Decided to make a buff character for when the moods strike me (I suspect they'll get a lot of use in size-difference and growth scenarios mainly). They're a cougar named Leto, and are a bit more personable and confident than most of my other gluttonous characters!

Nolan and Caleb's first trip to a local host club introduces them to Leto, a cougar with an alluring stomach...

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Leto’s Allure
By: IndigoRho

Caleb had never been prone to going out much or hitting the town. He was simply far too shy. Unfortunately for the rabbit, he was also easily swayed by persistent coworkers. Nolan had ambushed him right at the end of the day at work, insisting they check out a host club together. It was something Caleb never would’ve thought about doing on his own, but Nolan managed to bring up a dozen favors and dodged promises he barely remembered, and suddenly he was getting dragged downtown by the wolf.

The whole trip was a blur to Caleb, who spent it trying to come up with an excuse to bail—or decide if he even wanted to bail. As shy as he was, going to a host club sounded interesting.

So distracted by indecision, Caleb was pulled into the club lobby without even seeing the name of the place. Nolan nudged the rabbit over to a touchscreen listing all the available hosts.

There were less than ten to choose from, but as far as Caleb was concerned there might as well have been hundreds. Each included a flattering profile picture and a brief description, usually detailing hobbies or interesting facts. Right away he found himself drawn to a cougar named Leto. They had a broad smile and square glasses. Bringing up the cougar’s profile, a single thing jumped out at Caleb: “Pred”.

Often considered rude but far from taboo, eating others whole was just a regular part of life. Not something Caleb had ever personally indulged in, but something he couldn’t help but feel fascinated by. He wasn’t the only one who spotted Leto’s peculiar interest.

“I didn’t know you had a thing for the gluttonous types~” Nolan teased as he leaned over Caleb’s shoulder and read the bio. “Too bad we can’t swap cubicles; you’d be able to watch the boss grumble and waddle around every time he eats one of the interns.”

“That’s not why I’m choosing him!” Caleb said unconvincingly. “He just has a nice smile, and felines are cute.”

“Sure, sure. You definitely don’t just want to get flattened under a big strong pred gut full of wiggling prey.”

Caleb was too flustered to even respond.

The pair were ushered further into the club before Nolan could make Caleb blush any harder. The atmosphere was more relaxed than any bar Caleb had been brought to before, or the couple regular clubs. Patrons were happily drinking and chatting away with hosts, and the music wasn’t blaring. Their booth was in the very back, a bit secluded from the others thanks to a low decorative wall.

Taking up most of the main couch was Leto. Despite his measurements being listed in his bio, the cougar appeared even larger than either Caleb or Nolan had expected. He was tall and muscular, and imposing enough while just sitting that Caleb was sure he’d instinctively cower if the host actually stood. He wore a sleeveless vest above a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to emphasize the bulk of his arms.

Still, Leto’s smile was warm and friendly.

“Yeah I can see why someone that big eats people. No way a burger fills him up,” Nolan whispered to a silent, ogling Caleb.

“Welcome gentlemen. Thank you for choosing me tonight.”

Nolan managed to introduce himself, but he had to elbow Caleb a couple times before the rabbit blurted out his name.

“I take it this is your first time at a host club?” Two nods in reply. “Well I do hope you have fun—I wouldn’t want it to be your last.” He gestured towards the seats across the table from him and they settled in.

A menu was produced, mostly liquor with a few light appetizers. Nolan took the lead, ordering a couple bottles he knew they’d all enjoy and making sure Caleb knew all his expenses would be handled. When they arrived it was Caleb who took the first gulp, eager to calm his nerves.

“So, are you coworkers?” Leto asked after mixing a drink for himself.

“Yep! We’re in one of the big towers a few blocks from here, Gaines Global,” Nolan said. “Nothing fancy, just HR. Organizing applications, arranging interviews, lot of staring at computers all day.”

“Yeah, p-pretty boring.” Caleb was already halfway through his first glass. He was staring right at Leto, but rarely making eye contact. His ogling was far from subtle, though Leto didn’t seem to mind.

“But what about you?” Nolan asked, keeping Caleb’s glass full. “Is hosting a full time thing or just something you do on the side?”

“Just a weekend distraction. I’m actually a librarian—well, assistant librarian.”

Nolan let out a laugh, before quickly silencing himself. “Sorry, sorry. I guess I was expecting something a bit more—I don’t know—physical. Like a bouncer or personal trainer or something.”

“Well I did some wrestling in high school and college, but I’ve always been a bit of a bookworm. Course that never stopped me from enjoying a good workout,” Leto chuckled and flexed, making sure Caleb got the best view.

The conversation continued at a casual pace, with everyone chatting about hobbies and recent distractions. Caleb was still mostly quiet, really only talking when prompted to.

As the drinks stacked up, though, Caleb started to feel bolder. There was something he’d wanted to bring up from the very beginning, the whole reason he’d felt drawn to Leto in the first place.

“So...uh, Leto. You’re a pred?”

The puma’s grin grew wider, as if he’d just figured Caleb out. “Yes! Bit of a habit I picked up in the wrestling days. Lot of bravado and ego in a locker room, especially during college. Everyone acting like an alpha pred and threatening to eat anyone who annoys them or is smaller than them. I got left alone for the most part, but I still had to send a few frustrating teammates into the holding tank for good.” He gave his middle a soft pat, but neither Nolan or Caleb could tell if the smile on his face was wistful or nostalgic.

“And here I thought all those dumb sports movies were exaggerating.” Nolan was hitting the booze hard but showed no signs of slowing down.

“It’s why I ditched wrestling a couple years into college—though by then I was kind of hooked on eating others. I mean, I’m not gobbling people up every day. Otherwise I’d be sporting a big ol’ gut!”

While the thought got a solid laugh out of Leto, it got a rise in Caleb. He couldn’t help but imagine what the puma would look with someone trapped in his stomach, the bulge popping his vest buttons and bouncing around. It’d be like a bodybuilder swallowing a balloon.

“So...who do you usually eat?” Caleb was almost whispering the questions, as if Leto’s odd hobby was a grand secret.

“Well I prefer leaner prey, someone who’s not gonna throw off my workout routine. I guess most of the time I’m eating at the gym, actually, either because someone starts something or I work up a strong hunger,” Leto mused. He abruptly turned away slightly to hide his blushing. “Though now that I think about it I get pretty voracious whenever I have too much to drink at bars. Rest assured I’d never eaten a customer here—at least no one who wasn’t willing~”

“Wait, you’ve had people willingly slide into that stomach of yours?” Nolan asked, his interest piqued.

Leto nodded. “Regulars, mostly, ones interested in a new experience—and fairly drunk. I always tell them I’ll let them out as soon as they ask, but so far almost all have opted for a permanent trip. No complaints, no squirming, just a gentle rest until the gurgles begin. I try not to make a habit of it; good customers are hard to come by, after all.”

“If your stomach’s that amazing, I’ve gotta take a look for myself!” Nolan said, finishing off the last of his newest drink. “With your permission, of course?”

Leto clearly hadn’t expected the proposition, but his confusion swiftly turned to amusement. “I’ve never been one to turn down a customer’s request.”

“Nolan this is crazy, what if he can’t get you out after!” Caleb said. Despite his apparent concern he found himself hoping the wolf would ignore him. He really wanted to see what Leto looked like with a full stomach.

“Coughing your adventurous coworker here up wouldn’t be a problem at all, even with the drinking I’ve been doing. It’s just a matter of him wanting to be let out.”

Nolan was already tossing aside his tie and slipping out of his shirt. “Don’t worry Caleb I’ll be fine. Is there a, uh, right way of going in?”

“I’d suggest footpaws first, just in case you change your mind. Less disorienting, too. All you have to do is lay across the table on your stomach and I’ll do the rest, dinner~”

With the bottles and glasses moved aside, Nolan happily sprawled out, posing and laughing to himself. “I am the best looking dish on the menu! Caleb, how appetizing do I look?”

Once again Caleb was too flustered to speak. Meanwhile, Leto had begun to gently swallow Nolan whole. The wolf’s footpaws disappeared into the cougar’s maw, and his legs steadily followed. Even after he’d been swallowed up to his knees Nolan didn’t seem nervous or worried in any way. Just amused.

“I gotta admit, I’ve always been low-key afraid of getting eaten,” Nolan admitted, giggling as he felt his footpaws entering the stomach. “That I’d just get snatched and gulped out of the blue, like Foster when the boss was having a bad day a few months back. It’s actually kind of fun when it’s all, ya know, willing.”

“I’ll, I’ll take your word for it,” Caleb mumbled. He didn’t want Nolan or Leto to know just how much he was enjoying it, seeing someone get eaten alive. The way Leto’s stomach started to bulge out the more Nolan emptied into it, how his jaws stretched with ease over the wolf’s body. It was so casual.

Leto kept things slow and gentle, but even then it didn’t take long for him to eat all of Nolan, eventually lifting the wolf up off the table for the last few gulps.

When all that remained on the outside of Nolan was his head, he winked at the obviously entranced Caleb. “See ya in a bit!”

And then he was gone, pulled in as Leto carefully closed his jaws shut. The bulge that was Nolan traveled down Leto’s throat and settled in his stomach, which had bulged out a fair deal. Leto’s vest was still intact, the buttons strained but not creaking or visibly in danger of snapping off. Caleb had heard of materials like that, for preds who didn’t want to wreck their clothing every time they ate someone.

Another way to make it look completely normal that Leto had just gobbled a person up. Another way to make Caleb not-so-privately swoon.

Leto laid back and sighed, a paw lazily massaging his belly. He motioned for Caleb to get a closer look. The rabbit nervously wandered over, sliding in next to Leto. His belly looked even larger then, the lumps made by Nolan easier to distinguish as a paw or his head.

With a great deal of initial reluctance Caleb stuck out his paw to rub the puma’s gut. He could feel Nolan shifting about within, trying to get comfortable—if that was even possible in a stomach.

“So Nolan, how are your accommodations? Everything meeting your expectations?” There was no denying Leto enjoyed having someone in his stomach.

The response back was muffled. “Could use some better lighting, my phone can only do so much! So far it’s like being in a lukewarm sauna. Cramped yet cozy.”

“So you’re not wolf stew yet?” Caleb smiled, the combination of liquor and Leto’s warm personality helping him relax. He cozied up closer to the cougar.

“No I’m not stew! Though if this place starts bubbling you’d better give me a good yelp review!”

All three laughed, even Nolan as he was shaken about in his new room. More drinks were ordered. Leto would guzzle an entire glass at a time, cascading liquor down on Nolan below like a waterfall and claiming it was an integral part of the spa experience. The wolf played along, praising the quality of his booze bath.

As time passed, Caleb found himself not just adoring Leto’s belly, but wanting to be in it himself. Anything to make Leto larger.

“You’ve been in there quite a while, Nolan. Ready to come out yet?” Leto asked. He was grinning, and his tone hinted that he knew the answer already.

“It’s way too comfy to leave now! I feel like I could just live here forever.” It should’ve been a joke but it didn’t sound it. “Caleb you should join me in here, you’d love it!”

Caleb blushed and he bit his lip. “Well I...I guess if Leto’s still got room I wouldn’t mind seeing it.”

“Oh there’s plenty of room in here,” Leto said with pride as he patted his gut. “I’ve crammed an elephant in there and still had room for a couple of their fellow frat members~”

The mental image alone made Caleb jealous of whoever had been able to witness the cougar’s gluttonous feat. He gladly stripped down, just like Nolan had, feeling somewhat awkward being shirtless before his new crush. “Do I get swallowed just like Nolan, or…”

“Well, with one course already down there, it’d probably be best if you went head-first. That way you won’t accidentally step on Nolan, and he’ll be able to guide you in.” Leto shifted in his seat so he was angled towards Caleb.

As soon as Caleb said he was ready Leto leaned forward and gave him a long, deep kiss. Eventually the cougar’s mouth opened, the kiss transitioning into a swallow.

Warm breath pelted Caleb’s face as he slid across Leto’s tongue and into his throat. His heart raced at first, but Leto’s interior was so soft and comforting that he calmed down immediately. He was surprised by how easy it all was. Every gulp made him feel more and more like food, like he was meant to be scarfed down, to fill a hungry pred’s stomach. He wiggled a little, not in fear but joy.

When Caleb’s head pushed into the stomach Nolan was ready to help him in, welcoming the rabbit as if he were simply dropping by for dinner—and not potentially as dinner. A lot of shifting and twisting was necessary, but once Caleb’s footpaws slipped in he was practically already settled in.

Leto cradled his belly, his tail flicking about happily. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a—bworrp—two course meal. Excuse me.” He quickly swallowed fresh air to replace that which he’d burped out. “I hope it’s not too cramped in there.”

Only praise came in response, as expected.

“And remember, you can come out whenever you want. Just say the word and you’ll be off the menu~”

The next hour was far quieter. Leto gave his gut constant attention, rubbing and kneading it as he chatted with his customers within. Despite the heat and rising levels of liquor, neither Nolan nor Caleb were expressing any desire to leave Leto’s stomach. Leto had seen it often. He didn’t know why his stomach had such an effect on customers—everyone he ate unwillingly certainly didn’t share such a desire to be digested. He was grateful for the gift, though.

“Alright you two, I won’t be able to hold back those stomach acids forever. If you don’t want to be become a protein shake you’ll have to leave soon.”

“Doesn’t sound so bad to me,” Nolan mumbled, in a deep, drunken stupor.

“Kind of ideal, actually,” Caleb added. His eyes were half closed, head resting against the stomach walls as he listened to Leto’s heartbeat. “A nice, long nap sounds really good.”

A couple minutes later what little movement was occurring within Leto’s stomach ceased entirely. Then the faint gurgling began. Leto pressed down softly on his belly, forcing out the last of the air one small belch at a time.

“Oof, my stomach really needs to get less alluring, or I’m gonna end up getting tubby!” Leto chuckled. Of course he would’ve taken any excuse to hit up the gym or go on a hike, even if it was losing a ton of weight or regaining muscle. “Well boys, I’m glad you enjoyed your first and last visit to the club. I certainly did~”

With nothing else to do for the rest of the night, Leto sat back and let his stomach work its magic, listening to the symphony of gurgles it made.