Turns out it's borb weekend! So  Schwarz is another crow friend I've been wanting to write something for, especially because he shares my love of inflation mixed with vore. So enjoy this silly voreflations story! On a side note I may write a second version later that removes the vore entirely and goes with an inflation/popping route, just for fun :3.

Raf's grumpy morning gets a lot worse once Schwarz convinces him to drink a very suspicious soda...

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Empty Calories
By: IndigoRho

The rain was gone and the sun was shining, and everyone in the park that morning was enjoying the return of Spring weather. Well, almost everyone. A considerably obese hyena was waddling through the park on his way to work, a scowl on his face as wide as his belly. Raf wasn't fond of the unexpected crowds for a fair number of reasons. For one, he was admittedly slightly bitter so many seemed to have the day off while he was stuck working a double shift. He also didn't like having to dodge the occasional poorly thrown frisbee or unobservant bike rider. Worst of all, though, were all the extra witnesses to his inability to diet.

Raf hated his bulk with a passion, but his constant grazing and tendency to unconsciously glut had conspired to keep him fat. The buttons on his white button-up shirt were obviously straining, to the point that he could feel them threatening to pop off every time his gut swayed. He swore the shirt had fit well-enough the week before. Of course, he'd thought the same of the plaid shirt over it, which was now so small he'd been forced to keep it unbuttoned entirely. At least his shorts were still comfortable, even if it was a bit concerning he no longer required a belt to keep them up. The grumpy hyena tried his best to shrug off the weight frustration, vowing to buy some new clothes later that wouldn't shrink so badly in the wash like the current ones obviously had.

As Raf arrived at the park's central, fountain-dominated plaza he kept to the edge, hoping to avoid as many people as possible. Unfortunately, his path would take him right past a plump crow who seemed to be offering soda samples to anyone who'd listen. Pushy salesmen were another of Raf's many pet peeves.

The crow saw Raf waddling his direction right away, the hyena being incredibly hard to miss. He took one solid look at Raf's massive, jiggling gut and knew he'd found the perfect target.

“Morning sir! Would you like to try some Featherweight Zero soda?” The crow asked with a smile, innocently blocking Raf's way forward. “It's a local brew, has a taste as great as any of the national brands on the market, but with no calories what-so-ever!”

“No thanks, I'm fine.” Raf tried to brush the crow off and continue on, but the salesman easily kept pace with him.

“I guarantee you'll like it sir, and it's free!” The crow persisted. “Plus every bottle drunk puts food on my table.”

Raf knew he couldn't escape the pushy crow, and relented just to quiet him. “Alright, alright, I'll try one.”

The crow's smile was a tad bit more sinister than it should have been, not that Raf noticed. “Thank you sir, I know you won't regret it.” He handed Raf a full bottle of clear soda. “Name's Schwarz, by the way.”

Raf simply snatched the bottle and opened it right away, taking a swig then and there to placate the crow. The soda was far tastier than he'd expected, and rather bubbly. Without thinking, Raf chugged the rest of the bottle, letting out a small, embarrassing belch afterward that made him blush.

“Enjoyed it?” Schwarz asked.

“It was alright.” Raf wasn't eager to admit the crow had been right about the taste, lest he end up convinced to buy a crate of the stuff. “Good—urrrp—luck...”

Raf grimaced. His voice had suddenly gone up a pitch after the last burp, which only
made him blush harder.

“What the—urrrrrrrp—heck!” Raf's voice was horribly squeaky now, and he felt his shirt grow tighter.

The confused hyena looked down just in time to see two buttons fly off his shirt as his belly gradually expanded outwards. Another, high-pitched belch erupted from Raf's mouth, causing his belly to swell abruptly and destroying two more buttons. His gut poured out, though it was bouncing more than jiggling now. Raf's expansion hadn't gone unnoticed, much to his horror. Passersby had been drawn to his loud belches and change in voice, and quite a few nearby were now staring at the already massive hyena's growing belly. The unwanted attention made Raf freeze up and blush even more, while his middle continued to grow out of control, the button of his khaki shorts on the verge of being torn off.

“What—urrrp—was in that—urp—soda you gave me!” Raf growled, though his squeakiness destroyed any attempt at intimidation.

Schwarz grinned at the inflating hyena. “I can't be giving away the secret recipe now, can I? Though I will say there's a teensy chance of there being helium in it.”

“H-helium—urp?” Raf's anger was drifting into concern. His belly was becoming unwieldy, and he doubted he'd be able to even waddle away at this point, at least not without stumbling to the ground after a couple steps.

“Yep, helium that gets released the more you move and burp!” Schwarz grabbed the sides of Raf's gut with his talons and gave it a good shake, delighted to hear sloshing and bubbling echoing from within.

Raf unleashed a belch far louder than any before, his belly ballooning out so rapidly it nearly knocked Schwarz over. For a moment Raf was convinced he'd lost his footing, only to realize the truth was far worse: he was beginning to float. He yelped in terror and flailed about, drawing even more attention to himself. Being turned into a blimp was horrible enough, but having an audience was devastating, especially one he knew was actively recording his plight.

While just a few feet off the ground Raf felt someone grab his ankles to halt his ascent. At first he was thankful, until he recognized the talons gripping him.

“Remember how I said every bottle puts a meal on my table?” Schwarz asked the bloated hyena. “This is what I meant!”

Raf's eyes bulged wide as he felt his footpaws suddenly engulfed by a warm, saliva-filled maw. He frantically wiggled and squirmed, but there was little the weightless, still-expanding hyena could do to avoid becoming a blimped up feast for the crow. The crowd backed away slightly now that someone was being eaten, though none tried to intervene. After all, whether he popped or was digested, the unfortunate hyena would still re-form inevitably, so why not enjoy the show?

Schwarz happily gulped down the thick legs of his lighter-than-air snack, overjoyed at his luck. He'd woken that morning with an overwhelming urge to eat something excessively filling, yet not excessively heavy. A few bottles of his trusty prank helium soda were still in the back of the fridge just begging to be used, so the crow had trekked over to the park to find a suitable meal. Raf had been the perfect victim. His considerable flab would ensure he'd both taste delicious and remain soft and pillowy even after being inflated. Schwarz had worried the hyena's bulk would be too much for the soda to handle, but was delighted to be proven wrong. Of course, he still needed to gobble up the bloated treat before he grew too big to be swallowed.

Raf's footpaws pushed into the crow's stomach just as his legs were completely engulfed. He cringed as he felt Schwarz's beak slowly stretch around his ridiculously round belly, annoyed that his girth wasn't even useful as a roadblock to preds. The hyena was still belching and expanding, his arms and face visibly puffing up along with his middle now, his shirts tearing apart at the seams and falling to ground in shreds. Schwarz could feel his meal swelling within his beak, and let out a muffled caw of joy. Most of the spectators couldn't believe the crow was managing to consume such a massive prey, and a few began cheering him on while even more brought out their phones to record the event, the mood shifting from unease to awe.

With every gulp Schwarz's own modest belly bulged and ballooned outwards, the imprints of struggling hyena paws barely visible. He was no stranger to inflation—or vore for that matter—and knew his stomach could easily accommodate even a fully inflated meal. The helium made Raf surprisingly easy to swallow, as Schwarz didn't have to worry about toppling over from the hyena's weight; he actually felt like he was eating someone half his size. As more of Raf's belly slipped into the crow's maw, Schwarz's inched closer to the ground, growing wider and wider. Raf's ill-planned swats at Schwarz's face only made it easier for the crow to snatch up his meal's paws and guide them down his throat, removing one last token of resistance. Growl's and grumbles awaited Schwarz as he swallowed the rest of Raf's belly and chest and reached his head, the hyena having quickly learned that his curses sounded terribly embarrassing due to the helium.

Schwarz grinned around his meal and carefully rolled onto his enormous, hyena-filled gut, forcing one last, long belch from Raf. The crow's middle expanded dramatically as Raf swelled, and Schwarz took a final gulp before closing his beak around his breakfast's head. His belly wobbled and stretched as his prey was completely forced into his cramped stomach, creaking ever-so-slightly but not enough to be of any concern. Raf had been eaten many times before—much to his annoyance—but never while inflated. Rearranging himself within the voracious crow was close to impossible, made worse by the persisting belches which caused him to bloat a little bit more here and there. Instead he settled on fuming and squirming, hoping to at least give the pred an upset stomach.

Meanwhile, Schwarz was in bliss. His belly was delightfully round, and every rebellious struggle from Raf only enhanced the meal. As expected, Schwarz himself was just fat enough to stay grounded despite the living blimp he'd gorged on, though he wondered if he was still light enough to be carried home if he called up some friends. Otherwise he'd have to sleep off breakfast till he was mobile again, which could easily take hours, or even the rest of the day. A gentle burp interrupted his train of thought, causing his stomach to tighten around Raf and forcing the hyena to belch in turn, expanding again. Schwarz chuckled at the sensation. With how successful the morning had been, he wondered if he should make it a weekly treat...