Had a bit of an unexpected break, but here's a little vore story involving delivery guys! Went through a lot of plot changes for something so short, and includes the return of Sam (who hasn't been seen since Adam snacked on him in Columbia State).

Sam begrudgingly fulfills one his less favorable duties as a pizza delivery guy.

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The ticking of the old wall-clock's second hand drowned out the few other noises in the break room at Mezziano's, at least in Sam's mind. The obese lion—a delivery guy for the popular pizza joint—was entranced by the clock, trying to will it to move faster. All he wanted to do was pass the last half-an-hour of his shift in relative peace, then go home and relax, maybe even take a nice bath. Sam was thankful for how quiet his day had been so far, filled with simple deliveries and decent tips. His blank stare and silence brought a smile to the face of the dingo/impala hybrid sitting across from him. Emery was one of Sam's best friends, and a fellow delivery guy. While fairly overweight himself, Emery was still a good deal lighter than the blubbery lion, though the gap between them had shrunken more and more in recent months.

Emery grinned. “You've got a TV you could watch and wonderful old me to talk with, but instead you're staring lovingly at the clock.”

“Huh?” Sam asked, having not registered a single word his friend had said.

“Never mind,” Emery said, laughing. “You that worried about being called out before shift's done?”

Sam shifted in his chair, causing the legs to screech a bit on the floor as it creaked under his hefty body. “Well yeah. Wouldn't you rather enjoy the night at home, too?”

“I don't know, the bonus pay is always nice,” Emery shrugged.

Before Sam could voice his disagreement, the door to the break room swung open and their manager—a groundhog named Frank—stepped in. “Alright, special order came in, it's a 3XL so you're up Sam!”

Sam's eyes darted between the clock and his boss, the lion sulking in defeat as he begrudgingly lifted himself from the strained plastic chair and prepared to fulfill his duties. Rather than appear relieved, Emery seemed rather disappointed. “There weren't any special requests, were there?” Sam asked.

“Nope, nothing. The order just called for three large pizzas, three two-liters, and a bare 3XL,” Frank answered. “Order's under the name West. Emery, you do the driving.”

Sam and Emery left the room, grabbing the trio of waiting pizzas and waddling to the remaining delivery car as quickly as they could to avoid the cold. When they finally settled in and buckled up, Sam let out an exasperated sigh, practically glaring at the warm pizza box satchel on his lap. “Great, pizzas, soda, and me. I'm probably gonna be the first place prize for a beer pong tournament again!” the lion fumed.

Emery entered the address into his GPS and pulled out of the parking lot. “Honestly I don't know why you're complaining. Parties are some of the best deliveries. Customers drunk enough to tip really well, and usually they give ya free drinks while you wait. Hell, one time they literally just pampered and stuffed me before feeding me to the birthday boy!”

“Well usually I'm just poked by drunk frat guys and end up in a stomach that's pretty much a lake of mixed booze,” Sam grumbled. “Not to mention how often I get ordered to my brother's boyfriend's frat house. They're always doing weird stuff over there.”

“Hey man, you can't really whine about it when you volunteered to be on the menu. I know how much you love that paycheck, and the fatter you are the fatter it gets!” Emery gave the lion a few playful jabs in the belly with a paw, to Sam's dismay.

“I didn't realize how often I'd get ordered, though! Frank needs to hire another 3XL, I'm in danger of becoming a weekly habit for some of our regulars!” Sam said.

Emery laughed. “If it makes ya feel better, I'm trying to gain weight so I can upgrade myself up from 2XL tier. Could use the extra spending money.”

“Sometimes it barely feels worth it. Hopefully you plump up fast.” Sam snuck a glance at his friend's gut. Emery had put on a little weight recently.

“You and me both! Problem is I have to make sure I stay at that higher weight as often as possible so I start naturally re-forming fatter. I bet ordering you every time I pop back up could solve that,” Emery teased.

Sam merely groaned in response. The remainder of the trip was short and uneventful, and Sam spent most of it going off on a tangent about his brother Rico's tendency to use him as an emergency “gift” any time he forgot an important anniversary. Emery was used to the complaint—having heard it in all it's varied forms for months—and simply nodded and agreed with his friend's arguments with amusement. He knew the lion just needed to vent a little before he became someone's dinner. When they finally arrived at their destination, Sam almost had to be coaxed out of the car, sulking as he was escorted to the front door. The house was a bit too quiet to be hosting a party, though the true reason for the large order revealed itself the moment the door opened.

A massive tan and white goat greeted the pair of delivery guys with a grin almost as wide as his middle. Even fatter than Sam, the goat's bulbous belly was poking out from under his tight tank-top, while his gym shorts were digging into his waist. Sam had come across this kind of customer before; an oversized glutton who could probably down a feast meant for an entire family and still want more. Months ago Sam had been ordered by a pair of hefty fox twins, an hours long ordeal that ended with him sharing the cramped stomach of the “thinner” one with two other delivery guys from a local Chinese food place. The mere thought of a potential repeat made him shudder, and a frat party suddenly seemed desirable to him right about now.

Emery eventually broke the silence. “Um, I've got an order for a Niall West?”

The goat nodded and eagerly accepted a copy of the receipt to sign. “So glad there was a coupon deal for the 3XL party package, was planning on the 2XL originally! Though now that I've seen both options side-by-side, I might have to perma-switch to 3XLs.”

Sam and Emery both frowned, for entirely different reasons. Somehow even more frustrated than before, Sam waddled into the house as Niall finished signing the receipt—and leaving a generous tip that made Emery jealous. He was directed to leave the pizzas and two-liters on a nearby coffee table, and began the embarrassing process of stripping off his work uniform in order to fulfill his customer's “bare” request. The lion blushed as he was forced to expose his blubbery belly to both his friend and a complete stranger, knowing his middle was jiggling constantly as he struggled to pull the shirt over his head. Staring at the floor in shame, he fortunately failed to notice Niall's eyes following every shift and wobble in his gut—no matter how small—and the increasingly frequent licking of his lips.

Soon reduced to nothing but his underwear, Sam handed his uniform over to Emery, who would make sure it found its way to his locker back at work. Emery walked towards the front door, nodding to Niall along the way. “Thank you for choosing Mezziano's, and have a good night! See you in a day or two Sam!”

The door closed behind Emery as he strolled away, his mind now filled with the desire to snag a live meal of his own and fatten up quick. He couldn't believe that a coupon deal of all things had denied him a potential pay bonus. Customers rarely ordered a 2XL off the menu, and Emery was one of three employees who fit the requirement, reducing his chances even further. Less than forty pounds stood between him and the extra financial comfort of 3XL status. Not only would he be ordered more regularly if he were that size, but Sam would undoubtedly pass up the option to go himself as often as he could. Maybe he should start eating Sam from time to time.

Emery had just reached the car when his attention was drawn to someone walking down the sidewalk towards him, eyes glued to their phone. The stranger was a goat—similar in color to the customer he had just delivered to—with a sizable belly that jiggled with every step he took. He guessed the goat weighed about as much as he did, though he couldn't be certain at this distance. On any other night Emery wouldn't have given the goat a second glance, but tonight, tonight he was inspired to be hungrier than usual.

Thinking quickly—and hoping the goat was as gluttonous as his assumptive mountain of a relative—Emery purposely readjusted his uniform to expose a good strip of his belly, and casually intercepted his target. “Sir, would you be able to help me? I just finished a delivery, but I managed to lock myself out of my car!”

The goat sighed as he heard the request. “Dude, I don't think...” He stopped mid-sentence as his eyes lifted from his phone and stopped at the round middle of the hybrid in front of him. “Actually, you're in luck, we're right in front of my house and I'm sure I've got something to help you out.”

“Thank you so much!” Emery said with a smile, having noticed the goat's obvious ogling of his gut. “Mr...”

“Collin,” the goat replied. “Just follow me and I'll have your problem fixed in no time.” Collin couldn't believe his luck. He'd been planning on having leftovers for dinner, only to have a delightfully fat meal practically offer himself up! Once the two were in the house he could overpower him and remove his pesky horns, then feast to his heart's content. Some furs were just too easy to trick.

Amazed his plan was working, Emery waited for the goat to take the lead, gripping and winding Sam's discarded shirt in his paws. After a brief moment of hesitation he flipped the shirt over Collin's head, wrapping it around his short horns and covering his eyes in the process. As Collin attempted to pull the unexpected blindfold off his face, Emery slid around to his front and lunged—mouth wide open—swallowing both the goat's muzzle and hooves in one loud gulp. The hybrid swallowed as fast as he could, far more interested in the pounds his prey would add than his taste. He honestly didn't care much for other furs, food-wise.

Collin bleated in distress as he felt himself slipping further into his attacker's throat, saliva soaking into his fur and clothes. With his arms practically pinned to his head, Collin's struggles amounted to little more than squirming uselessly and weakly attempting to kick at the hybrid eating him. The realization that he'd been deceived by a pizza delivery guy of all people was quickly dawning on him, too. He'd been gorging on them since he was in high school, having always joked with his brothers that they were practically a part of the food pyramid, and had never considered them to be potential predators. Niall and Jace would tease him for the rest of his life if he was actually eaten by one. However, the desire to escape shame was not strong enough to reverse the goat's predicament. His flabby belly had already passed the hybrid's lips—with barely a tease or lick at all—and he'd been pushed deep into a stomach surprisingly stuffed with the chewed remains of food. Collin wiggled far more aggressively as he was slid into the mush, desperately attempting to avoid being dunked in the stuff.

On the outside, Emery was grinning in pure delight as he felt his belly balloon outward from his hefty meal. He'd always been on the chubby side and plumped up further in college through sheer inactivity, but he'd never necessarily considered himself a lover of fat; Emery was merely apathetic about his weight at times. The hybrid had only truly attempted to gain weight once he learned he could improve his paychecks by becoming fatter. Friends and family had teased him about the decision, but he'd simply responded by joining in on the jokes himself and enjoying the additional spending money. Besides, the extra weight had been manageable so far, and his girlfriend didn't mind, treating his gains with amusement.

Emery gulped harder and harder, practically chugging the goat. His gut swelled and squirmed, pushing away his uniform and sagging lower. Dinner had finally started to yell at him, though Collin's complaints were faint and easily ignored. He began carefully waddling back to his car before he'd even finished swallowing his meal, belly swaying back and forth. A red panda and an arctic fox walking paw-in-paw across the street stopped momentarily as they saw the hybrid lumbering around the side of his car, a pair of legs hanging from his mouth. Emery gave them a friendly wave, chuckling as they inched closer to each other and started walking faster, as if there were even a remote possibility he could wobble over and swallow them both up with such a fat goat already in his gut.

Collin's hooves slipped into Emery's throat just as he wrangled his keys from his pocket, and the goat was finally emptied completely into the stomach right as the door was opened. Emery leaned down to adjust his seat as far back as it would go, his bloated belly almost scraping the pavement as he did so. Squeezing into the car wasn't impossible—after all, every vehicle was designed with vore in mind—just a slight hassle for someone like Emery who wasn't as experienced. With a bit of effort he slid into the front seat, feeling the struggles of his meal even clearer in the cramped confines. He had to push down on the goat bulge to get his seat belt wrapped around his temporarily larger middle, but Emery delighted in the extra pressure it applied. After adjusting himself some more and testing the effects of dinner on his reach, Emery happily turned the key and pulled away, musing about how Sam would respond to his sudden gains upon re-forming. Then again, he had promised to consider eating the lion from time to time, too. The hybrid's grin grew wider as he began to plan the next big meal.

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A short while earlier—back at the house—Niall lumbered over to his delectable main course. He reached out and squeezed the lion's belly with a hoof, smiling with glee as he felt the soft flab practically ooze between his fingers. Sam gritted his teeth but still grimaced, having never truly gotten used to being treated as a meal, a wobbly chunk of meat that would wiggle on the way down and long afterward. Some customers would grope him, some would taunt him, a rare few would actual “prep” him even further, covering him in spices or slathering sauces on him. Hopefully Niall would be gentle.

Niall finally let go of Sam's belly. “Sam, was it? Hate to be a rude host, but stomach's a rumbling and you're already making my mouth water! Hope you enjoy the ride.”

The goat wrapped his arms around Sam, pulling the lion in close for a firm hug. Their soft bellies pushed into each other, and Sam could almost feel Niall's managing to overlap his own. Sam instinctively cringed when Niall opened his mouth wide and slowly engulfed his head, but his experience helped him resist panicking or struggling to free himself, even as his face pushed into the back of the goat's throat. He was, though, surprised when his paws left the floor far earlier than expected, Niall's body shaking around him as he apparently began slowly walking backwards.

As Niall's lips spread over the lion's shoulder's and then chest he blindly bumped into the couch—his intended target—and carefully lowered himself and his meal onto it. He leaned back and continued causally swallowing his dinner whole, enjoying the rare opportunity to savor a live meal that wasn't thrashing or yelling for help. Sure, Sam had a tendency to wiggle slightly anytime Niall went exploring for fresh tastes with his tongue, though it was nothing compared to his usual prey. The struggles could be fun if he was in the mood or didn't particularly like the victim, but sometimes he just wanted to relax and eat nearly his own body weight in delicious meat. Or more...

Sam breathed a shallow sigh of relief as he entered the goat's stomach and found it devoid of much else besides stomach acids. His temporary home was going to smell terribly regardless, but the less there was the better. Liquor always made him feel nauseous, half-digested food was plain messy, and recent prey...well, Sam didn't like to remember the one time that'd happened. He groaned as he was shoved into the pit of the stomach and then gradually pushed up it's fleshy walls with each sloppy swallow Niall made. The goat's immense, blubbery gut weighed down on him like a lead blanket, adding to his long list of inconveniences. Once his legs started entering Niall's mouth Sam felt the goat begin to knead and rub his swelling gut, pushing him around the in the process. The last bit of his consumption dragged on in Sam's mind, and he was thankful to finally feel Niall's mouth close around his footpaws, followed by gulps and the gullet squeezing around them.

A joyful moan escaped Niall as his dinner settled within him. He smirked at the obscene size of his belly, the mass of tan and white rising into the air and pouring over his knees. His friends and family often made fun of his excessive gluttony, not that he cared. For Niall, there was an almost primal glee in knowing each and every flabby layer of his gut had been formed from the consumption of another fur. Well, at least in spirit if not literally, considering how often he himself had re-formed over the years. Unfortunately, his self-admiration was interrupted by a ding from his phone. He glanced at the newest message—apparently from his younger brother Collin—and laughed.

“Bro help! Eaten outside house!”

Niall rested his phone on his rarely twitching belly and started poking away at a reply. “Just ate. On your own.”

Less than a minute passed before the next ding occurred. “Plz! u can eat him if u free me!”

“Tempting. Maybe keep you in when I eat him?” Niall texted, with no intention of leaving his comfy couch.

Ding. “fck u! Eat u when I get back!”

Niall simply shook his head. “Have a good nap, bro. Bet you'll make someone nice and fat!”

The stuffed goat set aside his phone and yawned, a loud belch escaping his lips towards
the end. Chuckling, Niall dug his shoulders into the couch and slowly closed his eyes, content to simply pass out right there rather than bother waddling all the way to his bedroom. Besides, with Collin hilariously predisposed for a long while, there wasn't anyone else in the house gluttonous enough to try snacking on him while he napped in the open. As Niall drifted off a gradual series of small burps shrunk his stomach around Sam. The lion had already curled himself up into a tight ball by then, patiently waiting for the moment he'd lose consciousness and be done with the customer. Hopefully when he re-formed he could just enjoy a nice day off, maybe hang out with Emery or something. After all, he was fairly certain his friend had been joking when he'd mentioned wanting to eat him.

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Inspired to write this after nabbing pizza myself, of course. Went through a lot of changes. Original plan was to have Niall eat Sam, then eat all the ordered food, then eat someone else after they complained about him eating everything. The second victim would have either been Collin, Jace, or Graham (all of whom live in the house). POV would have focused on the inside of the stomach almost completely. Then the idea was to have someone just wander by and make fun of Niall, then get eaten with the same result. Started feeling the extra vore scene wasn't really adding anything, until I considered having Emery eat someone himself (pretty much built his character while writing this). Settled on Collin as the victim there, since I'd had the texting for help scene in before even deciding to show the actual event itself.