Had a craving for a feedee accidentally swallowing their feeder, and decided to combo it with some eggnog stuffing/inflation as well. Includes implied permavore and weight-gain!

Eager to help Indi gain weight, Rico fills the zebra with gallons of eggnog...and eventually himself...

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New Year Nog Dunk
By: Indi

“You’d better keep gulping, Indi, because I’m not pulling this jug away until you’ve drained every drop!” Rico said, the white lion keeping the large jug of eggnog firmly against the lips of the blue zebra sprawled out on the mattress below. The zebra blushed in response to the threat, chugging greedily. When the jug was drained he expected Rico to pull it away, but instead the lion kept it in place, tapping the sides so any remaining drop would trickle down. At last he relented, and the zebra gasped for breath before belching.

Indi was normally fairly plump—almost outright doughy, even—but thanks to Rico his middle was a massive, sloshing dome. As a personal trainer Rico enjoyed helping others accomplish their weight goals—which didn’t always mean losing weight. The once merely chubby Indi had expressed a desire to get huge, and Rico had certainly done his part over the last few months. It’d also been his idea to help kick-start Indi’s gains at the start of the new year.

In the past that’d meant a trip to the buffet and some encouragement. Indi hadn’t quite expected the seemingly-endless jugs of eggnog awaiting him at Rico’s apartment, instead. Not that he minded.

“You’re practically just a big, wobbly tank of eggnog now.” Rico gave Indi’s bloated middle a shake. The zebra groaned and grinned at the attention, biting his lip.

“I—uorrrrrrrrrrp—feel more like an eggnog balloon,” Indi replied. He still couldn’t believe how much he’d drunk. He sincerely doubted he’d be able to sit up on his own, or even walk for that matter. In all likelihood he was immobile, and the mere thought of that excited him far more than he’d ever considered.

Rico smiled. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be a waterbed. And I mean that in a very, very literal sense. We’re not stopping until you’re round enough for me to sleep on~”

Indi’s face grew even redder. “That’s...that’s gonna take a lot of eggnog.”

“Yep. A lot of thick. Fattening. Eggnog.” Rico prodded Indi’s belly with every word. “You’d better be up to the challenge.”

The zebra nodded, too embarrassed to speak.

“Good. I know your weight goals were only three hundred, but I get the feeling that number’s only going to go up as you pack on the pounds, tubbo. By this time next week you’ll be saying three-fifty. In a month, four hundred. By year’s end we’ll be chatting about living with immobility and preparing you for a life as the state’s fattest zebra~”

Indi didn’t say a word, but his expression and the frantic flicking of his tail told Rico everything he needed to know.

“I told you gaining could be addicting. But so is eggnog.” Rico opened another jug and pressed it to Indi’s lips, forcing him to guzzle again.

Jug after jug after jug was emptied into the eager zebra. His belly continued to balloon outward, growing bigger and rounder with every jug. In between he was constantly teased by Rico. The lion spoke of his future size in only the most extreme terms, as if it were inevitable Indi’s weight would soar passed the intended three hundred. And at that point, he was beginning to believe it.

Rico himself watched Indi’s middle expand with glee. It was rare for him to get the chance to personally stuff a client so thoroughly. He hadn’t been exaggerating when he’d told Indi he’d fill him until he was big enough to sleep on. Another fantasy of the fit lion, who simply couldn’t resist those far more enormous than him. So he kept the jugs coming, even as Indi became more gut than zebra.

Though it took considerable time and effort, eventually Indi drank so much eggnog his
belly was almost as tall as he was. Big enough for even a lion to laze atop.

“Almost there, Indi. Only a couple jugs left.” Rico rubbed the zebra’s towering middle, listening to the eggnog within slosh heavily. “And just imagine, one day you might be this heavy all the time. Oh who are we kidding, one day you will be that heavy.”

Rico grabbed the two jugs in one paw and vaulted up Indi’s gut. The additional weight caused Indi to let loose a series of belches, much to Rico’s amusement. He sprawled out on the wobbling dome, inching forwards until he could look down on the zebra’s face below.

“Open wide for the eggnog waterfall, Indi.”

The zebra did so, and soon eggnog was pouring into his mouth from above. His chugging jiggled both his belly and the lion resting on it. To Rico the sensation was wonderful, even better than he’d imagined. He was beginning to wish he’d gotten on top sooner. A lesson for a later day.

The penultimate jug was emptied and tossed aside. Indi didn’t close his maw, anticipating the last. As Rico tried to open the final jug, though, he lost his balance.

He slid forwards, the weight of the jug pulling him down. He dropped it and desperately tried to regain his footing, but there wasn’t anything to hold onto. Instead he kept slipping, falling right into Indi’s mouth.

The zebra’s eyes widened in confusion as he felt something very different from eggnog hit the back of his throat. Instinct forced him to swallow, and he squirmed as he gulped and gulped and gulped. He could barely make out Rico’s back, and felt his kicking legs. It didn’t seem possible, but somehow he was eating the lion.

Immobilized by gallons of eggnog, Indi was as helpless as the one he was consuming. He couldn’t stop the swallowing once it began, and couldn’t reach the lion to pull him out. He winced as his jaws stretched wider than ever before. It didn’t hurt, but it didn’t necessarily feel comfortable.

Of course Rico wasn’t having a great time gliding down a zebra’s throat, either. He thrashed and shouted, but nothing he did slowed his descent. And when his paws pushed into Indi’s stomach they were immediately soaked in eggnog. Right before his head joined them he took a deep breath, suddenly hoping he was gulped down faster.

Indi’s already-massive belly swelled further as Rico was added to it, and at a much faster rate than the eggnog had managed. He moaned as he felt it growing larger, almost ashamed at how euphoric it made him. There was slightly less reluctance in his swallows.

Inevitably Rico’s wiggling footpaws were gulped down, becoming a brief bulge in Indi’s neck before all trace was gone. The zebra panted and burped, his heart racing. He looked up at his belly, wondering if he’d just been hallucinating. Then he saw the first vague bulge of a paw. “Oh...oh—braap—shit.”

In the dark depths of Indi’s stomach, Rico struggled to keep his head above the sea of eggnog. He was crouched, paws pressing upwards to create more space, fighting the stomach walls naturally wanting to compress down on him. Rico refused to believe he was inside Indi, despite all the evidence to the contrary. “Indi! Indi, let me out!” he shouted, attempting to thump on his prison. The thickness of the eggnog prevented him from gaining any momentum.

Indi felt the internal prods, and heard something muffled coming from his gut, but it wasn’t clear at all. He assumed Rico wasn’t happy, and couldn’t exactly blame him. He’d have been furious as well if he’d been eaten alive. The reality of the situation made him blush harder.

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit—how do I even throw him up?” Indi mumbled to himself. Being filled to such an extreme degree had left him exhausted, and his phone was out of reach. Without anyone around to help all he could do was stare. And try not to moan too much. “Ugh, why does this have to actually feel kind of nice?”

The zebra’s face twisted as he saw another bulge briefly appear. The whole fiasco was humiliating, but hot, but also terrifying, but also oddly fun, but also horribly confusing. Indi tried to think of a solution, of some way to help out Rico, but his mind came up blank. Unless the lion found a way out on his own, he was going to become dinner.

“I’m...uh...I’m really sorry dude,” Indi told his gut. Even to him the apology felt underwhelming. But what else could he say? At the very least he genuinely felt bad about eating him. He turned away from his belly, and saw the last jug of eggnog laying nearby. He grabbed it, and undid the cap. “Well, no need to let it go to waste. Pretty sure Rico would’ve wanted me to finish it off.”

Indi began to chug, his belly wobbling a little bit more as he did.