muffled.
After swallowing the last of Carl, August rolled over on to the futon, gasping in delight. Eight prey were tightly packed away within his stomach, squirming in a frenzy. Even with the compression hoodie on he could still feel a heavy weight in his gut, though it was nothing compared to the true mass of his immense meal. A part of him wanted to simply pass out right there, but the desire to eat the last few guests was too strong.
Thanks to the rhino's own gluttony August knew he only had three courses left. As he walked down the hall he considered his options, thinking of ways to isolate his prey or get them too inebriated to resist. Ben was probably high enough at least, which just left the rabbit and squirrel.
When August entered the living room, though, he nearly laughed. Ben was in the same spot he'd always been, the rhino clearly in a daze. The squirrel, Gabe, was nowhere to be seen, and Elijah was beached on the floor, practically passed out atop his wobbling belly. The munchies had apparently struck again, doing a favor to August.
“Told...told you I could swallow him, no—braaaaaaaaaaap—prob,” Elijah said to no one in particular.
August didn't know who had claimed the rabbit wasn't capable of such a feat, but he wished he could thank them. Fate seemed to be firmly on his side that night.
Despite being in the same room, neither Ben nor Elijah were in line of sight of each other, and unlikely to react to suspicious sounds of struggle. They were simply too high and too stuffed to be a threat. August approached Elijah first, playfully giving the rabbit a few pats on his gut. Elijah burped and fidgeted some in response. The rabbit hadn't given off much of a pred vibe, but taking down the much larger, much more sober Gabe was proof enough to August that he was rather skilled. Unfortunately for Elijah, his overindulgence had left him defenseless.
Elijah began to flail once his head was engulfed, his squirms mostly ineffective in preventing August's jaws from steadily stretching around him. Eating the stuffed rabbit was a slow process, and August had to fight for every inch he gulped down. The effort would be more than worth it in the end, of course.
As expected, Ben was far more interested in the TV than his friend being swallowed whole, oblivious to it all.
With Gabe crammed in his gut, Elijah was by far the biggest prey August had eaten that night, though Ben would likely be about on par with him thanks to his natural bulk. Once all of Elijah's belly had been swallowed August was able to stand back up, letting gravity finish off the defeated rabbit's kicking legs. He was still scarfing him down when he waddled towards Ben, the invisible weight on his waistline finally slowing him down a little.
Ben was the only one who remained, the rhino's stomach just starting to churn the mouse he'd eaten before August had even arrived. August's stomach would be the one to finish the job, though. Just like with Carl he started from the bottom up, intent on having the rhino simply slide down his throat with little effort. Ben was slow to react, squirming on instinct but not putting any real effort into dislodging himself from the lion eating him. Towards the end he seemed to abruptly become aware of what was happening, snorting and shouting up an incoherent storm, but by then his arms had already been swallowed.
A sloppy uorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp heralded August's eventual triumphant, the lion raising his arms into the air and laughing. Twelve. He'd eaten twelve people in a single night. There had been whole years where he hadn't consumed that many prey, and the gluttonous achievement filled him with pride.
As the lion celebrated, his compression hoodie lifted up the slightest bit. In an instant August's gray belly ballooned outward, suddenly free of its containment. August's eyes widened in surprise as he felt his weight dramatically increase. He toppled over onto his growing gut, which was spreading in every direction as it stretched to manage the uncompressed party within him. A coffee table was crushed, the couch and TV pushed aside. Nothing could stand up against August's mountainous middle.
Inevitably August's growth stopped, the lion thoroughly immobilized. The abrupt expansion had left him somewhat dazed, groaning as he felt his prey's struggles renewed. They had gained more room to move around in, but not nearly enough to make a difference now that digestion was slowly starting to kick in. Their muffled pleas and curses were finally audible, though.
“Damn Daniel, you know how to—bwuarrrrrrrrrrrrrrp—host one hell of a party!” August chuckled as he reveled in his gluttony, blushing. “I'll remember it every time I get stuck in a chair or fill up a couch!”
When August had headed to the party he'd only weighed around a hundred and fifty pounds. Once his twelve course feast was finished digesting he guessed he'd be well over four hundred, maybe even about five hundred pounds. The transformation would be incredible. So would the looks of shock on the faces of his friends and classmates once he waddled into the room. No one would doubt that he'd eaten an entire party himself.
The lion was still grinning as his eyelids grew heavy, a powerful food coma setting in. The increasing glrrrrrrrgles echoing from below only lulled him to sleep faster, dreams of his blubbery new form filling his head...
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