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Even more characters, cause there already wasn't a giant pile of them. The two crocs introduced here are mainly for me to mess around with unrelated macro stuff in the future, but I felt they'd fit in with the rest of the cast well, and will play an important role in a much later story.
Chaz is insistent on overseeing his boyfriend Nash's workouts, though his methods occasionally seem counterproductive.
Endurance Training:
By: IndigoRho
A red and orange crocodile finished stowing the last of his things in a locker before turning to his companion. “You look so handsome in your birthday present!” Chaz beamed, a wide smile on his snout and bright white fangs revealed.
The crocodile's joyful expression was a stark contrast with his slightly intimidating stature. Besides being well over six feet tall he was also a workout fiend, having built up a fair bit of muscle through years of diligence, which his tank-top and shorts highlighted beautifully. One could hardly guess he was an active voreaphile.
The shorter, black and gray crocodile in front of Chaz looked down at himself and frowned. “They're, uh, really nice, but don't you think they're kind of, well, small?” Nash asked, nervously.
He was the opposite of Chaz in countless ways, but his appearance was the most obvious. The red workout shirt his boyfriend had gifted him clung to him like a second layer of skin, outlining every curve of his pudgy belly and lovehandles. Just breathing too deeply was enough to make the scales beneath poke out, and walking with it was worse. The shorts were just as questionably considered, and Nash felt like they were on the verge of shredding apart any time he bent down. While he would have much preferred wearing his normal, incredibly loose clothes to the Campus Fitness Center, Chaz had been insistent he try out the presents instead. Of course he'd also hidden his other clothing options.
Chaz continued grinning. “I think they're the perfect size, don't you want to show off your hard work, like me?”
“That's easy for you to say, we've literally grated cheese on your abs before!” Nash whined, then squeezed the sides of his soft belly with his claws. “I've got a dough ball.”
“And an adorable dough ball at that,” Chaz gave Nash's belly a teasing poke. “But if you've got your heart set on getting rid of it, then your new outfit will help motivate you to lose weight faster.”
Nash grumbled, readjusting his shirt again. “I guess. I still think I'd work out better alone, though.”
Chaz frowned. “Nonsense! I'm practically majoring in fitness, I'm a personal trainer in my free time, you couldn't dream of having a better workout partner than me!”
“Every time you “help” me exercise I end up getting fatter!” Nash countered. “I was just a little chubby when we started dating...”
“It's just the freshman fifteen, everyone gets it.” Chaz said.
“We're seniors! I'd have been fine with fifteen pounds, but I've put on a hundred since enrolling here!” Nash said back, his gut jiggling slightly from the outburst.
Chaz grinned at the jiggle. “Let's stop worrying about semantics and get to work. I've got your session all planned out, I just need one little thing—ooh there we go.” At that moment a lanky meerkat had the unfortunate luck of walking past, heading to his locker after a long workout. Chaz grabbed a hold of the meerkat's arm and yanked him closer, spinning him around and forcing him into a headlock.
“What are you doing! Let me go, let me go!” the meerkat shouted, far too weak to break his captor's grasp.
“Ok Nash, time for some endurance training,” Chaz said, ignoring the meerkat. “I'm gonna have you do the entire workout wearing this weight, so open wide.” He nudged the meerkat's head closer to Nash's snout.
“Chaz I'm not going to eat someone just to use them as exercise equipment, that's horrible!” Nash complained.
The meerkat began thrashing around more, not that it made a difference. “Wait, please! You can't do this to me! Someone help me!” The rest of the locker room did their best to ignore him.
“You need the practice, Nash, and if you can do all this with a belly full of meat than you can do them on empty no problem!” He pressed the meerkat's head against Nash's snout, but the crocodile's mouth remained sealed shut.
“Stop that! Eating him won't help me lose weight! Besides the poor little guy hasn't done anything to us, so let-”
Chaz took that opportune moment to shove the meerkat's head into Nash's open mouth mid-sentence. Nash gagged, but his boyfriend swiftly forced the meerkat in even further, forcing him to swallow. The meerkat flailed wildly and screamed in terror as saliva soaked his fur and his head hung over the dark chasm of Nash's throat. Nash's tongue was assaulted by the taste of the sweat-soaked gym shirt as the meerkat's shoulders slide across it, and the crocodile grimaced. Chaz was hell-bent on not giving the reluctant crocodile a rest, and Nash swallowed as fast as he could manage to keep up. He felt his shirt beginning to inch up as his unwanted meal poked into his stomach and pulled the rest of it up to ensure it wouldn't rip in the process.
Chaz grinned blissfully as he watched his boyfriend's dark gray-scaled belly swelling outwards more each time he pushed the meerkat. The combination of hard scales and soft flab hid most of the meerkat's details, but it was still obvious enough that something living was entering the crocodile's stomach. He loved the meerkat's persistent, pathetic attempt to escape his grasp, which never gave. Chaz couldn't blame the guy for trying—they always did—but the sheer difference in their strength was an absolute delight.
Once the meerkat's waist had slid into Nash's throat, Chaz gently coaxed the other crocodile's head upwards, allowing gravity to hasten the meal to it's destination and him to freely enjoy the show. Nash's eyes followed the shifting bulge of Chaz's prey, which extended all the way from his throat down into his expanding gut. When the meerkat's footpaws finally disappeared past Nash's jaws, Chaz watched the bulge recede until he was nothing more than a furious mass shaking his boyfriend's gut.
Nash looked down on himself in dismay. The red shirt was scrunched up above the swollen dome of his belly like a tube top, rendered even more useless than before. Although the meerkat had been fairly thin, Nash's middle still sagged from his weight, wobbling to and fro as the terrified meal fought for his life in the dark confines of the crocodile's stomach. The sight made Nash squeamish, it always did. He never liked the idea of someone being trapped inside of him, especially considering it was so rare for any to make it out alive, and wasn't even particularly fond of how others tasted. Not to mention just how fattening they could be; even a lightweight could undo a whole month's worth of exercise.
In a perfect world he'd never eat anyone, but fate had gone to ridiculous lengths to conspire against him. Nash came from a family of hardcore preds, and had spent his entire life being aggressively pressured into vore and belittled for his “weak” opinions. All his early meals had been forced on him in an attempt to correct his outlook. For years the crocodile was convinced his siblings would eventually grow tired of him and follow through with their constant threats to eat him, knowing their parents would likely approve. Then he met Chaz. Chaz had shown him more love and attention than his family ever had, and, though very fond of vore himself, the other crocodile never tried to shame him for his beliefs. He still tended to “sneak” Nash a live meal from time to time, but at least he had a heart.
Nash gently felt the rough sides of his expanded gut, recoiling slightly every time a bit of meerkat pushed back. “S-sorry little guy, Chaz just gets a little too enthusiastic sometimes,” Nash apologized to his meal, though he doubted his words would be very comforting. “Chaz, this is why I'm always fat, you keep feeding me things I shouldn't be eating!” he whined. At least Chaz usually was content just passing him junk food or grabbing him seconds, but the occasional fur was obnoxious.
“He doesn't have to be lunch, you know,” Chaz replied with a smile, retrieving a small pill from his pocket. “Consider him to be motivation. I'll give you this digestive inhibitor, and if you can complete your routine before he's digested, he's free to go on his merry way.”
“Alright,” Nash relented. “Just remember, Chaz, if his stay becomes permanent your presents won't fit me anymore so, uh, use that as motivation for yourself!”
“Oh I think they'd fit even better then.” Chaz handed his boyfriend the pill, who quickly popped it in his mouth. “Now let's hit the track.
The pair made their way to the main gymnasium of the Fitness Center, where a full-sized track lined the second floor overlooking the courts. Nash practically speed-walked there, belly swinging, eager to get started as soon as possible. After all, his waistline was was on the line. Oh, and that meerkat, he really shouldn't forget the meerkat.
Finally arriving at the track, Chaz gave his instructions. “Ok, we're just gonna do the usual. Run laps until I tell you to stop.”
“I usually don't have to run on a full stomach,” Nash grumbled.
“The more time you waste complaining the less time your lunch has free of acids,” Chaz replied, giving his boyfriend's lumpy belly a friendly slap.
Nash shuddered, then quickly got to work. Despite his natural bit of heft, Nash had never had much difficulty with jogging, at least for short periods. Fleeing the occasional hungry pred had given him plenty of practice. Jogging with a struggling stomach was a completely different matter, though. Every step caused his bloated belly to lift into the air before crashing back down with the next, rocking it violently from side to side as well. He had to dramatically rethink his running posture to ensure he didn't simply fall hard on his face every few feet, and was moving painfully slow. To make matters worse, the exercising was throwing the meerkat around in his stomach, provoking more frantic—albeit disorganized—struggles. At least the bumpy ride quieted the prey's distressing cries for help.
The sight of the stuffed crocodile slowly jogging around the track was rather comical, but the handful of other runners still steered clear of him, either out of fear of being crushed if he made a misstep or eaten if he was still hungry. Nash could feel their stares, sweating as much from the embarrassment as the physical exertion. He didn't like scaring people, but most strangers would take a passing glance at an overweight crocodile and immediately assume starving pred. Sure, that'd likely dissuaded a few preds from bothering him in the past, maybe even unknowingly saved his life, but it also made socializing somewhat difficult. It was no surprise he'd met most of his friends online before in-person.
As Nash plodded about, Chaz cheerfully ran besides him, and in front of him, and around him, unintentionally taunting him with his unencumbrance while still offering genuine support. “See Nash you're doing great! You haven't faceplanted yet, your balance is exceptional, you're breathing well. Easy as pie!”
“Speak...for...your...self,” Nash panted, feeling the slightest hint of a cramp begin to form.
Chaz loved the sight of his boyfriend trying so hard to exercise while full. The mix of stress and determination, the urgency...and the bouncing, oh the bouncing! His eyes followed every wobble and jump as the misshapen gray orb of Nash's belly was tossed around. The meerkat's addition was wonderful, though he'd honestly have been just as happy if the crocodile's gut had been stuffed with normal food or inflated with water. Live prey was better motivation, though, and a good source of protein if Nash fell short of his goals.
After only three laps, Nash was exhausted and allowed to move on by Chaz. As Nash rested against the wall, trying to catch his breath, Chaz brought him a water bottle and emptied its contents into the winded crocodile's mouth. Nash eagerly guzzled the offering, overlooking the spur of activity it caused in his stomach when the water rained down on the meerkat. The meerkat himself had also been exhausted by the ordeal, tossed against the walls of the stomach until he bruised and splashed non-stop by the crashing waves of the thankfully inactive pool of stomach acids in his prison. He barely had enough energy to beg for mercy anymore, reduced to groaning and weak kicking.
“What's...next,” Nash asked in between breaths.
“Let's stick to the basics, just some simple stuff on the mats,” Chaz said. “How about we start with sit-ups.”
Nash frowned, again looking down at his girth. “Uh, is that even possible like this?”
“Sure it is! Just believe in yourself!” Chaz answered enthusiastically.
“O-ok.”
Nash waddled to a spot on the matted area far from others to limit his inevitable embarrassment. He carefully lowered himself onto the floor, cradling his shifting belly to keep it out of his way, eventually managing to ease himself onto his back. The relative silence of the meerkat in his stomach was concerning, though his intermittent shifting proved he was still conscious. Nash locked his claws together and placed them behind his head, while Chaz crouched down and held him feet in place. With a groan Nash slowly arced forwards, his belly pressing hard against his knees, then fell back to the mat, having barely lifted at all. After a couple long breaths he tried again, without much luck. On the third and fourth attempts he actually made some progress, though, and soon he was getting enough height that his snout was digging into his disgruntled gut. The meerkat had no idea what was happening, feeling as if his attacker was trying to crush him in the stomach.
Once Chaz was satisfied with the sit-ups he directed Nash to work on push-ups. The black and gray crocodile was even less convinced he'd be successful at those, but soon found himself rolling onto his belly and spreading out. The meerkat was squashed in the stomach between mat and crocodile, barely able to move. Nash attempted to lift himself up and down for reps, but his full gut never left the ground, only compressed and decompressed. The pressure caused him to belch a few times, though they didn't shrink his stomach nearly enough, and he swallowed a bit of fresh air to keep the meerkat alive. By that time, the digestion inhibitor was beginning to wear off.
Unfortunately, Chaz still had more in plan for Nash. Nash was starting a tense round of jumping jacks when the meerkat's struggles suddenly intensified. The aggressive bouncing of his belly from the exercise disguised them well, and Nash was blissfully unaware that his unwanted prey was boiling away. Tired, bruised, and barely able breath as the constant shaking drenched him in horrible digestive juices, the meerkat mercifully passed out from the pain. Nash's stomach eagerly went to work breaking him down.
“Aaand, break!” Chaz said.
Nash leaned over, claws on his knees, panting. “I...thought...that'd never...end,” he gasped. “Now I...just...need to...free the...meerkat.”
Chaz glanced down at his boyfriends gut, noticing it sway from his breathing but little else. “Not sure that's an option anymore.”
“Huh?” Nash straightened himself out and gave his belly a good jiggle. Nothing. He poked at the lump he assumed was the meerkat's head, but again received no response. “Oh man, not again! Chaaaz, he was just minding his own business. How'd you feel if someone gobble me up like that?” he whined.
“I'd free you and then eat them, just like when your older brother tried,” Chaz grinned. “The world's a tough place, we're putting you through these workouts so you don't end up like your lunch there.”
Nash frowned. “But feeding me furs just makes me fat!” he insisted.
“Now, now, some of him will become muscle, as long as you keep up the hard work,” Chaz said, sliding in behind his boyfriend and gently grabbing the sides of his large belly, snout leaning on his shoulder. “And a little pudge is nothing to be ashamed of.”
Nash blushed at the groping. “This is more than a little...”
“Don't worry my little wrecking ball, I think you look beautiful,” Chaz interrupted. “Besides, it's always fun to play “Nash Smash”!”
Chaz swung the other crocodile's gut from side to side, feeling the weight of the meerkat wobble back and forth. Nash yelped in embarrassment.
“Nash Smash!” Chaz teased.
“Stop that! Not here!” Nash begged.
“Nash Smash!” Chaz ignored him.
Chaz continued his little game for a minute longer, hearing Nash's pleas but clearly seeing the blushing and stifled grin, too. He couldn't deny enjoying the bit of heft his boyfriend had, despite his own preference towards being fit. There was a special joy in watching Nash accidentally knock things over with his tail or gut, or bump into other furs while dancing when he was dragged to the clubs. Chaz loved to fantasize about Nash growing fifty, maybe even a hundred feet tall, his belly smashing buildings over left and right. Sometimes he would join in, swinging the fatter crocodile around just to cause more carnage. A goofy dream, but a fun one.
“Alright, you've done well today,” Chaz laughed. “Why don't we head home and watch some movies. I think you deserve a little ice-cream.”
Nash smiled faintly. He knew “a little” would likely turn into an entire carton if he wasn't careful. He did love ice-cream, though. “Sounds good, I need the rest.”
With a grin Chaz lifted his boyfriend into his arms, barely strained by the crocodile's bulk. “Time to get my workout for the day,” he said, before giving Nash a quick kiss and carefully walking back towards the locker room.
Really vaguely hinted at, and will be more obvious when I add them to the character bios, but Nash is one of Reave's cousins (likely the only sane one left, too). They both have a relatively positive attitude towards each other, though they haven't talked much since their family began the battle royale.
Despite the similarities, I'm gonna try to make the relationship between Chaz and Nash distinct from Xavier and Jordan's "relationship" (since both involve a degree of unwillingness in certain actions).
Both will mostly be background characters, though I've got an idea for a dream sequence for Chaz involving macro antics.
Next story will sort of be a 3-parter (two long stories, one short), detailing the next assignment for the frat pledges. They'll be a lot more standalone than "Winter's End Bash", though, and shouldn't get out of hand.
Chaz is insistent on overseeing his boyfriend Nash's workouts, though his methods occasionally seem counterproductive.
Endurance Training:
By: IndigoRho
A red and orange crocodile finished stowing the last of his things in a locker before turning to his companion. “You look so handsome in your birthday present!” Chaz beamed, a wide smile on his snout and bright white fangs revealed.
The crocodile's joyful expression was a stark contrast with his slightly intimidating stature. Besides being well over six feet tall he was also a workout fiend, having built up a fair bit of muscle through years of diligence, which his tank-top and shorts highlighted beautifully. One could hardly guess he was an active voreaphile.
The shorter, black and gray crocodile in front of Chaz looked down at himself and frowned. “They're, uh, really nice, but don't you think they're kind of, well, small?” Nash asked, nervously.
He was the opposite of Chaz in countless ways, but his appearance was the most obvious. The red workout shirt his boyfriend had gifted him clung to him like a second layer of skin, outlining every curve of his pudgy belly and lovehandles. Just breathing too deeply was enough to make the scales beneath poke out, and walking with it was worse. The shorts were just as questionably considered, and Nash felt like they were on the verge of shredding apart any time he bent down. While he would have much preferred wearing his normal, incredibly loose clothes to the Campus Fitness Center, Chaz had been insistent he try out the presents instead. Of course he'd also hidden his other clothing options.
Chaz continued grinning. “I think they're the perfect size, don't you want to show off your hard work, like me?”
“That's easy for you to say, we've literally grated cheese on your abs before!” Nash whined, then squeezed the sides of his soft belly with his claws. “I've got a dough ball.”
“And an adorable dough ball at that,” Chaz gave Nash's belly a teasing poke. “But if you've got your heart set on getting rid of it, then your new outfit will help motivate you to lose weight faster.”
Nash grumbled, readjusting his shirt again. “I guess. I still think I'd work out better alone, though.”
Chaz frowned. “Nonsense! I'm practically majoring in fitness, I'm a personal trainer in my free time, you couldn't dream of having a better workout partner than me!”
“Every time you “help” me exercise I end up getting fatter!” Nash countered. “I was just a little chubby when we started dating...”
“It's just the freshman fifteen, everyone gets it.” Chaz said.
“We're seniors! I'd have been fine with fifteen pounds, but I've put on a hundred since enrolling here!” Nash said back, his gut jiggling slightly from the outburst.
Chaz grinned at the jiggle. “Let's stop worrying about semantics and get to work. I've got your session all planned out, I just need one little thing—ooh there we go.” At that moment a lanky meerkat had the unfortunate luck of walking past, heading to his locker after a long workout. Chaz grabbed a hold of the meerkat's arm and yanked him closer, spinning him around and forcing him into a headlock.
“What are you doing! Let me go, let me go!” the meerkat shouted, far too weak to break his captor's grasp.
“Ok Nash, time for some endurance training,” Chaz said, ignoring the meerkat. “I'm gonna have you do the entire workout wearing this weight, so open wide.” He nudged the meerkat's head closer to Nash's snout.
“Chaz I'm not going to eat someone just to use them as exercise equipment, that's horrible!” Nash complained.
The meerkat began thrashing around more, not that it made a difference. “Wait, please! You can't do this to me! Someone help me!” The rest of the locker room did their best to ignore him.
“You need the practice, Nash, and if you can do all this with a belly full of meat than you can do them on empty no problem!” He pressed the meerkat's head against Nash's snout, but the crocodile's mouth remained sealed shut.
“Stop that! Eating him won't help me lose weight! Besides the poor little guy hasn't done anything to us, so let-”
Chaz took that opportune moment to shove the meerkat's head into Nash's open mouth mid-sentence. Nash gagged, but his boyfriend swiftly forced the meerkat in even further, forcing him to swallow. The meerkat flailed wildly and screamed in terror as saliva soaked his fur and his head hung over the dark chasm of Nash's throat. Nash's tongue was assaulted by the taste of the sweat-soaked gym shirt as the meerkat's shoulders slide across it, and the crocodile grimaced. Chaz was hell-bent on not giving the reluctant crocodile a rest, and Nash swallowed as fast as he could manage to keep up. He felt his shirt beginning to inch up as his unwanted meal poked into his stomach and pulled the rest of it up to ensure it wouldn't rip in the process.
Chaz grinned blissfully as he watched his boyfriend's dark gray-scaled belly swelling outwards more each time he pushed the meerkat. The combination of hard scales and soft flab hid most of the meerkat's details, but it was still obvious enough that something living was entering the crocodile's stomach. He loved the meerkat's persistent, pathetic attempt to escape his grasp, which never gave. Chaz couldn't blame the guy for trying—they always did—but the sheer difference in their strength was an absolute delight.
Once the meerkat's waist had slid into Nash's throat, Chaz gently coaxed the other crocodile's head upwards, allowing gravity to hasten the meal to it's destination and him to freely enjoy the show. Nash's eyes followed the shifting bulge of Chaz's prey, which extended all the way from his throat down into his expanding gut. When the meerkat's footpaws finally disappeared past Nash's jaws, Chaz watched the bulge recede until he was nothing more than a furious mass shaking his boyfriend's gut.
Nash looked down on himself in dismay. The red shirt was scrunched up above the swollen dome of his belly like a tube top, rendered even more useless than before. Although the meerkat had been fairly thin, Nash's middle still sagged from his weight, wobbling to and fro as the terrified meal fought for his life in the dark confines of the crocodile's stomach. The sight made Nash squeamish, it always did. He never liked the idea of someone being trapped inside of him, especially considering it was so rare for any to make it out alive, and wasn't even particularly fond of how others tasted. Not to mention just how fattening they could be; even a lightweight could undo a whole month's worth of exercise.
In a perfect world he'd never eat anyone, but fate had gone to ridiculous lengths to conspire against him. Nash came from a family of hardcore preds, and had spent his entire life being aggressively pressured into vore and belittled for his “weak” opinions. All his early meals had been forced on him in an attempt to correct his outlook. For years the crocodile was convinced his siblings would eventually grow tired of him and follow through with their constant threats to eat him, knowing their parents would likely approve. Then he met Chaz. Chaz had shown him more love and attention than his family ever had, and, though very fond of vore himself, the other crocodile never tried to shame him for his beliefs. He still tended to “sneak” Nash a live meal from time to time, but at least he had a heart.
Nash gently felt the rough sides of his expanded gut, recoiling slightly every time a bit of meerkat pushed back. “S-sorry little guy, Chaz just gets a little too enthusiastic sometimes,” Nash apologized to his meal, though he doubted his words would be very comforting. “Chaz, this is why I'm always fat, you keep feeding me things I shouldn't be eating!” he whined. At least Chaz usually was content just passing him junk food or grabbing him seconds, but the occasional fur was obnoxious.
“He doesn't have to be lunch, you know,” Chaz replied with a smile, retrieving a small pill from his pocket. “Consider him to be motivation. I'll give you this digestive inhibitor, and if you can complete your routine before he's digested, he's free to go on his merry way.”
“Alright,” Nash relented. “Just remember, Chaz, if his stay becomes permanent your presents won't fit me anymore so, uh, use that as motivation for yourself!”
“Oh I think they'd fit even better then.” Chaz handed his boyfriend the pill, who quickly popped it in his mouth. “Now let's hit the track.
The pair made their way to the main gymnasium of the Fitness Center, where a full-sized track lined the second floor overlooking the courts. Nash practically speed-walked there, belly swinging, eager to get started as soon as possible. After all, his waistline was was on the line. Oh, and that meerkat, he really shouldn't forget the meerkat.
Finally arriving at the track, Chaz gave his instructions. “Ok, we're just gonna do the usual. Run laps until I tell you to stop.”
“I usually don't have to run on a full stomach,” Nash grumbled.
“The more time you waste complaining the less time your lunch has free of acids,” Chaz replied, giving his boyfriend's lumpy belly a friendly slap.
Nash shuddered, then quickly got to work. Despite his natural bit of heft, Nash had never had much difficulty with jogging, at least for short periods. Fleeing the occasional hungry pred had given him plenty of practice. Jogging with a struggling stomach was a completely different matter, though. Every step caused his bloated belly to lift into the air before crashing back down with the next, rocking it violently from side to side as well. He had to dramatically rethink his running posture to ensure he didn't simply fall hard on his face every few feet, and was moving painfully slow. To make matters worse, the exercising was throwing the meerkat around in his stomach, provoking more frantic—albeit disorganized—struggles. At least the bumpy ride quieted the prey's distressing cries for help.
The sight of the stuffed crocodile slowly jogging around the track was rather comical, but the handful of other runners still steered clear of him, either out of fear of being crushed if he made a misstep or eaten if he was still hungry. Nash could feel their stares, sweating as much from the embarrassment as the physical exertion. He didn't like scaring people, but most strangers would take a passing glance at an overweight crocodile and immediately assume starving pred. Sure, that'd likely dissuaded a few preds from bothering him in the past, maybe even unknowingly saved his life, but it also made socializing somewhat difficult. It was no surprise he'd met most of his friends online before in-person.
As Nash plodded about, Chaz cheerfully ran besides him, and in front of him, and around him, unintentionally taunting him with his unencumbrance while still offering genuine support. “See Nash you're doing great! You haven't faceplanted yet, your balance is exceptional, you're breathing well. Easy as pie!”
“Speak...for...your...self,” Nash panted, feeling the slightest hint of a cramp begin to form.
Chaz loved the sight of his boyfriend trying so hard to exercise while full. The mix of stress and determination, the urgency...and the bouncing, oh the bouncing! His eyes followed every wobble and jump as the misshapen gray orb of Nash's belly was tossed around. The meerkat's addition was wonderful, though he'd honestly have been just as happy if the crocodile's gut had been stuffed with normal food or inflated with water. Live prey was better motivation, though, and a good source of protein if Nash fell short of his goals.
After only three laps, Nash was exhausted and allowed to move on by Chaz. As Nash rested against the wall, trying to catch his breath, Chaz brought him a water bottle and emptied its contents into the winded crocodile's mouth. Nash eagerly guzzled the offering, overlooking the spur of activity it caused in his stomach when the water rained down on the meerkat. The meerkat himself had also been exhausted by the ordeal, tossed against the walls of the stomach until he bruised and splashed non-stop by the crashing waves of the thankfully inactive pool of stomach acids in his prison. He barely had enough energy to beg for mercy anymore, reduced to groaning and weak kicking.
“What's...next,” Nash asked in between breaths.
“Let's stick to the basics, just some simple stuff on the mats,” Chaz said. “How about we start with sit-ups.”
Nash frowned, again looking down at his girth. “Uh, is that even possible like this?”
“Sure it is! Just believe in yourself!” Chaz answered enthusiastically.
“O-ok.”
Nash waddled to a spot on the matted area far from others to limit his inevitable embarrassment. He carefully lowered himself onto the floor, cradling his shifting belly to keep it out of his way, eventually managing to ease himself onto his back. The relative silence of the meerkat in his stomach was concerning, though his intermittent shifting proved he was still conscious. Nash locked his claws together and placed them behind his head, while Chaz crouched down and held him feet in place. With a groan Nash slowly arced forwards, his belly pressing hard against his knees, then fell back to the mat, having barely lifted at all. After a couple long breaths he tried again, without much luck. On the third and fourth attempts he actually made some progress, though, and soon he was getting enough height that his snout was digging into his disgruntled gut. The meerkat had no idea what was happening, feeling as if his attacker was trying to crush him in the stomach.
Once Chaz was satisfied with the sit-ups he directed Nash to work on push-ups. The black and gray crocodile was even less convinced he'd be successful at those, but soon found himself rolling onto his belly and spreading out. The meerkat was squashed in the stomach between mat and crocodile, barely able to move. Nash attempted to lift himself up and down for reps, but his full gut never left the ground, only compressed and decompressed. The pressure caused him to belch a few times, though they didn't shrink his stomach nearly enough, and he swallowed a bit of fresh air to keep the meerkat alive. By that time, the digestion inhibitor was beginning to wear off.
Unfortunately, Chaz still had more in plan for Nash. Nash was starting a tense round of jumping jacks when the meerkat's struggles suddenly intensified. The aggressive bouncing of his belly from the exercise disguised them well, and Nash was blissfully unaware that his unwanted prey was boiling away. Tired, bruised, and barely able breath as the constant shaking drenched him in horrible digestive juices, the meerkat mercifully passed out from the pain. Nash's stomach eagerly went to work breaking him down.
“Aaand, break!” Chaz said.
Nash leaned over, claws on his knees, panting. “I...thought...that'd never...end,” he gasped. “Now I...just...need to...free the...meerkat.”
Chaz glanced down at his boyfriends gut, noticing it sway from his breathing but little else. “Not sure that's an option anymore.”
“Huh?” Nash straightened himself out and gave his belly a good jiggle. Nothing. He poked at the lump he assumed was the meerkat's head, but again received no response. “Oh man, not again! Chaaaz, he was just minding his own business. How'd you feel if someone gobble me up like that?” he whined.
“I'd free you and then eat them, just like when your older brother tried,” Chaz grinned. “The world's a tough place, we're putting you through these workouts so you don't end up like your lunch there.”
Nash frowned. “But feeding me furs just makes me fat!” he insisted.
“Now, now, some of him will become muscle, as long as you keep up the hard work,” Chaz said, sliding in behind his boyfriend and gently grabbing the sides of his large belly, snout leaning on his shoulder. “And a little pudge is nothing to be ashamed of.”
Nash blushed at the groping. “This is more than a little...”
“Don't worry my little wrecking ball, I think you look beautiful,” Chaz interrupted. “Besides, it's always fun to play “Nash Smash”!”
Chaz swung the other crocodile's gut from side to side, feeling the weight of the meerkat wobble back and forth. Nash yelped in embarrassment.
“Nash Smash!” Chaz teased.
“Stop that! Not here!” Nash begged.
“Nash Smash!” Chaz ignored him.
Chaz continued his little game for a minute longer, hearing Nash's pleas but clearly seeing the blushing and stifled grin, too. He couldn't deny enjoying the bit of heft his boyfriend had, despite his own preference towards being fit. There was a special joy in watching Nash accidentally knock things over with his tail or gut, or bump into other furs while dancing when he was dragged to the clubs. Chaz loved to fantasize about Nash growing fifty, maybe even a hundred feet tall, his belly smashing buildings over left and right. Sometimes he would join in, swinging the fatter crocodile around just to cause more carnage. A goofy dream, but a fun one.
“Alright, you've done well today,” Chaz laughed. “Why don't we head home and watch some movies. I think you deserve a little ice-cream.”
Nash smiled faintly. He knew “a little” would likely turn into an entire carton if he wasn't careful. He did love ice-cream, though. “Sounds good, I need the rest.”
With a grin Chaz lifted his boyfriend into his arms, barely strained by the crocodile's bulk. “Time to get my workout for the day,” he said, before giving Nash a quick kiss and carefully walking back towards the locker room.
Really vaguely hinted at, and will be more obvious when I add them to the character bios, but Nash is one of Reave's cousins (likely the only sane one left, too). They both have a relatively positive attitude towards each other, though they haven't talked much since their family began the battle royale.
Despite the similarities, I'm gonna try to make the relationship between Chaz and Nash distinct from Xavier and Jordan's "relationship" (since both involve a degree of unwillingness in certain actions).
Both will mostly be background characters, though I've got an idea for a dream sequence for Chaz involving macro antics.
Next story will sort of be a 3-parter (two long stories, one short), detailing the next assignment for the frat pledges. They'll be a lot more standalone than "Winter's End Bash", though, and shouldn't get out of hand.
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Love this, feel sorry for Nash, also why do I have the feeling Nash is related to Reave? anyways keep it up, love it, something to take my mind off of last chapter, a depressing chapter when you think about the future of it, like maybe Liam eating Victor, and maybe Aaron making Tobias thinking about what he is doing is wrong. keep it up :)
I really like Nash, he just seems so cute and caring for others. His shyness is adorable too. ^///^
Chaz seems like an asshole though, knowing that Nash doesn't want to kill innocent furs and forcing him to do it anyway. Then telling him he can let the poor guy out alive if he finishes the workout, but tricking him by having him do an exercise that'll keep him from feeling the struggles as his acids kick in, not caring how it makes Nash feel or the life lost in the process.
Very good writing with the grammar and detail. Reading about the prey's pain/torture and preds cruelty can be emotionally wrenching, but that just shows how powerful the detail in your righting is in invoking said emotions.
Chaz seems like an asshole though, knowing that Nash doesn't want to kill innocent furs and forcing him to do it anyway. Then telling him he can let the poor guy out alive if he finishes the workout, but tricking him by having him do an exercise that'll keep him from feeling the struggles as his acids kick in, not caring how it makes Nash feel or the life lost in the process.
Very good writing with the grammar and detail. Reading about the prey's pain/torture and preds cruelty can be emotionally wrenching, but that just shows how powerful the detail in your righting is in invoking said emotions.
To them and many in that world Chaz is a perfectly reasonable fellow. This bout of playful force teasing would be akin to one couple forcing the other to play a game they don't like or do a small trivial task they aren't very fond of, but do so anyways because it makes the couple bond.
Life in this universe is just not seen as precious as it does to us (at least for the majority )
So ya he's kind of a psychiatric asshole in the terms of our universe but in his, well he's perfectly reasonable compared to more sadistic characters.
Life in this universe is just not seen as precious as it does to us (at least for the majority )
So ya he's kind of a psychiatric asshole in the terms of our universe but in his, well he's perfectly reasonable compared to more sadistic characters.
I'm not that'd be a good comparison, with Nash anyways, unless you meant what it'd look like to anyone else observing them. Though it seems all the smaller furs would still react in terror. ^^'''
For Nash though, it seems deeper than that. Having been forced into it growing up, feeling guilt and remorse.
“Oh man, not again! Chaaaz, he was just minding his own business. How'd you feel if someone gobble me up like that?” he whined..... “Chaz I'm not going to eat someone just to use them as exercise equipment, that's horrible!” Nash complained..... In a perfect world he'd never eat anyone, but fate had gone to ridiculous lengths to conspire against him. Nash came from a family of hardcore preds, and had spent his entire life being aggressively pressured into vore and belittled for his “weak” opinions. All his early meals had been forced on him in an attempt to correct his outlook.
I will say Chaz is more reasonable than some of the other characters, not taking pleasure in torturing them, but the result they have on his BF. Although the line about Chaz saying "He loved the meerkat's persistent, pathetic attempt to escape his grasp, which never gave." Might hint at him enjoying being a bully to those smaller/weaker than him.
For Nash though, it seems deeper than that. Having been forced into it growing up, feeling guilt and remorse.
“Oh man, not again! Chaaaz, he was just minding his own business. How'd you feel if someone gobble me up like that?” he whined..... “Chaz I'm not going to eat someone just to use them as exercise equipment, that's horrible!” Nash complained..... In a perfect world he'd never eat anyone, but fate had gone to ridiculous lengths to conspire against him. Nash came from a family of hardcore preds, and had spent his entire life being aggressively pressured into vore and belittled for his “weak” opinions. All his early meals had been forced on him in an attempt to correct his outlook.
I will say Chaz is more reasonable than some of the other characters, not taking pleasure in torturing them, but the result they have on his BF. Although the line about Chaz saying "He loved the meerkat's persistent, pathetic attempt to escape his grasp, which never gave." Might hint at him enjoying being a bully to those smaller/weaker than him.
Yeah I'm working on how to best balance their relationship. A core aspect is supposed to be Chaz prodding Nash into doing things he's not comfortable with, though it shouldn't be anything that would cause Nash long-term distress (I'm thinking playful things, like getting him to eat more than he should, taking him to clubs, forcing him to be adventurous). Having Chaz feed Nash other furs is a bit more difficult to add to the mix, and I want to make sure Nash comes across as more annoyed than horrified in the future. I was worried I might characterize him as a little too close to Eli or Adam's ideology, when he should probably be expressing a bit more apathy about vore itself (In that he prefers avoiding it but doesn't care so much when Chaz or a friend scarf someone down casually). Admittedly they're a hard pair for the setting because they were created with the non-fatal alternate reality in mind, but hey, character challenges are fun :).
Nash doesn't seem horrified, just empathetic and remorseful to the furs who are around him when Chaz decides to be mischievous. Though I would think Chaz knowing (assuming he does anyways) about Nash's upbringing, being forced to kill by his own family in order to "change" his views, and threatened by his siblings that they'd eat him themselves if he didn't eat other furs, that he would be more understanding and caring about how killing others for little to no reason bothers him. Though I think if Chaz's angle is the same as Nash's family, perhaps he should target just down right nasty people for Nash to eat. Like a predator who was known to kill kids or something, Nash might feel good about eating someone like that. Or on the other hand, if Chaz begins to put it on Nash TOO often, Nash might feel like it was like living with his family all over again.
I feel in general Chaz probably doesn't pop a random fur in Nash too often (and I'll mark this meal choice down as being more callous than usual), so that's a characterization I'll need to be good about sticking with. I'm thinking Chaz likes playing Nash's knight in shining armor a lot, and has a history of eating threats to him, like a handful of relatives and the occasional pred who doesn't realize the shy croc has backup.
Oooh, I gotcha. Marking this as being a more callous kill eases the blow a little, knowing he's not quite so cruel in his antics.
Him being Nash's "knight in shining armor" also helps with his image, showing that he really does care, even if he has a bizarre way of showing it sometimes.
Him being Nash's "knight in shining armor" also helps with his image, showing that he really does care, even if he has a bizarre way of showing it sometimes.
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