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Wanted to write more vore involving my scivoli Roz, and thought a little tavern trip with Tycho and Vex was in order. Involves permavore, weight-gain, and a promise to resurrect the meal...eventually ;3
The scivoli Roz comes up with a creative and filling solution to a bet with their friend Vex...
Rez Ya Later
By: Indi
Three mugs clacked as they came together, splashing ale and foam. They pulled away, greedily chugged by the three friends sitting around the table.
Roz finished their drink and belched. “We can finally afford the good stuff!” Candlelight reflected off the pink, gooey body of the scivoli, which glowed faintly. They’d taken the form of a serpent, their thick tail swaying behind their chair. Metal gauntlets and greaves served as their claws and feet, while any part of them unclothed was simply exposed goo. They grabbed the pitcher of ale in the middle of the table and refilled their mug. “A few more successes like this and we’ll be living like kings.”
Across from Roz, a gray snake in a dark green tunic laughed. “At the very least, one of us will be eating like a king.” Both the snake and Roz glanced over at the third member of their party.
The fat horse frowned once he’d finished his drink. “Just because I’m a bit plumper now doesn’t mean I’ll be stuffing myself silly, Vex!” His round cheeks wobbled as he grumbled. Roz could see his large belly pressing against the table, spilling over the top. The buttons of his vest appeared more strained than usual.
“Tycho, you’re not just plump,” Roz told the horse. “You’re blubbery.”
“He’s gotta be about three times fatter than before, right?” Vex asked.
“At the very least!”
“Fatter than both of us combined.”
“And hungrier, no doubt.”
Tycho pouted as the two snakes teased him. “If I hadn’t valiantly thrown my way into the path of that pastry elemental, you’d be the fat ones right now!” he said, pointing a pudgy finger at the pair. “Really you should be thanking me for my sacrifice.”
“You charged into the chamber on your own; there was nothing valiant about that stuffing you got.” Roz fondly remembered how the horse’s belly had ballooned and shredded his vest and shirt. “Though eating the guardian certainly saved us time.”
“Rolling him home slowed us down, though,” Vex said.
“At least that was fun.”
“You didn’t have to poke and prod me the whole way,” Tycho said.
“But that was the best part~” Vex poked the horse’s gut with the tip of his tail. Roz joined in, poking his soft middle from the other side.
Tycho blushed and swatted at the mischievous tails. He was too slow to fend them off, though, and quickly gave up. “Hmph!” He snorted. “I’m gonna hit the bar until you two are ready to behave yourselves. I’ve been meaning to treat myself to some cider, anyway.”
The fat horse lugged himself out of his chair, his belly jiggling the whole time. He adjusted his tunic, then headed towards the bar, his middle wobbling with every step.
Vex’s gaze had locked onto Tycho’s soft rump. “There’s no way he’s losing all that weight. I bet he’ll gain even more.”
“With how much we’ll be teasing him? No way,” Roz said. “He’ll be running all around town to shed those pounds.”
“A jog won’t counter his appetite. He was already eating the most out of all of us. Sating a gut that big is just gonna lead to him blimping up,” the snake smirked.
“Then what about the fact everyone’s gonna start eying him up?” Roz asked. There were plenty of bulging bellies in the tavern. Drunk brawls were as likely to be ended by a rumbling stomach as they were a fist.
Vex looked around at the other patrons, unimpressed. “If anything, he’s now too fat to be considered a mere snack. And more likely to drunkenly try to eat someone himself.” The snake glanced away and blushed. Roz had seen how giddy Vex got on the rare occasions Tycho had eaten people.
“I think you’re underestimating how desperate he’ll be to remain nimble.”
“And you’re underestimating how easily he gives in to temptation.”
“Wanna bet?”
“That he’ll get fat?”
“That he won’t!”
Vex’s grin grew wider. “You’re on! Should we wager our most expensive loot from the last job?”
“That works for me.”
“Then it’s settled.” Vex leaned back. “With all that cider he’s about to guzzle, I’ll be winning before the night’s even over.”
The horse had gone up to get more drinks. Roz imagined Tycho ordering himself a whole keg of cider and realized an intervention might be necessary.
Roz grabbed the pitcher and chugged the rest of it, ale filling their belly. They thumped their soft, exposed middle and belched. “I’ll go grab us some more, so we can properly celebrate our bet.”
“Of course,” Vex said. The snake was clearly suspicious, but not enough so to follow. “Make sure to say hello to Tycho and his barrel belly for me~”
Roz left the table. They burped a couple more times on their way to the bar, the fresh alcohol they’d guzzled slowly starting to kick in.
Tycho was impossible to miss. The hefty horse was drinking from a pitcher, a pair of emptied mugs on the counter nearby him. He had a dopey look on his face, which turned into a passable attempt at a frown when he spotted Roz.
“Come to—bwourrrrrrrrrrrrrp—jiggle my gut or something?” the drunk horse asked.
“Tempting, but no,” Roz said. “I actually came by to make sure you weren’t drinking the place out of business.”
“And what if I am?”
“Then that gut of yours is only gonna get more jiggly. It’s gonna be hard sneaking around bandit camps with your belly knocking things over left and right,” Roz said.
“Booze won’t make me fat.”
“The beer bellies of all the retired adventurers in this place say otherwise.” Many of the patrons were hefty. Even the zebra bartender and a few of the servers were rotund. Tycho wasn’t even close to being the fattest one there, despite his respectable heft. Not all the weight had come from ale alone, but Roz didn’t want to remind the horse of that.
Tycho dismissed the scivoli with a wave of his hoof. “Then I’ll just get fat! Nothing’s gonna get between me and a good drink.”
The horse reached for the pitcher, but Roz was quicker. They snatched it and held it out of reach, easily dodging the drunken swipes of their friend. But Tycho persisted.
“Give me that!”
“This is for your own good,” Roz lied.
“Is not! You probably just want it all for yourself!”
Tycho’s wobbling middle pushed Roz back. They wouldn’t be able to keep the pitcher out of reach forever. They’d just need to deny Tycho his booze some other way.
Roz smacked Tycho with their tail, shooing the thirsty horse off for a moment. They swallowed the entire pitcher in a single gulp, cider and all.
“I knew it!” Tycho whinnied and frowned. “That’s it, I’m getting my booze back!”
“How the Hell do you plan to—mmmph!!”
Roz was interrupted by Tycho shoving his hoof into their mouth. Tycho was elbow deep in Roz before the scivoli even realized what was happening. They felt the horse’s hoof push into their stomach, swinging around blindly.
“Ha, got it!” Tycho declared with glee. “Some rogue you are; couldn’t even steal a drink from a drunk!”
Roz glared at their obnoxious friend. If he was willing to shove his arm down someone’s throat to get back booze, he was guaranteed to pack on the pounds eventually. Their bet with Vex already looked like a lost cause. To make matters worse, the dumb act had made Roz hungry, and it’d been a while since they’d last indulged on a nice, living meal.
Suddenly the frustrated scivoli grinned. The solution to both their problems was simple.
Roz wrapped their tail tight around Tycho’s back and pulled the horse in closer. They then placed a gauntlet on the back of his head, opened their mouth wider, and pushed. The horse barely got out a whinny of confusion before they entered the gooey maw of Roz.
Being made of goo, Roz had no trouble swallowing others whole. They swiftly stretched their jaws around Tycho’s shoulders and chest, gulping him down before he could even start to struggle. They squeezed the doughy love handles of the horse and lifted. Tycho’s kicking hooves left the ground.
Lifting the fat horse took effort, but Roz was plenty motivated to gobble him up. As soon as Tycho was vertical, he plummeted, descending into Roz’s stomach in a matter of seconds. The scivoli’s middle rapidly ballooned outward, knocking over a pair of stools at the bar as it instantly filled with horse.
Roz stumbled and groaned. They struggled to stay standing, their gut bouncing wildly as Tycho struggled. Their body was partially transparent, with Tycho visible to everyone on the outside as a vague, shadowy blob that resembled a horse only if you looked long enough. Quite a few of the other patrons did, chuckling at the voracious display before returning to their drinks. People got eaten in taverns all the time.
“Damn, Tycho, you’re as filling as you—uworrrp—look!” Roz slapped their belly. Large bulges pushed outward, Roz’s gooey body stretching a fair bit before rebounding back.
“Couldn’t steal my cider so you stole me instead? Coward!” Tycho shouted.
“Dude, I got both.” Roz let out a happy groan. “Honestly if I’d known you tasted this good, I probably would’ve eaten you sooner. Course I’m sure all that fresh blubber helped. I should eat horses more often.” They snickered as they shook their gut, causing Tycho to tumble within.
“Once I’m out of here you’re buying me a new drink!”
Roz shook their head. “You’re not going to get out. You’re going to get added to my gooey waistline.” For a while at least. The clerics of a local temple still owed them a favor, and a resurrection spell would certainly fulfill it. Tycho would just have to sit around the afterlife for a bit until it was conducted.
“No dungeon has ever—urrp—held me! Why would a stomach?” Tycho declared, with completely unfounded enthusiasm. The horse struggled a bit more, but not enough to make a difference.
“Okay, now I’m surprised you haven’t been eaten yet, period. After a few drinks you just become a snackadin.” Roz laughed at their own joke, their belly bouncing. “Better bring you back to Vex and revel in my victory.”
Still holding onto their gut, Roz waddled back to the table. Vex started laughing as he saw Roz approaching.
“I thought you were going for drinks, not food.” Vex stood from his seat to get a better look at Roz. “Who’s the unlucky dope?” He smacked the scivoli’s jiggly belly.
“Well, I was feeling hungry enough to eat a horse, and fortunately there was a damn juicy one at the bar~”
Vex stared at Roz’s middle, his eyes widening and his jaw dropping. “You didn’t!”
“I most certainly—braaaap—did!”
“I kind of like keeping him around, you know? And I don’t mean as goo!” Vex frowned.
“Yeah, he’s alright, I guess. Tastes amazing, by the way.” Roz grinned. “And if I absorb him, then he’ll lose weight, just like I said he would.”
“Wait, you ate him to win our bet? That’s cheating!” Vex’s frown turned into a scowl.
Roz shrugged. “We never made any rules about how he needed to lose or gain weight. Which means I could’ve slimmed him down to nothing through digestion, or you could’ve blimped him up with a cursed ring.”
“How’d you know that’s what I had planned?” Vex poked Roz’s belly, watching the shadow of his boyfriend wiggling around.
“I didn’t! So now I’m definitely not letting him out.” Roz shook their gut in victory.
“Ah damn it.” Vex crossed his arms. His tail flicked about in frustration. “You could’ve at least given me a chance to hug him one last time before you ate him.”
“Pfft, I’m not evil. We’ll just get him brought back at that temple that owes us. He’ll be gone for like a month at most as long as we’re not lazy.”
“Oh yeah, they do owe us, don’t they?” Knowing his boyfriend wouldn’t be digested forever only marginally improved the snake’s mood. “I’ll have to take some of Tycho’s share as payment for inspiring his dramatic weight-loss, then. Lazing in the afterlife is a lot easier than exercise, after all.”
Roz nodded their head, swaying. The ale and cider they’d chugged were catching up with them, fast. They only barely paid attention to Vex’s words, instead focusing on the wonderful sensation of Tycho shifting around in their belly. They wished the horse would squirm more, but he seemed to be at his wiggling limit. The only way to enhance the feeling would be to add someone else. Their gaze drifted to the snake. His long tail had a lot of wiggling potential.
“We haven’t actually divided the payment yet, have we?” Vex continued to muse, oblivious to the hungry thoughts of the scivoli in front of him. “And Tycho can’t exactly be paid if he’s no longer in the mortal realm. So really we should just split it fifty-fifty.” He gave Roz’s middle another slap. “Sorry, babe, but maybe this’ll teach you to be more careful in the future. Right, Roz? Roz?”
Vex looked up at the scivoli just in time to see a gooey maw descend on him. In a single gulp, the snake was swallowed up to his chest. He was scarfed down in seconds, managing only a few meager kicks in resistance. Tycho’s soft belly cushioned his fall into the stomach.
Roz fell over as they finished off their second course, landing on their massive belly. The additional squirms from Vex gave them instant bliss. Rocking atop their quaking gut, Roz felt like one of the oozes they’d seen in the wild countless times. Just a wobbling goo ball. Roz didn’t plan on feeding themself to anyone, though.
“Damn it, Roz, you won! Let me out!” Vex shouted, his voice muffled by thick goo.
“But it—bworrp—feels so good,” Roz practically moaned. “Keep wiggling.”
“I’ll get absorbed if I stay in here, you drunk idiot!”
“You’ll be fine~”
“Not really! Tycho, stop kicking, Roz is into it.”
“I’m—hic—escaping!” Roz could see the imprints of the horse’s hooves push out from their belly.
“No, no you’re not. We’re stuck here unless our good and wonderful friend lets us out and doesn’t absorb us like a pair of common bandits!” Vex’s attempt at a guilt trip failed to penetrate the drunken mind of the scivoli.
“But I’m hungry,” the horse whined.
“Well tough luck, there’s no food in here.”
“Horses and snakes are food,” Roz said with a giggle.
“Yeah, they are food,” Tycho said.
“Well they’re not supposed to—hey, what are you doing? Let go of me, babe!”
“I just want a snack~”
“I’m not a snack you gluttonous—mmmph!!”
Roz felt their gut rock back and forth harder than before, much to their delight. They didn’t care what their friends were up to, just that they continued to make as much movement as possible. The wiggling slowed down after a couple of minutes. By then, Roz was ready to pass out.
The booze and food made Roz feel sluggish. The glow from their body dimmed, causing their belly to lose what little transparency that remained. The massive shadow of the meal within vanished from sight.
Elated, Roz fell into a deep slumber.
“Time to wake up. Unless you’re planning on paying for a room.”
The unknown voice stirred Roz awake. The feeling gradually returned to their body, along with the glow. They didn’t feel rested, but at least they could move.
Roz looked up at the zebra bartender and nodded. “Oh, no need for that. The floor was plenty accommodating.” They may have been joking, but they weren’t exactly lying. Their amorphous body meant a rock and a cushion were equally comfortable to them. They’d once had an incredible night’s sleep curled up in a keg.
Roz tried to remember why they’d passed out on the tavern floor in the first place. They’d been celebrating with Tycho and Vex. There’d been lots of drinking, some bet about Tycho’s weight, and then...ah, of course.
They glanced down at their body, and smiled. They’d been lean the previous night, barely bigger than Vex. Feasting on friends had plumped the scivoli up considerably. They sported a round, pink belly—even larger than Tycho’s had been. Their pants and tunic were tight, sleeves digging into their gooey body. They shifted their mass around some so they wouldn’t rip any seams. Watching their belly swell a little widened their smile.
Once their body settled, Roz stood up. The wobbling of their body felt wonderful. While their work required them to be lean, they always enjoyed bulking up from time to time. Their preferred methods tended to switch from stealth to gluttony then.
Something remained within Roz’s stomach. Pieces of Tycho and Vex’s clothing they hadn’t absorbed, along with the pitcher.
The scivoli squeezed their gut with a gauntlet and gave it a shake. They turned to the zebra. “The food here’s even better than the ale. You attract the most delicious patrons.”
The zebra snorted. “More like the most gluttonous. We had to roll a damn anaconda out of here last night as well. He ate a whole quintet of bards and one of my servers. Made you look restrained in comparison.”
“If I knew I had competition, I would’ve indulged more.” Roz looked the zebra up and down, lingering on his plump middle. “Though it’s not too late the play catch-up.”
A long belch preceded Roz as they waddled out of the tavern, their belly wobbling once again. They tossed a small bag of gold in the air and caught it, chuckling. They never could turn down an opportunity for an easy meal and loot.
“Guess I’ll have to make a living off my appetite for a while,” Roz said with a smile. “Though the extra heft should deter Tycho or Vex from trying to get revenge once I bring them back.”
The scivoli’s laughter abruptly stopped. The temple owed them a single resurrection, but Roz’s unexpected gluttony meant they had two friends in need of it. While they could certainly try eating the clerics until they agreed to a second free resurrection, Roz didn’t want to get on the temple’s bad side.
They’d need to choose who to resurrect first. The other would have to wait until they’d gathered the considerable funds necessary for another ritual. All their income for the foreseeable future would need to be saved for it. There’d be no grand feasts or luxury spending. No vacations or upgrades to equipment.
Roz frowned, pushing at the bulges made by the struggling zebra in their gut. “Perhaps I should hold off on that favor, then,” they mused. “It’s not like a few months in the afterlife will be too bad for them. Or even years.”
The stuffed scivoli chuckled as they waddled off. If they were lucky, they’d stumble across a plump nobleman with a belly as round as their coin pouch. Perhaps their true calling was in gluttony after all.
The scivoli Roz comes up with a creative and filling solution to a bet with their friend Vex...
Rez Ya Later
By: Indi
Three mugs clacked as they came together, splashing ale and foam. They pulled away, greedily chugged by the three friends sitting around the table.
Roz finished their drink and belched. “We can finally afford the good stuff!” Candlelight reflected off the pink, gooey body of the scivoli, which glowed faintly. They’d taken the form of a serpent, their thick tail swaying behind their chair. Metal gauntlets and greaves served as their claws and feet, while any part of them unclothed was simply exposed goo. They grabbed the pitcher of ale in the middle of the table and refilled their mug. “A few more successes like this and we’ll be living like kings.”
Across from Roz, a gray snake in a dark green tunic laughed. “At the very least, one of us will be eating like a king.” Both the snake and Roz glanced over at the third member of their party.
The fat horse frowned once he’d finished his drink. “Just because I’m a bit plumper now doesn’t mean I’ll be stuffing myself silly, Vex!” His round cheeks wobbled as he grumbled. Roz could see his large belly pressing against the table, spilling over the top. The buttons of his vest appeared more strained than usual.
“Tycho, you’re not just plump,” Roz told the horse. “You’re blubbery.”
“He’s gotta be about three times fatter than before, right?” Vex asked.
“At the very least!”
“Fatter than both of us combined.”
“And hungrier, no doubt.”
Tycho pouted as the two snakes teased him. “If I hadn’t valiantly thrown my way into the path of that pastry elemental, you’d be the fat ones right now!” he said, pointing a pudgy finger at the pair. “Really you should be thanking me for my sacrifice.”
“You charged into the chamber on your own; there was nothing valiant about that stuffing you got.” Roz fondly remembered how the horse’s belly had ballooned and shredded his vest and shirt. “Though eating the guardian certainly saved us time.”
“Rolling him home slowed us down, though,” Vex said.
“At least that was fun.”
“You didn’t have to poke and prod me the whole way,” Tycho said.
“But that was the best part~” Vex poked the horse’s gut with the tip of his tail. Roz joined in, poking his soft middle from the other side.
Tycho blushed and swatted at the mischievous tails. He was too slow to fend them off, though, and quickly gave up. “Hmph!” He snorted. “I’m gonna hit the bar until you two are ready to behave yourselves. I’ve been meaning to treat myself to some cider, anyway.”
The fat horse lugged himself out of his chair, his belly jiggling the whole time. He adjusted his tunic, then headed towards the bar, his middle wobbling with every step.
Vex’s gaze had locked onto Tycho’s soft rump. “There’s no way he’s losing all that weight. I bet he’ll gain even more.”
“With how much we’ll be teasing him? No way,” Roz said. “He’ll be running all around town to shed those pounds.”
“A jog won’t counter his appetite. He was already eating the most out of all of us. Sating a gut that big is just gonna lead to him blimping up,” the snake smirked.
“Then what about the fact everyone’s gonna start eying him up?” Roz asked. There were plenty of bulging bellies in the tavern. Drunk brawls were as likely to be ended by a rumbling stomach as they were a fist.
Vex looked around at the other patrons, unimpressed. “If anything, he’s now too fat to be considered a mere snack. And more likely to drunkenly try to eat someone himself.” The snake glanced away and blushed. Roz had seen how giddy Vex got on the rare occasions Tycho had eaten people.
“I think you’re underestimating how desperate he’ll be to remain nimble.”
“And you’re underestimating how easily he gives in to temptation.”
“Wanna bet?”
“That he’ll get fat?”
“That he won’t!”
Vex’s grin grew wider. “You’re on! Should we wager our most expensive loot from the last job?”
“That works for me.”
“Then it’s settled.” Vex leaned back. “With all that cider he’s about to guzzle, I’ll be winning before the night’s even over.”
The horse had gone up to get more drinks. Roz imagined Tycho ordering himself a whole keg of cider and realized an intervention might be necessary.
Roz grabbed the pitcher and chugged the rest of it, ale filling their belly. They thumped their soft, exposed middle and belched. “I’ll go grab us some more, so we can properly celebrate our bet.”
“Of course,” Vex said. The snake was clearly suspicious, but not enough so to follow. “Make sure to say hello to Tycho and his barrel belly for me~”
Roz left the table. They burped a couple more times on their way to the bar, the fresh alcohol they’d guzzled slowly starting to kick in.
Tycho was impossible to miss. The hefty horse was drinking from a pitcher, a pair of emptied mugs on the counter nearby him. He had a dopey look on his face, which turned into a passable attempt at a frown when he spotted Roz.
“Come to—bwourrrrrrrrrrrrrp—jiggle my gut or something?” the drunk horse asked.
“Tempting, but no,” Roz said. “I actually came by to make sure you weren’t drinking the place out of business.”
“And what if I am?”
“Then that gut of yours is only gonna get more jiggly. It’s gonna be hard sneaking around bandit camps with your belly knocking things over left and right,” Roz said.
“Booze won’t make me fat.”
“The beer bellies of all the retired adventurers in this place say otherwise.” Many of the patrons were hefty. Even the zebra bartender and a few of the servers were rotund. Tycho wasn’t even close to being the fattest one there, despite his respectable heft. Not all the weight had come from ale alone, but Roz didn’t want to remind the horse of that.
Tycho dismissed the scivoli with a wave of his hoof. “Then I’ll just get fat! Nothing’s gonna get between me and a good drink.”
The horse reached for the pitcher, but Roz was quicker. They snatched it and held it out of reach, easily dodging the drunken swipes of their friend. But Tycho persisted.
“Give me that!”
“This is for your own good,” Roz lied.
“Is not! You probably just want it all for yourself!”
Tycho’s wobbling middle pushed Roz back. They wouldn’t be able to keep the pitcher out of reach forever. They’d just need to deny Tycho his booze some other way.
Roz smacked Tycho with their tail, shooing the thirsty horse off for a moment. They swallowed the entire pitcher in a single gulp, cider and all.
“I knew it!” Tycho whinnied and frowned. “That’s it, I’m getting my booze back!”
“How the Hell do you plan to—mmmph!!”
Roz was interrupted by Tycho shoving his hoof into their mouth. Tycho was elbow deep in Roz before the scivoli even realized what was happening. They felt the horse’s hoof push into their stomach, swinging around blindly.
“Ha, got it!” Tycho declared with glee. “Some rogue you are; couldn’t even steal a drink from a drunk!”
Roz glared at their obnoxious friend. If he was willing to shove his arm down someone’s throat to get back booze, he was guaranteed to pack on the pounds eventually. Their bet with Vex already looked like a lost cause. To make matters worse, the dumb act had made Roz hungry, and it’d been a while since they’d last indulged on a nice, living meal.
Suddenly the frustrated scivoli grinned. The solution to both their problems was simple.
Roz wrapped their tail tight around Tycho’s back and pulled the horse in closer. They then placed a gauntlet on the back of his head, opened their mouth wider, and pushed. The horse barely got out a whinny of confusion before they entered the gooey maw of Roz.
Being made of goo, Roz had no trouble swallowing others whole. They swiftly stretched their jaws around Tycho’s shoulders and chest, gulping him down before he could even start to struggle. They squeezed the doughy love handles of the horse and lifted. Tycho’s kicking hooves left the ground.
Lifting the fat horse took effort, but Roz was plenty motivated to gobble him up. As soon as Tycho was vertical, he plummeted, descending into Roz’s stomach in a matter of seconds. The scivoli’s middle rapidly ballooned outward, knocking over a pair of stools at the bar as it instantly filled with horse.
Roz stumbled and groaned. They struggled to stay standing, their gut bouncing wildly as Tycho struggled. Their body was partially transparent, with Tycho visible to everyone on the outside as a vague, shadowy blob that resembled a horse only if you looked long enough. Quite a few of the other patrons did, chuckling at the voracious display before returning to their drinks. People got eaten in taverns all the time.
“Damn, Tycho, you’re as filling as you—uworrrp—look!” Roz slapped their belly. Large bulges pushed outward, Roz’s gooey body stretching a fair bit before rebounding back.
“Couldn’t steal my cider so you stole me instead? Coward!” Tycho shouted.
“Dude, I got both.” Roz let out a happy groan. “Honestly if I’d known you tasted this good, I probably would’ve eaten you sooner. Course I’m sure all that fresh blubber helped. I should eat horses more often.” They snickered as they shook their gut, causing Tycho to tumble within.
“Once I’m out of here you’re buying me a new drink!”
Roz shook their head. “You’re not going to get out. You’re going to get added to my gooey waistline.” For a while at least. The clerics of a local temple still owed them a favor, and a resurrection spell would certainly fulfill it. Tycho would just have to sit around the afterlife for a bit until it was conducted.
“No dungeon has ever—urrp—held me! Why would a stomach?” Tycho declared, with completely unfounded enthusiasm. The horse struggled a bit more, but not enough to make a difference.
“Okay, now I’m surprised you haven’t been eaten yet, period. After a few drinks you just become a snackadin.” Roz laughed at their own joke, their belly bouncing. “Better bring you back to Vex and revel in my victory.”
Still holding onto their gut, Roz waddled back to the table. Vex started laughing as he saw Roz approaching.
“I thought you were going for drinks, not food.” Vex stood from his seat to get a better look at Roz. “Who’s the unlucky dope?” He smacked the scivoli’s jiggly belly.
“Well, I was feeling hungry enough to eat a horse, and fortunately there was a damn juicy one at the bar~”
Vex stared at Roz’s middle, his eyes widening and his jaw dropping. “You didn’t!”
“I most certainly—braaaap—did!”
“I kind of like keeping him around, you know? And I don’t mean as goo!” Vex frowned.
“Yeah, he’s alright, I guess. Tastes amazing, by the way.” Roz grinned. “And if I absorb him, then he’ll lose weight, just like I said he would.”
“Wait, you ate him to win our bet? That’s cheating!” Vex’s frown turned into a scowl.
Roz shrugged. “We never made any rules about how he needed to lose or gain weight. Which means I could’ve slimmed him down to nothing through digestion, or you could’ve blimped him up with a cursed ring.”
“How’d you know that’s what I had planned?” Vex poked Roz’s belly, watching the shadow of his boyfriend wiggling around.
“I didn’t! So now I’m definitely not letting him out.” Roz shook their gut in victory.
“Ah damn it.” Vex crossed his arms. His tail flicked about in frustration. “You could’ve at least given me a chance to hug him one last time before you ate him.”
“Pfft, I’m not evil. We’ll just get him brought back at that temple that owes us. He’ll be gone for like a month at most as long as we’re not lazy.”
“Oh yeah, they do owe us, don’t they?” Knowing his boyfriend wouldn’t be digested forever only marginally improved the snake’s mood. “I’ll have to take some of Tycho’s share as payment for inspiring his dramatic weight-loss, then. Lazing in the afterlife is a lot easier than exercise, after all.”
Roz nodded their head, swaying. The ale and cider they’d chugged were catching up with them, fast. They only barely paid attention to Vex’s words, instead focusing on the wonderful sensation of Tycho shifting around in their belly. They wished the horse would squirm more, but he seemed to be at his wiggling limit. The only way to enhance the feeling would be to add someone else. Their gaze drifted to the snake. His long tail had a lot of wiggling potential.
“We haven’t actually divided the payment yet, have we?” Vex continued to muse, oblivious to the hungry thoughts of the scivoli in front of him. “And Tycho can’t exactly be paid if he’s no longer in the mortal realm. So really we should just split it fifty-fifty.” He gave Roz’s middle another slap. “Sorry, babe, but maybe this’ll teach you to be more careful in the future. Right, Roz? Roz?”
Vex looked up at the scivoli just in time to see a gooey maw descend on him. In a single gulp, the snake was swallowed up to his chest. He was scarfed down in seconds, managing only a few meager kicks in resistance. Tycho’s soft belly cushioned his fall into the stomach.
Roz fell over as they finished off their second course, landing on their massive belly. The additional squirms from Vex gave them instant bliss. Rocking atop their quaking gut, Roz felt like one of the oozes they’d seen in the wild countless times. Just a wobbling goo ball. Roz didn’t plan on feeding themself to anyone, though.
“Damn it, Roz, you won! Let me out!” Vex shouted, his voice muffled by thick goo.
“But it—bworrp—feels so good,” Roz practically moaned. “Keep wiggling.”
“I’ll get absorbed if I stay in here, you drunk idiot!”
“You’ll be fine~”
“Not really! Tycho, stop kicking, Roz is into it.”
“I’m—hic—escaping!” Roz could see the imprints of the horse’s hooves push out from their belly.
“No, no you’re not. We’re stuck here unless our good and wonderful friend lets us out and doesn’t absorb us like a pair of common bandits!” Vex’s attempt at a guilt trip failed to penetrate the drunken mind of the scivoli.
“But I’m hungry,” the horse whined.
“Well tough luck, there’s no food in here.”
“Horses and snakes are food,” Roz said with a giggle.
“Yeah, they are food,” Tycho said.
“Well they’re not supposed to—hey, what are you doing? Let go of me, babe!”
“I just want a snack~”
“I’m not a snack you gluttonous—mmmph!!”
Roz felt their gut rock back and forth harder than before, much to their delight. They didn’t care what their friends were up to, just that they continued to make as much movement as possible. The wiggling slowed down after a couple of minutes. By then, Roz was ready to pass out.
The booze and food made Roz feel sluggish. The glow from their body dimmed, causing their belly to lose what little transparency that remained. The massive shadow of the meal within vanished from sight.
Elated, Roz fell into a deep slumber.
“Time to wake up. Unless you’re planning on paying for a room.”
The unknown voice stirred Roz awake. The feeling gradually returned to their body, along with the glow. They didn’t feel rested, but at least they could move.
Roz looked up at the zebra bartender and nodded. “Oh, no need for that. The floor was plenty accommodating.” They may have been joking, but they weren’t exactly lying. Their amorphous body meant a rock and a cushion were equally comfortable to them. They’d once had an incredible night’s sleep curled up in a keg.
Roz tried to remember why they’d passed out on the tavern floor in the first place. They’d been celebrating with Tycho and Vex. There’d been lots of drinking, some bet about Tycho’s weight, and then...ah, of course.
They glanced down at their body, and smiled. They’d been lean the previous night, barely bigger than Vex. Feasting on friends had plumped the scivoli up considerably. They sported a round, pink belly—even larger than Tycho’s had been. Their pants and tunic were tight, sleeves digging into their gooey body. They shifted their mass around some so they wouldn’t rip any seams. Watching their belly swell a little widened their smile.
Once their body settled, Roz stood up. The wobbling of their body felt wonderful. While their work required them to be lean, they always enjoyed bulking up from time to time. Their preferred methods tended to switch from stealth to gluttony then.
Something remained within Roz’s stomach. Pieces of Tycho and Vex’s clothing they hadn’t absorbed, along with the pitcher.
The scivoli squeezed their gut with a gauntlet and gave it a shake. They turned to the zebra. “The food here’s even better than the ale. You attract the most delicious patrons.”
The zebra snorted. “More like the most gluttonous. We had to roll a damn anaconda out of here last night as well. He ate a whole quintet of bards and one of my servers. Made you look restrained in comparison.”
“If I knew I had competition, I would’ve indulged more.” Roz looked the zebra up and down, lingering on his plump middle. “Though it’s not too late the play catch-up.”
A long belch preceded Roz as they waddled out of the tavern, their belly wobbling once again. They tossed a small bag of gold in the air and caught it, chuckling. They never could turn down an opportunity for an easy meal and loot.
“Guess I’ll have to make a living off my appetite for a while,” Roz said with a smile. “Though the extra heft should deter Tycho or Vex from trying to get revenge once I bring them back.”
The scivoli’s laughter abruptly stopped. The temple owed them a single resurrection, but Roz’s unexpected gluttony meant they had two friends in need of it. While they could certainly try eating the clerics until they agreed to a second free resurrection, Roz didn’t want to get on the temple’s bad side.
They’d need to choose who to resurrect first. The other would have to wait until they’d gathered the considerable funds necessary for another ritual. All their income for the foreseeable future would need to be saved for it. There’d be no grand feasts or luxury spending. No vacations or upgrades to equipment.
Roz frowned, pushing at the bulges made by the struggling zebra in their gut. “Perhaps I should hold off on that favor, then,” they mused. “It’s not like a few months in the afterlife will be too bad for them. Or even years.”
The stuffed scivoli chuckled as they waddled off. If they were lucky, they’d stumble across a plump nobleman with a belly as round as their coin pouch. Perhaps their true calling was in gluttony after all.
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