Hah,  victorthemaker thought he could get away by stealing /my/ rations? I don't think so! Let's see you hunt monsters like THIS!

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This might come as a surprise, but one of my favorite hobbies is hunting. There’s nothing like the wind blowing through my hair as I charge a massive beast or the adrenal rush of narrowly dodging its rebuttal. You’d think a figure like mine would be a hindrance to something that needs such grace and strength, but I manage to pull it off somehow and enjoy it. The only downside to rolling around and swinging swords all day is how hungry it makes me. Thankfully, there’s no shortage of food out in the field. The hunter’s tavern never fails to fill my belly before a mission, and the guild helpfully provides rations to keep my energy after we get there. I always pack a few spare steaks of my own in case that’s not enough (it never is), and I’ve recently learned that most of the smaller monsters can easily fill the gaps of my meals. On top of that, they squirm delightfully on the way down~

I’ve also discovered that hunting with friends is even better than going by yourself. There’s the fun of being around enjoyable people and all that, but there’s also the little detail that the guild provides more for parties. Four times the hunters means four times the rations, along with everything else. Now, I know what you’re thinking. “Victor, you’re a terrible and greedy fox for stealing your friends’ food. Shame on you.” You’re terrible for jumping to conclusions, and I don’t know why I’m still talking to you. I don’t steal their food, I just claim it before they have a chance to. They run off without grabbing anything most of the time anyway, I guess because they’re full from the tavern or something. Regardless, they leave it there, and I’m not willing to let supplies be wasted. Still, I don’t want them to catch on and get any ideas, so I scarf all their shares down before I catch up with them.

I’m starting to think they suspect something, but I don’t know for sure and I don’t want to stop. They almost always want to go on “one more hunt” before we break for the day, even though they said the same thing before the last three. There’s been a lot more food in the supply box too, but I don’t know how much they had to do with that. In any case it’s resulted in a lot more snacking, which is good because I seem to need more and more energy to keep up with them. Lately I haven’t even been able to get there before they’ve finished. I’m always finding them just as they’re catching the monster, but they haven’t complained about me taking my share of the reward, so I guess they don’t mind? I don’t know. Something seems off, but I might just be paranoid.

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I figured out why they were acting strange, but not in time to do anything about it. We did everything normally at first, ate at the tavern, got some drinks, then set out, but the supply box was overflowing with food when we arrived. There was more than just the normal stuff there too. Thick rathalos steaks, giant zamtrios fillets, and every other juicy meat under the sun filled that container, and I wanted every bit of it for myself. I had to keep myself from drooling while I waited for the others to leave, but keeping the edges of my mouth dry got harder and harder as they lingered. I could tell they were giving me looks from the corners of their eyes, but they always turned away as I faced them. I noticed Jenny nod to the others in what was apparently a signal, because they approached and closed in around me after it. They said something about being sorry for not realizing how much I needed to eat, but I don’t remember the exact wording. Everything happened so quickly, and someone pushed me onto my back before I knew what was going on.

The fall stunned me before I could get away, and Jenny sat down on my chest before I recovered. My armor groaned under her weight as she settled in above me, and the rest of the party held my arms down at her gesture. I almost got to ask them what they were doing, but the instant I opened my muzzle, she crammed the most succulent meat I’ve ever tasted between my lips. She pressed a flavor-saturated palm to my mouth so I couldn’t spit it out, but the thought never crossed my mind. I was torn between trying to savor the steak and clear my mouth for the next one, but she quickly made the choice for me. Her free trotter deftly snuck under my chins and gently rubbed my throat, making it impossible to not swallow the whole slab of meat. The sword-wielding pig squeaked with delight when the morsel bulged my neck and disappeared behind my chest, and she wasted no time replacing it with the next one.

I can’t remember how long it took her to get through the entire box, but I know at some point the others left to make sure our mission got finished in time. They might have even gotten back before she was done, now that I think about it. In any case, Jenny made sure she got every scrap of food into my belly whether I liked it or not, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy most of the feeding. I got a little worried towards the end though, because I could feel that I was reaching my limit. My stomach was taught, round, and big enough to have pushed her off me, and my hide felt a thinner in some places. I couldn’t form the words to ask her to stop, so I was entirely at her mercy. If her expression was anything to go by though, she definitely knew. Jenny kept going regardless of the slow-burning pain in my middle, only stopping when she had nothing left to shove down my throat.

I was far too full to think by that point, and my stomach was the fullest it had ever been. The colossal meal weighed heavily on my lungs, making the simple act of breathing a herculean task The tatters of my armor jingled under her foot as Jenny walked a slow circle around me, probably admiring her handiwork and grinning at how fat she’d made me. She muttered something about learning my lesson as she patted my groaning belly, but a burst of sensory overload made me miss it. Her touch sent stars across my distorting vision, and once that cleared, I fell into the grips of a much-needed food coma. I fought to stay awake as long as I could, but everything faded to black when she pressed her palms to my middle and started rubbing.

I have no idea how long I was out, but the sun was on the other side of the sky when I came too, and the tightness in my middle had mostly subsided. I realized that all those calories hadn’t vanished when I tried to move, however. I thought it was just grogginess at first, but a quick glance confirmed I was every bit as heavy as I felt. My belly spilled past my legs and flattened a wide swath of grass, and I couldn’t even begin to stand myself up. Every attempt to get my feet under me just rippled the sea of flab I had become, and I couldn’t lean far enough to the side to use my hands. I started to reach for my sword to use it as a cane, but a commotion in the distance caught my attention before I could. It was the unmistakable sound of hunting a large monster, and it slowly drew closer as I zeroed in on it. I scrambled to either move or defend myself so I wouldn’t get picked apart by a hungry beast, but a touch to my shoulder stopped me cold. I couldn’t turn my head to see who it was, but I didn’t need to once she started talking.

“And I thought you had trouble pulling your weight before,” Jenny teased. “You’re definitely too fat to hunt now, but I think we can still get some use out of you.”

She grabbed my plumped cheeks and turned my muzzle to the sound of the distant fighting.

“We had to throw out our traps to make room for your food, so you’ll be filling that role this time.”

I wasn’t sure what she meant at first, but I figured it out when she worked her fingers between my jaws and pried them open.

“Open wide darling,” she purred. “If we can’t use you as a trap, we’ll be using you as bait instead.”

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Story by  victorthemaker

Art by me <3