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The second part of my series about a zebra gorging on lions! Once again it stars Indi, who sets his sights on Tycho this time. Involves permavore and weight-gain! Previous Part | Next Part
Having already eaten two lions, Indi decides to stuff and eat Tycho next...
Eating the Pride: Part 2
By: Indi
The buffet was the largest restaurant on the starliner Columbia, and the most popular. With a wide selection of options, it was also the natural place for larger groups to meet.
Tycho, August, Vex, and Raf were all sitting at a fairly spacious table, plates and glasses filled.
“So, are we just not gonna talk about Rico and Stelios being missing?” Tycho said, pushing his food around his plate with a fork. “No one’s seen them since the first night, and they’re not answering their phones or knocks at their cabin.”
Across the table, August stifled a belch as he ate. His plate was loaded with food, despite the fact his belly was bulging and bouncing. “Eh, their one night stands probably just ended up becoming more permanent than expected.” He gave his middle a teasing push.
Tycho frowned at how casually August was writing off their friends. And at how Vex and Raf didn’t seem to care much, either. Admittedly he wasn’t that close to either Rico or Stelios, but the thought of them getting eaten still made him feel bad. “Well you could at least pretend to care a little,” he mumbled.
“I care, I just don’t think there’s a reason to mope about it,” August said, having nearly finished off his whole plate of food. “People get eaten all the time, you get used to it. I mean, you certainly didn’t get fat overnight on catering.”
Tycho blushed. While he’d started the cruise off thin, he was now fairly doughy only three days in. “I didn’t do it on purpose! When I’m drunk everyone just assumes I’m worse at poker, and they always up the stakes to losers get eaten, and of course that ends with me having the rest of the table in my gut.” There was a mix of pride and embarrassment in his voice. He wasn’t as voracious as August, but he did indulge on occasion—and sometimes accidentally overindulge. Though he’d been quite drunk, he could still remember getting rolled out of the casino on a cart, beached atop his towering middle as four prey wiggled within. “And at least I didn’t eat a random waiter while grabbing perfectly good food.”
Unfortunately for Tycho, August was utterly shameless about his gluttony. The chimera slapped his gut and burped. “He wasn’t a random waiter, he was a tasty one. I wanted to make sure I kept my word about eating one person a day while here, and so far I’m three for three. Might even be able to snag a second one today if the first digests fast enough.” The mention of digestion caused his belly to shake harder.
“Dude you’re gonna be fatter than Raf by the end of the cruise if you keep this up!” Vex laughed. He hadn’t indulged or gorged, and was just as thin as ever.
“I doubt it. Raf’s still managing to gain weight just eating mundane food.” August grinned and looked the massive grump’s way. “Wouldn’t be surprised if he doubles in size.”
Raf growled. The act caused his belly to jiggle, and once he noticed he immediately stopped, blushing. He had put on a noticeable amount of weight, all because of his nearly non-stop grazing on free food. He’d never been good at keeping his appetite in check. “Stupid fattening cruise food. I swear even these salads are calorie bombs.”
No one bothered pointing out that Raf’s salad bowl was enormous. Or that he’d doused it in dressing. Or that he was likely to go for seconds, thirds, and maybe even fourths. Sometimes it was best to just let the grumbly feline fatten himself.
Later in the afternoon, Indi was prowling the casino.
Eating both Rico and Stelios had plumped the blue zebra up well, and he was sporting a nice, round ball gut. He could feel his belly jiggling more as he walked. It also filled out chairs more, and pushed into tables earlier than expected. But of course he didn’t feel nearly fat enough. The four remaining lions on his cruise menu would help with that, though.
Indi had spent the previous day skimming through Rico and Stelios’ phones, trying to learn as much about his future meals as possible. He’d discovered the one named Tycho was fond of both drinking and gambling, so he’d decided to check out the casino for a bit and hope to get lucky. If that didn’t work out, then he could visit the pools, where Vex was likely to be.
The leads were good, but the starliner was huge, so there was no guarantee of finding either lion. But after only a half hour of wandering, Indi caught sight of Tycho’s curly mane.
The lion was laughing and perhaps even flirting with the thick anaconda dealing at his blackjack table. The anaconda’s vest was open, leaving his squirming gut exposed. No doubt it contained a cheating customer—or perhaps just one who made a bad bet he couldn’t win. For a second Indi wondered if Tycho had similar preferences to Stelios and was just into the anaconda’s belly, but the closer he got to the table the more obvious it was that Tycho was drunk. And that he was vaguely flirting with everyone there.
Seeing an opportunity, Indi slid onto the stool next to Tycho and got dealt in. He thought the lion looked fatter than in the photos he’d seen on the phone’s of his friends-turned-pudge. Fate was blessing him with fattening prey.
It only took a few rounds for Indi to realize Tycho excelled at gambling—or at least blackjack—and gain his attention.
“You’re a natural,” Indi laughed as Tycho won again. “The right cards always seem to fly your way.”
“It’s all luck! And knowing when to take risks.” Tycho grinned, then looked at the dealer’s gut, which wasn’t wiggling anymore. “Or when to avoid them. Though I’m sure our stuffed friend here doesn’t mind the occasional reckless gambler.”
The anaconda smiled back. “I’ve yet to go hungry on the job. And I’ve still got room for more if anyone would like to test their luck with a high-stakes bet.”
Indi and Tycho both politely turned down the offer, along with the others at the table.
“Well I’ve still been doing better at this table than everywhere else these last two days,” Indi lied. “Maybe your luck’s rubbing off on me.”
“Maybe. I’ll gladly stick around if that’s what it takes to keep ya in the green tonight,” Tycho said.
“If you’re willing, I’d love the help. But at least let me pay for it with food and drink.”
Tycho agreed, and Indi made a sizable order ostensibly for them to share. Of course Indi only nibbled on the food and sipped at the drinks, ensuring the bulk of it ended up in Tycho. Already drunk, the lion was easily encouraged to glut, guzzle, and gossip. His small belly gradually swelled as time passed, filling up on the free feast he was tricked into eating. Indi eyed his rounding middle with glee, ecstatic over how stuffable Tycho was proving to be. He was amazed he’d been so thin to begin with.
Their conversation drifted aimlessly from gambling to hobbies to friends. All on his own Tycho revealed two of his companions had been eaten, even jokingly asking if Indi had snacked on any lions lately. Indi lied of course, claiming he’d merely had a crocodile for dinner the previous day. From there Indi learned of Tycho’s ridiculous feast, and how odd he felt not being slim anymore.
“There’s nothing wrong with being chubby. Or plump.” Tycho was eying Indi’s middle when he said the last word. “It’s just that my friends are terrible influences on my waistline, and I’d blow up like Raf if they had their way!”
He seemed somewhat oblivious to just how large his own belly had become. He was bigger than Indi, though his size would be mostly temporary. Indi couldn’t help but imagine Tycho gaining more and more weight until he was as fat as Raf, who he’d gotten glimpses of. It was a shame Tycho was next on the menu, as Indi was convinced he’d look even more handsome if he weighed a quarter of a ton.
The pair meandered between various games, Tycho’s belly blimping in between each. When they made their way back to the blackjack table a couple hours later Tycho was cradling his middle in both paws, ridiculously drunk but in a wonderful mood. He was barely able to get onto a stool, and his gut threatened to take up the spot his cards would be.
The anaconda was rather amused at his overindulgence. “I’m offering the glutton’s gamble again, if anyone would like the chance to win big. Success means multiplying your winnings by ten, while failure means a trip down my gullet.”
His offer got plenty of laughs. With his belly still bulging, most of the gamblers were weary enough to turn him down. Only a drunk, portly fox accepted.
A couple rounds later the fox was halfway down the anaconda’s throat, and Indi felt Tycho’s preparations were complete. “You’ve had an amazing run, Tycho, but why don’t we take a break. I promise my room’s cozy and quiet.”
Tycho nodded. “That sounds—bworrrp—sounds good.” He groaned a little as he got back up, his belly sloshing and swaying.
Indi finished watching the dealer gorge before turning back to Tycho and smiling. He ushered the stuffed lion to his cabin, taking the shortest route possible so they weren’t spotted by his friends. When they arrived at the cabin Tycho nearly passed out on the bed, his round belly pointing towards the ceiling. He made a pitiful attempt to sit up, but gave up swiftly.
Indi ogled the engorged lion, who looked both utterly helpless and filling. Part of him wanted to pounce his prey right away, to just scarf him down on the spot so he could feel his belly swell. But another part just wanted to snuggle up to the lion and maybe feed him even more.
The afternoon of gambling and glutting had been far more enjoyable than expected. Indi got along well with Tycho, and could see the two of them becoming friends, or maybe even more given enough time. The lion was cute and funny and had an enviable appetite.
Indi knew it could never work out in the end, though. There was no way Tycho would allow Indi to eat his delicious-looking friends, and resisting the temptation to do so would be impossible. Any fling they had would be brief, and end up with Tycho stewing in his stomach regardless. He was better off taking the plunge now.
“Hey Tycho, want to try the sauna?” Indi asked as he approached the bed, his stomach growling in anticipation.
Tycho couldn’t see over the peak of his belly, but gave a thumbs up. “Sounds—buh-urrrrrrp—great!”
“Alright, I’ll slide ya in. It might feel a bit cramped but I’m sure you’ll get used to it eventually.”
The lion barely budged when his footpaws were grabbed and swallowed. He didn’t shout or ask what was happening as his legs were gulped up. Even when his belly was being squeezed into Indi’s maw he remained oblivious, smiling and groaning as he waited for the sauna. He was the closest thing Indi had ever had to a willing meal.
Indi slowly crawled along the bed, his belly growing as he tucked more and more of Tycho away within it. Towards the end Tycho was giggling and telling Indi to stop tickling him. The happy, dopey look never left his eyes, and his head was gently nudged into Indi’s mouth and swallowed.
Slowly Indi rolled over, trying not to jostle Tycho too much. Though he was still content to eat him, he didn’t want the experience to be a painful one. There’d be no teasing or gloating tonight. Tycho shifted a little, getting into a comfortable position and settling in. With the jumpsuit speakers active, he could chat with Indi directly, as if there weren’t a few layers of fat in between them.
“Whoa, this is a small sauna. But very...very soft.”
Indi smiled at his belly, imagining Tycho curled up within, probably almost face-first against his gut. “It’s perfect for one. Though I’ve managed to fit at least five in before. Just takes effort and a bit of wrangling.”
“Heh, too bad the other guys aren’t here to enjoy it.”
“I’ll make sure to introduce them all to it eventually, I promise,” Indi said.
“Not sure Raf will fit. Even if you shove hard he might just get stuck!” Tycho chuckled. “Though he might be happy sweating out all that weight.”
Indi’s grin widened. “Oh I’ll make Raf fit. And slim him down, too.”
“You’d have to be a miracle worker to pull that off!” Tycho laughed again.
They talked for quite a while longer, until Tycho inevitably passed out. Only then did the text above his face shot on Indi’s jumpsuit switch from “Occupant” to “Storing”, and his transformation into zebra fat began.
Indi let out a happy sigh as he closed his eyes, a hoof massaging his gut. Tycho might’ve made a good friend, but he’d certainly made an amazing meal.
Having already eaten two lions, Indi decides to stuff and eat Tycho next...
Eating the Pride: Part 2
By: Indi
The buffet was the largest restaurant on the starliner Columbia, and the most popular. With a wide selection of options, it was also the natural place for larger groups to meet.
Tycho, August, Vex, and Raf were all sitting at a fairly spacious table, plates and glasses filled.
“So, are we just not gonna talk about Rico and Stelios being missing?” Tycho said, pushing his food around his plate with a fork. “No one’s seen them since the first night, and they’re not answering their phones or knocks at their cabin.”
Across the table, August stifled a belch as he ate. His plate was loaded with food, despite the fact his belly was bulging and bouncing. “Eh, their one night stands probably just ended up becoming more permanent than expected.” He gave his middle a teasing push.
Tycho frowned at how casually August was writing off their friends. And at how Vex and Raf didn’t seem to care much, either. Admittedly he wasn’t that close to either Rico or Stelios, but the thought of them getting eaten still made him feel bad. “Well you could at least pretend to care a little,” he mumbled.
“I care, I just don’t think there’s a reason to mope about it,” August said, having nearly finished off his whole plate of food. “People get eaten all the time, you get used to it. I mean, you certainly didn’t get fat overnight on catering.”
Tycho blushed. While he’d started the cruise off thin, he was now fairly doughy only three days in. “I didn’t do it on purpose! When I’m drunk everyone just assumes I’m worse at poker, and they always up the stakes to losers get eaten, and of course that ends with me having the rest of the table in my gut.” There was a mix of pride and embarrassment in his voice. He wasn’t as voracious as August, but he did indulge on occasion—and sometimes accidentally overindulge. Though he’d been quite drunk, he could still remember getting rolled out of the casino on a cart, beached atop his towering middle as four prey wiggled within. “And at least I didn’t eat a random waiter while grabbing perfectly good food.”
Unfortunately for Tycho, August was utterly shameless about his gluttony. The chimera slapped his gut and burped. “He wasn’t a random waiter, he was a tasty one. I wanted to make sure I kept my word about eating one person a day while here, and so far I’m three for three. Might even be able to snag a second one today if the first digests fast enough.” The mention of digestion caused his belly to shake harder.
“Dude you’re gonna be fatter than Raf by the end of the cruise if you keep this up!” Vex laughed. He hadn’t indulged or gorged, and was just as thin as ever.
“I doubt it. Raf’s still managing to gain weight just eating mundane food.” August grinned and looked the massive grump’s way. “Wouldn’t be surprised if he doubles in size.”
Raf growled. The act caused his belly to jiggle, and once he noticed he immediately stopped, blushing. He had put on a noticeable amount of weight, all because of his nearly non-stop grazing on free food. He’d never been good at keeping his appetite in check. “Stupid fattening cruise food. I swear even these salads are calorie bombs.”
No one bothered pointing out that Raf’s salad bowl was enormous. Or that he’d doused it in dressing. Or that he was likely to go for seconds, thirds, and maybe even fourths. Sometimes it was best to just let the grumbly feline fatten himself.
Later in the afternoon, Indi was prowling the casino.
Eating both Rico and Stelios had plumped the blue zebra up well, and he was sporting a nice, round ball gut. He could feel his belly jiggling more as he walked. It also filled out chairs more, and pushed into tables earlier than expected. But of course he didn’t feel nearly fat enough. The four remaining lions on his cruise menu would help with that, though.
Indi had spent the previous day skimming through Rico and Stelios’ phones, trying to learn as much about his future meals as possible. He’d discovered the one named Tycho was fond of both drinking and gambling, so he’d decided to check out the casino for a bit and hope to get lucky. If that didn’t work out, then he could visit the pools, where Vex was likely to be.
The leads were good, but the starliner was huge, so there was no guarantee of finding either lion. But after only a half hour of wandering, Indi caught sight of Tycho’s curly mane.
The lion was laughing and perhaps even flirting with the thick anaconda dealing at his blackjack table. The anaconda’s vest was open, leaving his squirming gut exposed. No doubt it contained a cheating customer—or perhaps just one who made a bad bet he couldn’t win. For a second Indi wondered if Tycho had similar preferences to Stelios and was just into the anaconda’s belly, but the closer he got to the table the more obvious it was that Tycho was drunk. And that he was vaguely flirting with everyone there.
Seeing an opportunity, Indi slid onto the stool next to Tycho and got dealt in. He thought the lion looked fatter than in the photos he’d seen on the phone’s of his friends-turned-pudge. Fate was blessing him with fattening prey.
It only took a few rounds for Indi to realize Tycho excelled at gambling—or at least blackjack—and gain his attention.
“You’re a natural,” Indi laughed as Tycho won again. “The right cards always seem to fly your way.”
“It’s all luck! And knowing when to take risks.” Tycho grinned, then looked at the dealer’s gut, which wasn’t wiggling anymore. “Or when to avoid them. Though I’m sure our stuffed friend here doesn’t mind the occasional reckless gambler.”
The anaconda smiled back. “I’ve yet to go hungry on the job. And I’ve still got room for more if anyone would like to test their luck with a high-stakes bet.”
Indi and Tycho both politely turned down the offer, along with the others at the table.
“Well I’ve still been doing better at this table than everywhere else these last two days,” Indi lied. “Maybe your luck’s rubbing off on me.”
“Maybe. I’ll gladly stick around if that’s what it takes to keep ya in the green tonight,” Tycho said.
“If you’re willing, I’d love the help. But at least let me pay for it with food and drink.”
Tycho agreed, and Indi made a sizable order ostensibly for them to share. Of course Indi only nibbled on the food and sipped at the drinks, ensuring the bulk of it ended up in Tycho. Already drunk, the lion was easily encouraged to glut, guzzle, and gossip. His small belly gradually swelled as time passed, filling up on the free feast he was tricked into eating. Indi eyed his rounding middle with glee, ecstatic over how stuffable Tycho was proving to be. He was amazed he’d been so thin to begin with.
Their conversation drifted aimlessly from gambling to hobbies to friends. All on his own Tycho revealed two of his companions had been eaten, even jokingly asking if Indi had snacked on any lions lately. Indi lied of course, claiming he’d merely had a crocodile for dinner the previous day. From there Indi learned of Tycho’s ridiculous feast, and how odd he felt not being slim anymore.
“There’s nothing wrong with being chubby. Or plump.” Tycho was eying Indi’s middle when he said the last word. “It’s just that my friends are terrible influences on my waistline, and I’d blow up like Raf if they had their way!”
He seemed somewhat oblivious to just how large his own belly had become. He was bigger than Indi, though his size would be mostly temporary. Indi couldn’t help but imagine Tycho gaining more and more weight until he was as fat as Raf, who he’d gotten glimpses of. It was a shame Tycho was next on the menu, as Indi was convinced he’d look even more handsome if he weighed a quarter of a ton.
The pair meandered between various games, Tycho’s belly blimping in between each. When they made their way back to the blackjack table a couple hours later Tycho was cradling his middle in both paws, ridiculously drunk but in a wonderful mood. He was barely able to get onto a stool, and his gut threatened to take up the spot his cards would be.
The anaconda was rather amused at his overindulgence. “I’m offering the glutton’s gamble again, if anyone would like the chance to win big. Success means multiplying your winnings by ten, while failure means a trip down my gullet.”
His offer got plenty of laughs. With his belly still bulging, most of the gamblers were weary enough to turn him down. Only a drunk, portly fox accepted.
A couple rounds later the fox was halfway down the anaconda’s throat, and Indi felt Tycho’s preparations were complete. “You’ve had an amazing run, Tycho, but why don’t we take a break. I promise my room’s cozy and quiet.”
Tycho nodded. “That sounds—bworrrp—sounds good.” He groaned a little as he got back up, his belly sloshing and swaying.
Indi finished watching the dealer gorge before turning back to Tycho and smiling. He ushered the stuffed lion to his cabin, taking the shortest route possible so they weren’t spotted by his friends. When they arrived at the cabin Tycho nearly passed out on the bed, his round belly pointing towards the ceiling. He made a pitiful attempt to sit up, but gave up swiftly.
Indi ogled the engorged lion, who looked both utterly helpless and filling. Part of him wanted to pounce his prey right away, to just scarf him down on the spot so he could feel his belly swell. But another part just wanted to snuggle up to the lion and maybe feed him even more.
The afternoon of gambling and glutting had been far more enjoyable than expected. Indi got along well with Tycho, and could see the two of them becoming friends, or maybe even more given enough time. The lion was cute and funny and had an enviable appetite.
Indi knew it could never work out in the end, though. There was no way Tycho would allow Indi to eat his delicious-looking friends, and resisting the temptation to do so would be impossible. Any fling they had would be brief, and end up with Tycho stewing in his stomach regardless. He was better off taking the plunge now.
“Hey Tycho, want to try the sauna?” Indi asked as he approached the bed, his stomach growling in anticipation.
Tycho couldn’t see over the peak of his belly, but gave a thumbs up. “Sounds—buh-urrrrrrp—great!”
“Alright, I’ll slide ya in. It might feel a bit cramped but I’m sure you’ll get used to it eventually.”
The lion barely budged when his footpaws were grabbed and swallowed. He didn’t shout or ask what was happening as his legs were gulped up. Even when his belly was being squeezed into Indi’s maw he remained oblivious, smiling and groaning as he waited for the sauna. He was the closest thing Indi had ever had to a willing meal.
Indi slowly crawled along the bed, his belly growing as he tucked more and more of Tycho away within it. Towards the end Tycho was giggling and telling Indi to stop tickling him. The happy, dopey look never left his eyes, and his head was gently nudged into Indi’s mouth and swallowed.
Slowly Indi rolled over, trying not to jostle Tycho too much. Though he was still content to eat him, he didn’t want the experience to be a painful one. There’d be no teasing or gloating tonight. Tycho shifted a little, getting into a comfortable position and settling in. With the jumpsuit speakers active, he could chat with Indi directly, as if there weren’t a few layers of fat in between them.
“Whoa, this is a small sauna. But very...very soft.”
Indi smiled at his belly, imagining Tycho curled up within, probably almost face-first against his gut. “It’s perfect for one. Though I’ve managed to fit at least five in before. Just takes effort and a bit of wrangling.”
“Heh, too bad the other guys aren’t here to enjoy it.”
“I’ll make sure to introduce them all to it eventually, I promise,” Indi said.
“Not sure Raf will fit. Even if you shove hard he might just get stuck!” Tycho chuckled. “Though he might be happy sweating out all that weight.”
Indi’s grin widened. “Oh I’ll make Raf fit. And slim him down, too.”
“You’d have to be a miracle worker to pull that off!” Tycho laughed again.
They talked for quite a while longer, until Tycho inevitably passed out. Only then did the text above his face shot on Indi’s jumpsuit switch from “Occupant” to “Storing”, and his transformation into zebra fat began.
Indi let out a happy sigh as he closed his eyes, a hoof massaging his gut. Tycho might’ve made a good friend, but he’d certainly made an amazing meal.
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