Well  PrintedOnSmile dared to tweet about being massive and eating people so of course I had to write a story about just that! >:3

Indi delivers a tower of pizzas to the gluttonous Ceejay without realizing he's on the menu...

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Ceejay's Order
By: IndigoRho

Indi grumbled under his breath as he slowly approached the front door of the address he'd been given, trying his best not to drop the ridiculous tower of pizzas he'd been stuck with. The hefty midnight-blue cheetah had been seconds away from clocking out for the day when his manager had forced the massive delivery on him, despite the fact there'd been other drivers available. He assumed it was thrust on him because everyone doubted an obvious party order would tip well, but arguing with his manager just wouldn't have been worth it. Now he was starting to regret the decision.

With his paws occupied Indi resorted to kicking the door rather than knocking, too frustrated to care about proper procedure. He did find it odd there wasn't any loud music or conversations coming from the other side. Perhaps the party hadn't started yet.

Indi could feel the customer approaching before the door even opened, the floor vibrating and door rattling with every step. His eyes still widened in surprise upon seeing who had ordered so much pizza. Standing before Indi was the heaviest cat he'd ever laid eyes on. The cat was wider than the doorway and shirtless—not that Indi could imagine many shirts fit him. His whole face was round—from his cheeks to his multiple chins—and a pair of square glasses broke up the curves. Indi was used to being the fattest person in the room, but compared to the customer he felt positively lean.

“Um...dozen pizzas for a Mr. Ceejay?” Indi asked, eyes locked onto the cat's massive belly. He failed to notice Ceejay doing the same.

“Awesome, I'm starving!” Ceejay chuckled, causing his whole middle to jiggle. “Come on in, you can put lunch on the coffee table while I get you an extra-special tip.”

Indi didn't doubt for a second that Ceejay was capable of downing twelve pizzas in a single sitting, and once he cautiously stepped into the apartment his confidence was only bolstered. There were multiple, neatly arranged stacks of empty pizza boxes flanking the entrance, all waiting to be cleared out so more could take their place. A large bin nearby was almost overflowing with emptied two-liters of soda, drained to the last drop. To be honest Indi was rather impressed by the capacity for gluttony it all implied.

While Indi was distracted by the boxes Ceejay quietly gave the cheetah a thorough look over. His gaze darted from the tight uniform to his round bubble butt, with special attention paid to the exposed strip of soft, blue belly peeking out. He couldn't help but lick his lips in anticipation. Soon.

“I bet everyone assumes you taste like a blueberry,” Ceejay said as he stalked Indi into the living room.

“Huh?” Indi replied in confusion. He'd been so focused on the pizzas he was carrying that he hadn't heard what the other feline had said.

“Nothing, nothing. Just a little thought I had that'll be answered soon enough.”

With utmost care Indi lowered the fresh tower of pizzas onto the table, breath a heavy sigh of relief as he was finally freed of the burden. His arms and legs ached, and he wanted nothing more than to take a long rest. Unfortunately he still needed to return to work and then home before that'd be possible.

“Alright sir, enjoy the meal.” Indi wasn't expecting Ceejay to be right behind him when he turned around, and tried not to look too startled.

“Wait, I need to give you the tip first!” Ceejay was grinning wide.

Indi politely nodded back. “Oh, thanks!”

“It's the same tip I give all the lucky pizza boys that come my way,” Ceejay said before abruptly flicking off Indi's cap and pinning his arms to his sides. “A good, long vacation from work and responsibility.”

Indi had only just started wiggling in protest when Ceejay opened his mouth wide and lunged. The now-terrified cheetah's whole world became darkness and warm breath.

Ceejay ravenously gulped down the rest of Indi's head, his lips stretching over the cheetah's broad shoulders just as easily as they would a hotdog or burger. An appetite as powerful as his was rarely sated by regular food—even in vast quantities—but fortunately the local pizza places always seemed to have plenty of plump pizza boys available for “order”.

All of Indi's struggles were for naught, the exhausted cheetah simply unable to overpower his much heftier foe. The further he slipped past Ceejay's lips the weaker his wiggles and squirms became. He was soon doing little more than tickling the hungry cat gorging on him.

As Indi entered Ceejay's stomach the large cat's belly ballooned outward even further, prompting him to purr in delight. He derived considerable pleasure from being huge, and swallowing a meal as large as Indi accomplished that with minimal effort. He moaned and purred and gulped, gobbling up Indi's round belly and butt like they were delicacies. His own immense middle was bouncing wildly, the faint imprints of Indi's paws and head barely visible beneath his thick layers of fat.

Ceejay tilted Indi's flailing legs into the air to let gravity do most of the work for him, delighting in the sensation of his meal sliding down his gullet. As soon as he could shift his paws to his bloated gut he did, teasing the cheetah within while he finished swallowing. Inevitably his jaws closed shut, one last bulge descending his throat as Indi was sealed away completely.

“Damn that was filling!” Ceejay cheerfully said as he rubbed his bulging belly, which was now so large he could barely stand on his own. “The joint really outdid themselves today, didn't know what to expect when I asked the manager to send their fattest driver.”

Indi's response was too muffled for Ceejay to hear, though the sated feline assumed it involved anger over the betrayal.

Ceejay slowly waddled over to the couch and settled into it, his wide form taking up the entire seat from one arm to the other. The couch creaked loudly under the combined weight of Ceejay and his lunch, threatening to crumple but holding up in the end. He was almost disappointed. After all, getting a new couch also meant getting a two course meal of delivery guys. Oh well, the couch wouldn't last forever, and he'd savor the feast whenever it occurred.

For a while Ceejay just relaxed and massaged his belly, enjoying every squirm and creak, and imagining just how huge he'd be the next day. The wonderful aroma of the pizzas couldn't be ignored, though, so he grabbed the topmost one and opened it. Second lunch wouldn't have the same kick as first lunch, but it'd hold him over till first dinner at least...