holodrom's birthday was a couple days ago, so I couldn't resist writing up a story for him as a gift! Stars his characters Angelus and Holodrom, and involves plenty of inflation and vore.

Angelus comes up with a fun, creative way to rid himself of a troublesome product...

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Corporate Cleanup
By: IndigoRho

The sharp clacking of claws echoed throughout the main floor of the pristine factory, breaking the abnormal, almost uncomfortable silence. On a regular day, the room would be filled with the roar of machinery, loud enough to require ear protection in some areas. Instead, the production line was quiet, as it had been for over a week. The entire staff of the factory—from the lowest line worker to the most senior manager—stood orderly and anxiously in the middle of the room, looking towards three figures on the balcony above. None of the employees had ever seen their boss in person, only in orientation videos and meticulous portraits, and the fact that the CEO of Glacier Technologies had decided to visit their factory was cause for unease.

Angelus Glace, of course, hadn't given his underlings any notice yet. The arctic fox took a moment to adjust his black, teal-streaked hair, before shooting a quick smile at his two assistants. To his left was a blue cheetah—one of the countless interns brought in by the company—who returned a nervous smile, terrified of disappointing his boss in any way. The red and yellow dragon across from him, though, made no effort to disguise his boredom as he continued tapping his claws on the railing.

“So why am I here again?” the dragon asked.

“Well Holo, my revolutionary new soda line has hit a few unexpected snags recently.” Angelus' grin didn't waver. “I still can't believe the FDA made such a fuss about the product. Calling it 'addicting enough to potentially create a nationwide morbid obesity epidemic' was simply outlandish.”

Holo smirked. “Didn't every product tester double in weight during the trial period?”

“A few actually tripled,” Angelus said with noticeable delight, before pulling a bottle of red liquid from his suit pocket. “But my product had nothing to do with those gains, and it certainly isn't as addicting as claimed. Try it for yourself.” He tossed the bottle to Holo.

Holo looked over the gift with annoyance. He wasn't in the mood for soda, especially some Angelus just happened to be carrying around with him. “Yeah, like I have a choice,” he said, spinning the cap off and taking a reluctant sip. At least the stuff tasted good. Fairly good. Delicious, honestly. He gulped some more down.

“See, perfectly normal. Now, a reliable source tells me there is a surprise inspection of the facility scheduled later today, and the FDA may have an issue with some of the ingredients I neglected to mention.” Angelus sighed. “Becuase of that it is very important we tie up some loose ends and write off this endeavor as painlessly as possible.”

Holo was barely paying attention, having started to outright chug the bottle of soda. The incredible taste wasn't just lingering on his tongue, it was pulsing. Any time he tried to pull away the bottle or even think about what he was doing, his thoughts would shift directly to the taste, and the desire for more. No, the need for more. He knew the obsession wasn't right, managing to growl in between gulps, but he couldn't help but drain it to the very last drop. Holo had hoped finishing off the bottle would give him a moment to recover his senses. Instead, his cravings only worsened.

“Real funny Angelus, when do the effects fade!” Holo demanded, his anger causing the intern to cower.

“Well the wonderful thing about Glacier's Bounty is the thirst for it strengthens while in proximity to more of the product. Would have been a best seller at stadiums, theaters, even offices!” Angelus answered with pride. “Just look at the impact it had on the intern, he was half that size before I had the soda included in the break room vending machines. I'm fairly certain he cleared them out by himself quite a few times.”

The cheetah blushed, looking down at his hefty gut that was barely contained by strained dress clothes.

“Alright, how does that explain why I feel like I'll die if I don't chug another bottle in the next couple minutes!” Holo said.

“Again, Holo, the desire is all about proximity. And those storage tanks on the factory floor behind you happen to all be full of Glacier's Bounty: Cherry.” Angelus' grin couldn't have been wider.

Holo glared at the fox, then quickly turned around, his eyes immediately settling on the four absolutely massive storage tanks in the distance. “Son of a...” was all he managed before leaping over the railing and spreading his wings, gliding towards his prize. The gathered employees watched the dragon pass above them with confusion and a tinge of fear, most thankful he didn't land right besides them. Pipes were normally used to bring fresh soda to and from the tanks, but each also had a nozzle and thick hose attached. Holo could actually sense the immense volume of soda trapped in the tank in front of him, and with barely a second thought, the dragon swallowed a decent length of the hose and spun the nozzle to full blast.

A torrent of bubbling, cherry-flavored soda rushed down Holo's throat and into his stomach with enough force to stagger him, if only for a moment. His normally flat, yellow-scaled belly quickly bulged out from the sudden influx of soda, rapidly swelling with each passing second. The cravings weren't dwindling. Holo's shadow shifted and warped, two tendrils stretching away from the primary mass towards the second closest tank. One tendril coiled around the tank's hose and dragged it back, lifting it into the air and expertly guiding it right into Holo's snout to join the first. The other tendril wrapped around the tank's nozzle and spun it clear off, unleashing a second stream of soda into the dragon.

Holo's gut was ballooning outwards at a comical pace. He briefly held his bloating middle, feeling it grow heavier and larger, swelling around his claws. The expanding ball of yellow sagged towards the floor, and Holo managed to remain standing for quite some time before slowly lowering himself until he was resting atop his own belly. Despite the ridiculous amount of soda cascading into his body, he was still overwhelmed by an almost primal need to consume every last drop nearby, even if he ended up filling the entire factory in the process.

Angelus watched with delight from the balcony above, satisfied with the progress of phase one of his plan. Holo was greedily draining away the tanks full of potentially incriminating evidence—just as efficiently as he'd expected—and expanding wonderfully. Phase two would begin momentarily, and Angelus was eager to see exactly how it'd pan out. Right on schedule, a series of harsh cracking noises drew everyone's attention to the ceiling. A large intake pipe—coincidentally located directly above the gathered factory workers—suddenly burst in multiple spots, dousing everyone below in a thick drizzle of cherry soda. The employees shouted and gasped in surprise as they scurried out of the downpour, though none were able to completely avoid it. The confusion conveniently drew their collective attention away from Holo.

A rabbit at the edge of the crowd fidgeted as he felt the sticky soda soaking into his fur and uniform, knowing there was no use in trying to shake it off. He was oblivious to the shadowy tendril creeping up behind him, until the moment it wrapped around his leg and pulled. The rest of the workers turned once the rabbit's screams pierced the air, all watching in horror as their colleague was roughly dragged across the floor towards the still expanding dragon, who was now laying high atop his massive belly. The shadow tendril coiled further around the rabbit and lifted him off the ground, angling him at Holo's wide open maw. With little care, the unfortunate rabbit was shoved into Holo's mouth, right between the two hoses. His cries for help were muffled and the shadows bound him tightly, preventing anything but some token flailing as he was pushed and swallowed with ease. A greedy final gulp sent the rabbit sliding towards his doom.

The room turned to chaos. Furs scattered in all directions, attempting to put as much space in between them and the ravenous dragon as they could. While the intern looked on in horror, Angelus chuckled with glee, amused by the staff's futile attempts to flee or hide. He'd ensured every exit was locked and barred long before Holo ever tasted the soda. Holo's shadow gave up all pretenses of subtlety and came alive, spreading and stretching and racing all over. Three more employees were snatched and pulled into the dragon's maw, forced down his throat one after another to join their coworker in the dark cherry pool of Holo's stomach. Their struggles were only barely visible in Holo's belly, which was still rapidly swelling from the contents of two storage tanks.

Holo growled. Despite having two hoses down his throat and his shadow collecting the new soda-coated snacks, he still wasn't consuming the stuff fast enough to satisfy his cravings. Eating the employees and drinking the rest of he soda would take too much time, he needed a way to speed things up. He went with the first solution that managed to sneak past his obsessive desires. Large swathes of Holo's shadow ventured towards the two untouched storage tanks and tore the tops right off them, tossing the jagged metal aside recklessly and exposing their repositories of soda. Meanwhile, the shadows of the frantic employees all suddenly turned against them. More screams echoed throughout the room as the various furs found themselves bound by any shadow that happened to be nearby. They were dragged from hiding spots and pulled from doors that hadn't budged, the vast majority drawn not towards Holo, but the two ripped open tanks.

As Holo swallowed a particularly fat lizard he directed his shadows to merge and form a dark tube leading from the floor to the storage tanks. One-by-one his future prey were pulled along the shadow tubes and dropped into the tanks, where each would inevitably swallow a mouthful of soda and be overcome by the same cravings he suffered. The yells eventually subsided, replaced by endless gulping. By now Holo's middle was far larger than he was tall, a wobbling mound rapidly spreading across the cold floor of the factory, swelling into the machinery itself. As he continued to grow, his cravings slowly waned, the soda stockpile dwindling as it drained both into Holo and the trapped, bloating employees.

Angelus was overjoyed. The carbonation of the soda filling Holo was finally kicking in, and the dragon began swelling even faster as the gasses built up within him. Holo's yellow hide expanded in all directions, creaking and fizzling, well on it's way to pressing into the walls below the balcony. There was still plenty of room for him to grow, of course, which bode well for the CEO's plan; he needed the building to remain intact, at least for now. While the vast majority of Angelus' attention was directed towards the blimp of a dragon he'd indirectly created, he also kept a close eye on the twin tanks he knew were likely packed with his bloated, soon-to-be-former employees. He had expected Holo to simply gorge on the factory staff outright once the “accident” with the pipe occurred, but filling them with the soda beforehand was a delightful surprise. The intern seemed far less enthusiastic about the events unfolding around him, cowering by the railing in fear.

“Holo's wonderfully efficient at stuffing himself, isn't he?” Angelus said.

The intern cringed, poorly attempting to maintain a straight face at the very least. “Y-y-yes sir. B-but, isn't this a bit, excessive? I mean, the...the employees...”

“Rather unfortunate, but their contracts clearly stated the risks involved with the job, and this will help clean up some irritating loose ends,” Angelus said, rather bluntly. “Besides, trying to get between Holo and a meal is a good way to become part of his meal.”

The intern merely nodded his head, not wanting to disagree any more with his boss.

Back on the factory floor, the first two storage tanks were finally drained. Holo spat the
hoses from his mouth and let out a thunderous belch that rattled the machinery and managed to actually shrink his bloated mass of a belly, albeit only slightly. He could see Angelus looking down on him with a grin, and glared back at him. While most of his free will had returned to him, the soda-soaked furs still weighed on his thoughts, along with the lingering urge to consume. Once he ate them, the addiction should subside. His shadow shifted again, forming twin dark tubes from the opened storage tanks right into his mouth. Regardless of the circumstances, Holo was prepared to enjoy his coming feast.

The moans from within the tanks turned once more into cries of despair, as the first two employees were sucked up by the shadow tubes and sent towards their awaiting doom. They were completely soaked in soda, each sporting horrendously swollen guts that had torn away their uniforms, sloshing about as they made their journey. More quickly followed. A steady stream of stuffed furs rose from the tanks and drifted through the shadows, none coherent enough to do anything besides twitch or belch, a few even already unconscious from their confinement. Holo's snout stretched expertly around the first arrival, a massive wolf who was swallowed paws first, whimpering the entire time he was gulped down. An even fatter deer was next, followed by a lion, then a bear, and so on. An hour ago the only thing they'd truly had in common were their status as employees of Glacier Technologies. Soon enough they'd also have the distinction of all being fresh layers of dragon fat.

Holo's middle grew with each fur swallowed, their bulges barely managing to distort the dragon's immensely stretched gut. The gas within Holo built up more as the lake of soda in his stomach was disturbed by splashing meals, his belly enveloping the now empty tanks and pushing against walls. When the last employee slipped into Holo's throat, the room finally quieted again, aside from the ominous, muffled cacophony echoing from the dragon's stomach. Despite apparently having consumed every last drop of soda in the factory, a tiny craving lingered in Holo's mind, much to his frustration.

Angelus glanced over the railing, smiling as he noticed the mass of yellow directly below. He carefully walked over to the intern, until he was right behind him, pulling a second bottle of soda from his suit pocket and removing it's cap. As the intern stared at the mass that was Holo with sheer dread, Angelus happily poured the entire contents of the soda bottle over the cheetah's head. The intern twitched and chirped in surprise, turning to face his boss just in time to watch Angelus shove him over the railing. He yelped in terror as he tumbled towards the ground, landing hard face-first on Holo's distended belly.

The intern moaned, stunned from the impact. Holo, though, immediately sensed the last bit of obnoxious soda coating the cheetah, and went into action. The shadow of the intern enveloped his legs and began dragging him up the slope of Holo's gut and towards his awaiting maw. Slowly realizing what was happening, the intern panicked. “No, no! Please Mr. Glace, help me!” he yelled, desperately trying to grip the scaled blob beneath him and stop his movement.

“As I said before, I can't have any loose ends. All part of running a wildly successful business!” Angelus shouted back.

The intern could practically feel Holo's breath on his paws. “I swear I won't say anything, I don't want to die!”

“Of course you won't say anything, dragon fat can't talk!” Angelus laughed.

“No no no no NO NO mmmphh,” the intern's pleas were ended as Holo's jaws closed over his head, sending the cheetah to his cavernous churning stomach.

Holo burped, the cravings finally gone. He turned his head up towards Angelus. “Was this really the best way to deal with this problem?”

“No, but it was definitely the funnest. For me at least,” Angelus said. “Though you seemed to enjoy the first course of the feast I so graciously provided you.”

“Wait, what do you mean by 'first course',” Holo asked.

“Oh, you don't remember? Glacier's Bounty had five factories dedicated to it's production and bottling,” Angelus said. “This wasn't even the largest, merely the most centrally located.”

Holo's eyes went wide. “Oh no, you'd better not be planning what I think you're planning!”

“The tanker trucks with the rest of the soda stockpile should be arriving shortly. Along with the staff of the other factories. And the all of the product-testers.” Angelus revealed a toothy grin.

Before Holo could complain or curse, the craving returned, gradually at first but growing stronger than ever before. The first tankers were approaching, he could sense them clearly, and his mouth watered at the thought of consuming them whole.