A few days ago I was just struck with a mood for a pred having a massive gut full of prey, and decided Rho should be the lucky glutton! And that three of my lion characters should be the lucky prey >:3c. Includes implied digestion and re-formation.

Suffering from a relentless appetite, Rho gradually gorges on three different lions throughout the day...

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A Zebra’s Appetite
By: Indi

Rho grimaced as yet another sharp hunger pain struck him. For some inexplicable reason the orange-striped zebra had been absolutely ravenous all day. Breakfast had been huge, snacks throughout work plentiful, and his lunch had practically been a feast. Yet no matter how much he ate he didn’t feel the least bit sated.

His doughy belly was rounder and tauter than usual, straining the buttons of his suit. That didn’t prevent him from considering dropping by the nearest fast food place on his way home and pigging out, though.

By then he was already entering the light rail station, so food would sadly have to wait. His gaze started to drift to the people around him—especially the chubbier ones. Rho was one of the many who enjoyed eating others, a sometimes rude but relatively harmless activity considering everyone always re-formed perfectly fine later on. It could be a hassle if he chose his meal poorly, and lugging around a belly full of struggling prey was a chore, but his demanding stomach left him with no other choice.

A plump security guard in a too-small shirt finally held Rho’s attention, and he knew he’d found dinner. They were a brown lion, far too stern and alert for someone whose main job was likely just stopping people from skateboarding into the station.

Rho knew just how to catch him.

“Sir, sir!” Rho shouted, hurrying over to the guard with a look of concern on his face. As he got closer he could read their name tag: Tycho. He thought the name sounded familiar but didn’t think on it too long. “I’m so dumb, I really am! My keys fell down a grate and I’m screwed without them! Would you be able to help me, please?”

As mediocre as the crisis was, Tycho responded eagerly. “Or course! Just take me to it and I’ll fish it out.”

His glee—and hunger—well-hidden, Rho ushered the easily-duped lion around a corner, away from potential interlopers. Within seconds of them going out of sight there was a muffled yelp. Sounds of scuffling and greedy gulps were drowned out by alerts for arriving trains and general chatter.

Then Rho returned, a pair of frantically kicking footpaws sticking out of his mouth. His belly had burst out of his dress shirt, exposed and bouncing wildly as Tycho angrily protested being turned into food. A swallow later the lion was sealed fully in Rho’s stomach.

“Braaaaaaaaaap! Huh, guess I didn’t drop my keys after all. Oh well, thanks for the help, sir~” Rho snickered and groped his rowdy gut, delighting in its size. “I swear nothing compares to the taste of lion--especially the—urrrrrp—chunky ones!”

With his overindulgent meal secured, Rho waddled off to his platform as fast as he could manage, middle swaying comically the whole way. He stumbled onto the train just in time, the doors closing behind him the second he got on.

Rho leaned against a pole as he caught his breath, the engorged zebra panting but relieved. The handful of others in the train car were all staring at Rho’s belly. There was no hiding the fact he’d eaten someone, and—while it was doubtful he’d try for a second course—most appeared a little nervous.

The train lurched to a start, causing Rho’s gut to shake and jiggle. He maintained his balance, and carefully settled in to an empty row, taking up two seats.

Almost instinctively the zebra’s hooves went to work rubbing and kneading his mound of a middle. He was never one to be shy about his voracious appetite. If anything he rather enjoyed the looks strangers gave him, the knowledge that a pudgy zebra was more than capable of gobbling someone up and being on top of the food chain. He only wished it were obvious he’d eaten a lion, too.

Tycho was still fighting up a storm, doing whatever he could to try and make the experience an unpleasant one for Rho. Unfortunately for him Rho wasn’t prone to indigestion. He preferred a meal with a kick.

The constant squirms prompted more than a few belches, all of which echoed loudly throughout the train car, preventing passengers from ignoring the pred amongst them. After each burp he’d diligently swallow fresh air so Tycho remained fresh and wiggly until he got home.

A sloppy buh-urrrrrp led to a soaked walkie-talkie launching from Rho’s mouth. It was eventually followed by a cap and Tycho’s name tag. Any would’ve been a fun little souvenir of his dinner, but Rho decided it’d be funner to let them litter the train car for a while. He could imagine people getting on at later stops and seeing the odd assortment of items, gradually realizing they’d belonged to someone who got eaten.

Rho’s joy didn’t last for long, though.

Not even half-way through his ride, the zebra’s stomach began to rumble again and the hunger pains returned.

“Really?” Rho frowned as he looked down on his bulging belly. “I fed you the plumpest lion I could snag on short notice and you’re still not satisfied? And Tycho—couldn’t you have pigged out on the donuts some more? If you were fifty or a hundred pounds fatter I bet I’d actually be full!”

“Then spit me out and eat something more filling you jerk!” Tycho’s muffled voice came from within.

“Throwing up on a train in front of everyone would be impolite.”

“Eating me was impolite!”

“Let’s agree to—buorrrrpCLANG—disagree. Ooh, we have the same phone!”

* * *

When Rho reached home his stomach was a bit calmer but a lot angrier. He was starving—again—and rapidly regretting not scarfing down someone else on the train before leaving. Or everyone on the train.

Tycho wasn’t complaining anymore, but he was still putting up a token struggle every now and then, if only to remind Rho he wasn’t willingly on the menu.

Rho dropped his bag by the floor and huffed into the kitchen. He flipped open cupboards, the fridge, and the freezer, desperate for something filling. Nothing. The sizeable breakfast he’d made in the morning had wiped almost everything out, and what little remained wasn’t enough to qualify as a snack.

Slamming the fridge door hard, Rho found himself staring at a bundle of coupons for a local pizza place. The food there was good—no question—but his thoughts weren’t on that. They were on the blubbery lion who always delivered. He was a feast in his own right, and Rho’s mouth watered just thinking about his enormous belly and butt.

If the delivery guy didn’t fill him up, nothing would.

Rho pulled out his phone, grinning wide as he tapped his belly with his free hoof. “Hope you don’t mind company, because you’ll be getting one heck of a hefty roommate soon Tycho. Yeah, I’d like to order a few pizzas and two liters. Got a party to feed over here.”


* * *

Walking down the long hallway towards his apartment, August was just happy to almost be home. The slim gray lion hadn’t had a particularly stressful day at work, but hadn’t had a chance to spend much quality time with his boyfriend Rho lately either. He hoped the two would be able to cozy up on the couch and watch a movie or two. It’d be a nice way to celebrate the middle of the week.

The faint rattling of the walls and a distant, almost belch-like rumbling stopped August in his tracks. He looked around for a moment, wondering if he’d just imagined it all, before continuing on his way.

Upon entering the apartment August froze once more.

In the living room nearby he could see the back of the couch—and the massive orange-striped dome of a gut rising above it, wobbling. With disbelief August headed into the living room, his surprise only increasing.

Rho was sprawled out on the couch and absurdly stuffed. His belly was enormous, practically a sphere. It swayed steadily, the faint imprints of paws and sometimes a face pushing outward. There were muffled protests, though August couldn’t understand anything being said. He did guess there were two, maybe three different sources for them.

The couch itself was warped slightly, groaning beneath the sizable mass of zebra. Empty pizza boxes, bags, and soda bottles littered the ground around the couch. A whole party could’ve feasted off the now devastated spread, yet it’d all ended up in one person.

August had seen Rho be gluttonous before, but rarely to such an intense degree.

“Welcome—buorrrrrrrp—home,” Rho said, as casually as he did on most days.

“Hey. Uh...are you feeling alright?” August couldn’t remember Rho ever glutting himself to immobility on a weeknight before.

“Yeah for the most part. I’ve just been really hungry all day.” Rho shoved a hoof into the takeout bag closest to him, and frowned as he realized it was empty. “Was really hoping the delivery guy and all that pizza would help, but I’m still feeling peckish.” He started eying up August, who was distracted giving the zebra’s belly a curious poke.

“Wait, you ate that super fat lion from the pizza place and still aren’t full? Maybe you should—whoa!”

August yelped as he was grabbed by the collar and pulled down towards Rho’s face. He squirmed as he saw his boyfriend lick his lips and ogle him hungrily.

“I’m sure one more snack will do it. Thanks for volunteering, dear~”

August tried to insist otherwise, but his voice was quickly silenced as his whole head was swallowed. Warm breath blasted the lion’s face. A strong gulp pulled him into Rho’s gullet, jaws wrapping around his shoulders. Disoriented, August found himself unable to wiggle free of the zebra as he was rapidly consumed.

Moans escaped Rho’s lips as he swallowed his boyfriend, elated to have found something else to fill his belly. Sure the lion was slim, much smaller than either of his first two courses, but he was still better than nothing. Hopefully his stomach would agree and stop grumbling.

Within the zebra, August slid face-first into a soft mound as soon as he entered the stomach. He heard a grunt nearby, but had no way of knowing who it came from in the darkness. Once his paws were free he finally realized he was being pushed against someone’s gut, and blushed.

August did his best to avoid groping the belly of who he assumed was the cute delivery guy, but he didn’t have much space to work with. Anything he reached for was either lion, stomach, or mushy food, the latter of which he was already getting partially buried in.

Once the lion’s legs and footpaws slipped entirely into the stomach he was better able to shift around, though he was still pinned between belly and stomach wall. His sight was slowly adjusting to the dark, and he could barely make out his fellow meals. He guiltily chuckled as he recognized the other.

“Oh, hey Tycho. S-Sorry about my boyfriend’s appetite.”

“August?” the security guard asked from the other side of the stomach, barely able to see over the curve of the delivery guy’s belly. “When you said I should come over some time I hope this wasn’t how you meant it!”

“Of course not! Rho just gets carried away when it comes to eating and...well.”

“This is a bit more than carried away,” Tycho grumbled, pushing at the fleshy walls and provoking a belch that shook the whole stomach and shrunk it slightly. “Hope all my future visits don’t end the same way.”

Another burp rumbled and shrank the stomach, pushing the three lions together and causing the delivery guy to whine a little. He hadn’t spoken a word, but August seemed to remember he always looked shy and nervous when delivering. He was likely used to getting eaten quite often.

“I promise Rho doesn’t eat guests. Usually. Though with how fat he’s gonna get from this his appetite might increase and I might end up as his go-to weekend snack again.” August squirmed a little at the thought. His boyfriend’s weight tended to go through cycles, and at their peak he frequently treated the lion as food. Admittedly August had grown to enjoy it.

Back on the outside, Rho was groaning happily. After a whole day of dealing with relentless hunger he was finally, truly full. The sensation of three whole lions and a pile of food being crammed into his gut was incredible. His tail wagged as he embraced his belly, feeling the squirms of his meals within.

“Don’t think I’ve ever eaten a pride of lions in one sitting before~” Rho teased as he massaged his gut, eyelids growing heavy. “You were all delicious, and you’ll make such wonderful zebra pudge once my stomach’s worked it’s magic. Braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap!”

Rho’s stomach clung tightly to his prey, and this time he didn’t bother replenishing their air. A steady handful of belches followed. With each the wiggling in his stomach intensified a bit, until eventually it slowed, and then stopped completely. The silence was brief, soon replaced by glrks and glrrrrgles as the lions began to digest.

Satisfied and exhausted, Rho passed out on the couch.

* * *

When August came to, he felt like he’d had the most relaxing nap of his life. He wasn’t the least bit tired, didn’t even yawn once as he sat up in bed. Rather abruptly the lion realized he couldn’t remember falling asleep, or getting ready for bed in general.

Then the memories of soft stomach walls and a voracious boyfriend returned.

He blushed, sliding out of bed and throwing on some clothes as fast as he could. The clock claimed it was Friday afternoon, a whole day-and-a-half since Rho had eaten him. Longer than it usually took to re-form, but Rho had had quite a lot of meat to digest.

August left the bedroom and entered the living room just as the door was opening.

Rho waddled in, giving his boyfriend a warm smile as he spotted him. “Was wondering when you’d pop back up again!”

The lion managed a nod, but his attention was elsewhere. Rho had ballooned in size since he’d been gone. His belly was huge and barely contained by his suit. It jiggled when he walked, when he talked, when he breathed. His face was rounder than ever, his rump more cushioned. August swore he had to have gained well over a hundred pounds.

“Admiring your handiwork?” Rho asked, sticking his gut out a bit more now that he noticed August staring at it. “Took a whole day to turn you three into fat, but I’d say it was worth it. I swear I’ve never felt so doughy before at this size! Perhaps I really should consider an all-lion diet.”

“There’s plenty of other delicious food for you to eat!” August said as Rho began to circle him like a blubbery shark. “Hyenas and cheetahs taste great—and so do zebras.”

“Sure, sure. But nothing quite matches a well-stuffed lion. Speaking of which, why don’t we hit the buffet for dinner tonight, my treat?”

August gulped. A trip to the buffet usually meant one thing: August being practically force-fed until he couldn’t move, followed by Rho waddling out with his dinner-date in his belly.

Despite just coming back, August couldn’t help but agree to the suggestion. “I’ll make sure to wear a looser shirt,” he said, before retreating back to his room so Rho wouldn’t see just how blushy he’d become.

Rho smiled as his boyfriend scurried off. With one hoof idly rubbing his wonderfully soft gut, the zebra wondered just how many times he was going to eat August that month. With how gluttonous he was feeling, there was a good chance the lion would spend more time in his stomach than out. Rho would have to tease him about that later.

But for now he was eager to slip into something more casual himself in preparation for a joyful night of stuffing his delicious boyfriend. The hefty zebra waddled towards his bedroom, already imagining how filling August would be in a few hours.