Here's a stuffing piece I started a few weeks ago and finally returned to. Was just in the mood for Tycho to eat and eat and eat and eat some more.

Tycho heads to the kitchen for a quick snack, but his appetite soon proves bottomless...

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A Quick Snack
By: Indi

The sudden pang of hunger caught Tycho by surprise. The lion paused his game, wondering if he’d simply imagined it. A few seconds later it returned. He looked down at his phone, and saw it was only ten minutes after three. He didn’t plan on having dinner for another two or three hours, but didn’t want to deal with on-and-off hunger pains the entire time. He’d just have to grab a snack, then.

Tycho placed his controller down on the couch and slid off. He stretched, his tank top rising and exposing his flat middle. He didn’t work out regularly, but he stayed active. His heftier friends liked to tease him about being lanky. They’d even joked about how he could benefit from gaining a few dozen pounds. Fortunately his metabolism had fended off all their offerings of snacks over the years.

Tycho hurried into the kitchen and took a look around. The big grocery shopping trip had been the day before, so he had a bounty to choose from. Since he only needed a quick snack, he settled on fruit. He grabbed a banana, swiftly unpeeled it, and took a bite. He realized he could grab a cup of water since he was in the kitchen already. Still munching on the banana, Tycho opened a cupboard and took out the tallest glass.

He placed the glass on the counter and looked at the empty banana peel in his paw. The hunger pain hit again.

“Huh, must have been a small banana,” Tycho said. He tossed the peel in the garbage and grabbed another, chowing down on it within seconds. The second peel was tossed away without comment, before he reached for another. The lion remembered his cup and looked over at the fridge. He tossed his latest peel away and grabbed an apple. He’d finished half of it before he even reached the fridge.

The fridge was full, of course. Tycho’s eyes went to the pitcher of water, then drifted to a fresh jug of apple juice. He pulled it out, threw away his apple core, and started on another apple. Once the jug was open, he filled the cup to the brim. He pressed the cup to his lips and gulped, over and over again. When he put it back down, it was empty.

“There’s gottauworrrrp be something to snack on,” Tycho said absentmindedly. The fruit bowl was empty, so he checked on the pantry. He snagged the first bag of chips that caught his eye and opened it up, shoving a pawful into his mouth as he backed out. It’d be more than enough to sate his tiny bout of hunger.

Tycho devoured pawful after pawful of chips, practically filling his mouth with them every time. Between bites he grabbed the jug of apple juice and chugged, not bothering with his cup anymore.

The strange feast of fruit, chips, and juice had begun to take its toll on Tycho. His flat middle had rounded slightly, smoothing out a few seams of his tank top. Every gulp and swallow caused it to swell a little more. And yet Tycho didn’t notice the change at all, even as he finished the last of the apple juice and rubbed his small belly.

“Pretty sure we’ve got milk and cookies,” Tycho mumbled to himself. He pulled a jug of milk from the fridge and took a swig, before heading back to the pantry. He came out with one-and-a-half packages of chocolate chip cookies and only half a jug of milk left. The rest didn’t last long.

“No reason I can’t sneak in a quick meal before dinner. Didn’t have much for lunch anyway.” Tycho opened the fridge and pulled out a bag of frozen burritos. He dumped half the bag on a plate and threw it in the microwave. As soon as the timer was set, he went back to the fridge and started eating cheese sticks as he looked for another drink. Out of juice and milk—he couldn’t believe he’d forgotten to get more. He still had soda at least.

Tycho lugged the entire twenty-four pack out of the fridge, along with the rest of the cheese sticks. He began shotgunning sodas between cheese sticks. Still peckish, the lion turned the oven on and pulled a bag of chicken nuggets out of the freezer. They’d be enough to hold him over.

The microwave beeped, drawing Tycho’s attention. He finished off another soda as he got out the burritos. The rest of the bag was dumped onto a second plate, and the microwave started up again.

Tycho went through a whole box of crackers as he waited for the burritos to cool down. His belly had swelled to the size of a basketball. His tank top had ridden up the smooth dome of his gut a few snacks ago. It bounced when he turned, wobbling up and down. Tycho didn’t notice it at all, not even when it smacked right into the fridge door and knocked a couple of magnets off.

The first batch of burritos was devoured before the second batch finished. Tycho frowned as he waited on the oven, mouth full of food. When preheating was finished, he tossed in the chicken nuggets and a whole tray of fries.

“Braaaaaaaaaaaap! Damn, there’s nothing to eat here!” Tycho grumbled, throwing away another empty chip bag. “I need to be better about making a list I guess. At least there’s always delivery.” He opened up the Bounty Burger app on his phone, adding every combo that caught his eye while chugging soda.

A short while later the oven went off. He dumped the chicken and fries onto every plate he could find and went to town on them. They’d been reduced to crumbs by the time his doorbell rang.

“Finally. I’m starving!” Tycho said. He rushed to the front door, his bulging belly wobbling with every step. He opened it, finding a stunned seagull on the other side. Their eyes immediately went to Tycho’s fully exposed middle.

“Uh, your order, sir?” The seagull said, holding out the two large bags in his talons.

“Thank you!” Tycho grabbed them both, the aroma of fast food burgers making his mouth water. “Have a good day!”

“S-Sure,” the seagull said, before the door closed on him.

Tycho lugged the bags back to the kitchen and put them on the counter. Each was filled to the brim with burgers and fries, along with four large milkshakes. He didn’t grab a plate or sit down; he simply ate everything on the spot. Burgers were gulped down in huge bites, chased with fries and milkshakes. At times, a free paw would wander to his phone, clicking through various delivery apps. Vitelli’s Pizza. Taco Infinito. Rumble Chicken. Order costs went well into the triple digits. He clicked “confirm order” on each without hesitation or thought.

The ravenous lion’s gut ballooned as he devoured the fast food, pushing against the counter and drawers beneath. He grunted as the pressure built, shuffling backwards so his belly had room to swell. Tycho didn’t have fast food very often—he’d be as fat as all his friends if he did—so the delivery felt like an extra special treat. He grinned as he finished off a triple-stack burger, thinking of the ridiculously huge orders his friends tended to get. Multiple combo meals and the largest size of soda, and they’d still complain about not being full after. Meanwhile, he could be content with the simplest burger on the value meal. He couldn’t quite understand how they found room for so much junk food.

“Uworrrrrrrrrrrrp!” Tycho’s gut bounced from the force of his belch. He dug around in the bag for another burger, but only found crumpled wrappers and napkins. “Damn, guess I should’ve gotten fries, too,” he said, his hunger persisting.

The lion turned away from the counter, his whole belly swaying. It hung half-way to his knees, filled to the brim with a smorgasbord from his fridge, pantry, and take-out. He waddled from cupboard to cupboard, grabbing any snack he could reach and leaving a trail of empty boxes and bags in his wake. He only stopped when he heard the doorbell ring.

Pizza came first. Seven larges with everything on them and a bag of two-liters. He ate two slices at a time, guzzling it all down with the soda.

Tycho was still swallowing a slice when he answered the door to grab the party boxes of assorted tacos and burritos. His belly grew with every bite and gulp. The taut dome swayed heavily, bumping into counters and walls as he lumbered around the kitchen, always in search of more food.

But no matter how large it got, Tycho remained oblivious to it. His only thoughts were of finding a quick snack so he could get back to his game. Every time he thought he’d found something, he’d realize it was already gone. It didn’t make sense to him, but he brushed off his confusion as the result of a long work week. He’d definitely make sure to keep the kitchen well-stocked in the future.

When Tycho opened the door to accept the chicken, the delivery driver jumped at the sight of him. His bulging gut blocked most of the doorway, impossible to cover up. The lion eyed the bags of delivery like someone who’d been fasting for weeks. The driver handed over the food as quickly as he could, speechless.

Tycho made space on the counter for the chicken, chowing down on it as he reheated the rest of the microwave meals and leftovers in his fridge.

An hour later, nothing but crumbs remained in the kitchen. The fridge held condiments, every drawer and shelf empty otherwise. The cupboards had ingredients, but nothing pre-made. The pantry now only stored paper plates and plastic bags, emptied of all snacks. Recycling and garbage were piled high, unable to handle any more wrappers or bottles.

“That hit the spot,” Tycho said, panting. He rested his elbows on the counter, his enormous belly hanging low. He’d consumed more than his weight in food, cramming everything from fresh fruit to greasy fast food into his stomach. Though he felt inexplicably tired, he didn’t feel full. Sated, at best. He could fit a few more bites in—if he wanted—but he didn’t feel the need to be gluttonous. After all, he didn’t want to ruin his appetite before dinner.

The engorged lion slowly made his way out of the kitchen, one heavy step at a time. He had to cradle his belly in his paws to keep from falling over. He squeezed out of the kitchen, his swollen sides pressing against the doorway. The return to the living room proved to be strenuous, and Tycho took a couple of breaks to catch his breath. When he finally did reach the couch he collapsed onto it, provoking loud groans in protest.

“Woah, never heard it sound like that before,” Tycho said, settling in. “I’ve had it forever, though. Guess it might just be getting old.” He didn’t notice the fact he’d sunk into the cushion, his immense middle spilling over his lap. He grabbed his controller and shifted, trying to find a comfortable position without his gut blocking his view. A loud glrrrrgle echoed out from his belly, and Tycho returned to gaming, blissfully unaware of the feast he’d mindlessly stuffed himself with.