Well yesterday was my birthday, so I decided to celebrate by writing about Rho gorging on my other three sonas as a birthday feast! Involves multiple prey, weight-gain, and a zebra getting very fat :3

Rho celebrates his birthday by turning his friends into a feast...

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Rho’s Birthday Feast
By: Indi

Rho awoke with the oddest innate sense of excitement, and it only took him a few moments of staring up at the ceiling of his quarters to figure out why. Today was his birthday.

The orange-striped zebra lazily slid out of bed, his plump belly jiggling as he stood and stretched. His boyfriend August was still snoozing away. Rho smiled as he looked down on the lean gray lion who’d managed to kick away the sheets.

Then his stomach growled, and the zebra's grin grew wider.

Rho didn’t look forward to his birthday for the gifts or the party or the well wishes, but for his annual birthday feast. Rather than stuff himself with mundane food, though, he stuffed himself with friends and acquaintances—as many as he could manage in one day.

Sure his meals tended to not appreciate ending up on the menu, but Rho felt it was the best gift they could possibly give. Besides, they were rarely grumpy about it for more than a few days after re-forming.

Leaning over the bed, Rho gently grabbed ahold of August’s footpaws and slid them into his mouth, being careful not to wake the sleeping meal too early. It took a great deal of restraint to not savor the lion as he slowly gulped him down inch-by-inch. Cheeks and neck bulged, before finally Rho’s belly started swelling as his boyfriend emptied into it.

There were few things Rho loved more than getting bigger, and glutting on a whole person never failed to provide him that in spades. August was guaranteed to be his smallest course of the feast by far. Still, even the slim lion was big enough to make Rho feel overly gluttonous.

As Rho’s jaws slipped over August’s rump and waist, the lion finally began waking. He giggled, eyes not yet open, and mumbled aloud. “Kinda early for that, isn’t it? And shouldn’t I be treating you since it’s your…”

August’s words trailed off as he realized something wasn’t quite right. His legs felt wrapped up, and there was a dampness traveling up his body. His eyes shot open and he stumbled up in bed. Or at least as much as he could when he was halfway down his boyfriend’s gullet.

“What the heck Rho, it’s way too early for you to be eating me!” the lion wiggled in protest. As his paws were already tucked away there wasn’t much he could do, though.

With his mouth full, Rho couldn’t give an answer. But his uninterrupted swallows showed he was ignoring August.

“And to think I was planning on making you a really nice dinner for your birthday tonight!” August grumbled, sliding in up to his chest. “And no I’m not gonna make it tomorrow instead—whoa!”

Rho had placed his hooves on August’s back and stood up, angling his mouth into the air. Gravity caused August to rapidly slide the rest of the way down Rho’s throat. He managed a couple more last second complaints before vanishing from sight completely, reduced to a bulge in the voracious zebra’s belly.

“Now that’s the kind of breakfast I wouldn’t—uorrrrrrrp—mind eating everyday!” Rho gave his gut a happy slap, causing it to wobble even more than it already was. “And really Aug, you’ll always be better than anything the food synthesizer puts out~”

August didn’t particularly appreciate the compliment, remaining as rowdy as he could be in the dark and cramped stomach. Unfortunately for him Rho rather enjoyed the struggles. He watched every short-lived bulge with glee, occasionally pushing one back in with a hoof.

“Guess I should get dressed,” Rho said with a sigh, idly squeezing his middle. “Can’t continue my feast when I’m only in my briefs!”

Without the slightest sense of urgency Rho waddled over to the closet and started pulling out an outfit.

The centerpiece was a sleeveless light-gray bodysuit that shone in the room’s light. Slipping into it was much more of an effort than usual thanks to the lion swaying from his waistline, but Rho managed eventually. He chuckled as he slowly pulled the zipper up, compacting the wiggling August a little.

Next came a short-sleeved jacket, white with black highlights. Though it had latches they’d never been closed, as it was at least a size too small for Rho. That was how he liked it.

Last was Rho’s wrist-mounted computer, and the easiest. He connected it to his bodysuit, a holographic boot-up message briefly appearing directly over his bulging belly. Shortly afterward a stylized image of August’s face appeared on it, with the word “Occupant” directly above it.

“Alright Aug, as much as I’d love to keep you close all day, it’d be a bit hard to catch my next couple courses. Time for you to become fresh zebra pudge~”

Rho’s belly started bouncing more fiercely than before as the text switched from “Occupant” to “Storing”.

* * *

When Rho left his bedroom a few short minutes later his gut had shrunk considerably. The bulges were gone, and the only wobbling was the natural kind related to a doughy belly. He was plumper than when he’d woken up, though.

The icon of August’s face was still on the center of Rho’s bodysuit, the text above it having changed to “Stored”. With the press of a button privacy mode was activated and the more obvious evidence of Rho’s recent meal vanished.

“Computer, where’s Indi right now?” Rho asked. A display of the ship appeared above his wrist computer, with a solid blue dot blinking in the sickbay. So that’s where he’d find his second course.

The sickbay was used more for questionable experiments than the legitimate treatment of the crew. Indi—the rotund blue cheetah who liked to pretend to be the ship’s doctor—was the main reason for that. He didn’t bother looking up from his collection of bubbling beakers when the door slid open and Rho entered.

“I’m busy,” Indi said, not caring who had joined him.

“I’m sure you’re working on something incredibly important, likely for Raf,” Rho said with a laugh.

Indi looked over his shoulder. “Maybe. Ok definitely.” He liked his privacy, but he liked gloating about his work even more. “I’ve been refining one of my instant weight-gain concoctions, and the current batch promises to be a doozy!”

A beaker of bright blue liquid was held up for Rho’s approval. He gladly accepted it, looking it over with an appropriate amount of awe to satisfy Indi.

“I’d love to see it in action.”

Without warning Rho shoved the beaker into Indi’s mouth and forced him to drink every last drop.

Indi gasped for air once the beaker was removed, a look of fury on his face. “What was that for!”

“Just wanted the second course of my birthday feast to be more filling, that’s all~”

Indi had completely forgotten about Rho’s birthday, despite having sworn to make a note of it after getting eaten the previous year. His belly let out an odd gurgle as the concoction kicked in and started to fatten him up, but by then he was far more concerned with the open maw lunging towards him.

August had been a relatively easy meal, asleep and slim. Indi, on the other hand, was very much awake and unwilling to dive down Rho’s throat.

Rho was more than willing to do all the work, though.

Jaws stretched over feline head, then shoulders, then moobs. Indi’s back had been to the exam table when Rho had struck, limiting the cheetah’s ability to struggle effectively. Squirming and cursing, he felt his paws lifting off the floor and realized his chances of escape were fading fast.

And all the while Indi was getting fatter and fatter.

Rho nearly moaned as he felt his prey softening in his throat and maw. It was a whole new experience, one he couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought of before. Indi’s gains were especially noticeable when Rho was gulping down his belly and butt. They jiggled and squished in his mouth, stretching it in subtle ways even as they slipped away.

The sensation was blissful enough for Rho to nearly forget how hard his prey was kicking.

Though Indi fought to the bitter end, he was no match for the voracious birthday boy. His tail was the last to go, slurped up like a noodle as Rho let out a sloppy belch.

Rho let his gut drop on the exam table, his tail flicking about happily. “I can still feel you growing in there, tubbs! I’d worry about getting too stuffed to move, but we both know I can solve that problem just by storing you alongside August with the press of a button.”

The zebra’s bulging belly wobbled in protest, the blubbery cheetah trapped within hissing up a storm. “This isn’t fair! I’m a cheetah, you’re a zebra—you should be in my stomach!”

“Well on this ship zebras happen to be at the top of the food chain, while everything else is filling out the bottom.” Rho burped, kneading his gut and admiring the icon of Indi’s face spaced apart from August’s. Once the storing process began they’d be right next to each other. “And you were tasty as ever Indi. Though I’ve still got dessert left, and he’s the most filling of all.”

Rho’s hoof drifted over to his wrist computer and pressed a button.

* * *

Rho was still rubbing his new, doughier belly when he waddled out of the sickbay, Indi nothing more than blubber. He absolutely loved the feeling of being bigger. Of waddling rather than walking. Of every single step causing him to jiggle at least a little—or at least this point a lot. Being able to throw his weight around and tease smaller friends with his girth.

Of course the friend he was about to visit was anything but small.

Thanks to the computer Rho knew exactly where Raf—the ship’s engineer—was. And he knew for a fact he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

Rho heard the steady stream of grumbling before he even turned the corner.

Wedged firmly in the doorway to the mess hall was a massive spotted hyena. He had a bright pink mohawk and a permanent scowl. The white bodysuit he wore highlighted every curve of his body, and at five hundred pounds there were plenty of those on Raf.

“Looks like I’m not the only one who’s been stuffing himself today,” Rho chuckled as he approached.

“Not willingly! Stupid food synthesizer mixed up our birthdays and started force-feeding me cake when I ordered a salad. By the time I escaped the dumb thing the door was too small for me.”

“Let’s be honest—you probably had to squeeze through to begin with big guy. And the synthesizer didn’t make a mistake. I just changed your birthday in the database. And may have encouraged it to aggressively stuff you to ensure you’d be too fat to leave. Course now you’re just fat enough to make a decadent dessert!”

“Ugh, I should’ve known,” Raf grumbled. He knew what was about to happen, but made no real attempt to fight it. After all, it’d be too much effort for an impossible task. He was content to merely grump and hope Rho made it quick.

Rho licked his lips, stomach rumbling as he opened his jaws wide.

* * *

The chair groaned when Rho plopped down in it, his enormous gut jiggling. “Buh-urrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp! Damn! Raf is as addicting as he is fattening. I already kind of wish he was back so I could double-dip on dessert.”

Rho was nearly as fat as Raf now, well beyond four hundred pounds. On the center of his wobbling middle the icons of August, Indi, and Raf were lined up, proudly displayed as the source of the zebra’s gains.

“I think that was the best birthday feast I’ve had in years! You really outdid yourselves, guys~” Rho said as he rubbed his gut, feeling the pudge the three had created. “Honestly I could get used to being this big all the time. Though if I don’t slim down I’ll probably have to hire some more crew just for the sake of my appetite. Not that that would be a bad thing—buorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp!!”

The blubbery zebra leaned back in his chair, smiling as it creaked beneath his girth. Oh yes, hiring more snacks would definitely be a wise decision...