Voretober Day 11 - Rotund
…okay so getting caught up didn't work out how I hoped. This time I can blame my poor sleep schedule a little bit but still, not what I was hoping to have happen. Anyway! I'm still at it either way, and this is an idea that I had fun with! I have done something with pred C.hunter and prey C.hunter but this one is featuring my favorite kind of C.hunter…flustered observer. Featuring his friends as well as Kudzu and Daxton because I really, really like those two and this is my story so I get to do whatever I want.
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Going to Southwest Adventures was meant to be a way for Chase and his friends to enjoy a full day together as a group having fun and hanging out. Since it’d been so long since they’d been able to, it had seemed like a good idea...at the time. The first hiccup that should have told Chase something was going to happen was they picked up a couple of extras.
Kudzu, Leo’s neighbor, was invited along by the wolf because he heard that he’d never been when talking to him about it. And Daxton, Flynn’s roommate, basically begged him to let him come along (although Daxton denied this when Flynn told the story). So already, the trip was no longer just about the core friend group. This would feed into the next issue...too many cooks in the kitchen.
Trying to corral six people into sticking together and doing the same thing all day was already asking for a lot. Making it eight, with two of them having no real reason to want to stick together, ended up making it impossible. They were able to get through one ride on one rollercoaster before things fell apart. The ride freaked out TJ and made Carl sick, and any chance at keeping the group together fell apart with two outside voices to make their point.
Chase missed the entire conversation that resulted in everyone splitting apart. He’d been getting something to help Carl settle his stomach and got stuck waiting in line. By the time he’d returned to the bench everyone had been gathered around, everyone was gone, including Carl. Chase sighs through his nose in annoyance and slowly chugs down the overpriced cup of ginger ale he had gotten. It feels like nothing is capable of going right...
After drinking the ginger ale and throwing the cup away, Chase sulks off to find his friends. The issue with that is how big the park is. They could be standing in line for another ride, watching a show, playing games, or...
“At the food court,” Chase murmurs to himself. That seems like the most obvious place for at least one of his friends to go, so he starts walking to make his way there. He had plans to chew his friends out for ditching him like that when he got there.
...those thoughts end up completely leaving his mind once he does reach the food court. Only three people from the group are there--Carl, Flynn, and Daxton. It seems like Carl has already gotten over his stomach issues because a pizza box was sitting in the middle of the table, open and half empty. But it wasn’t only pizza that they’ve been eating.
“Mm?” Flynn perks up, the first one to notice Chase has shown up. A twitching fox’s tail is poking out of his muzzle, but a slurp and a gulp sucks it down, sending the last of the guy sloshing into the gila monster's stomach. “There you are, muskshit. Was starting to wonder if you got lost or something.”
“...uh...” Chase can’t seem to think of anything to say, just staring at Flynn...at all of them, actually. It wasn’t just Flynn. Carl and Daxton had full, round guts as well. It looked plenty natural on Carl, who was still inhaling pizza even as his guts churned wetly while sticking out of his hoodie. Daxton seemed a lot more awkward with his stomach, trying to keep it hidden under the table but having trouble with it.
“Heeeey, dude,” Carl says with a big grin. He’s leaning over to grab another slice of pizza, squashing his gut against the table. “BWWWWAAAAAAARRRRRRRRPPPPPP!!!!” A raunchy belch rumbles out of him thanks to the pressure, but that doesn’t seem to stop him at all from grabbing another slice.
“Ugh..!” Daxton, who was sitting across from him, recoils and puts a hand over his nose. “Carl, gross! At least cover your mouth or something!’
“Heh, sorry, dudeman.” Carl grins in a way that doesn’t make him look very sorry. He opens wide and shovels the entire slice of pizza into his jaws, lazily chewing it up.
“If you want a slice of pizza, better grab it now before the fatass sucks it down,” Flynn advises as he watches Chase. “Though, I wouldn’t eat any of the food here.” He drums his fingers on his stomach. “...well, not the kind you have to pay for, anyway.”
“...uuuh...” Chase blinks and shakes his head. “What...What uh...happened? You guys uh...”
“Carl got his appetite back...” Daxton says with a sigh, rubbing the sides of his stomach with both hands. “And he made it the problem of the guy standing in line in front of him...”
“He was taking too long!” Carl whines, pressing his hooves into his gut to smoosh the poor bastard whose only crime was ordering food while Carl was hungry.
“The guy’s buddies didn’t take that excuse very well,” Flynn adds. “And you know how fatass gets when he’s being confronted. So Dax and I had to be good friends and defuse the situation.”
“Defuse..?” Daxton repeats with a dubious look. “That’s what I was trying to do when you shoved that guy into my mouth.”
Flynn smirks. “Hey, it worked, didn’t it?”
Chase swallows and looks away, thankful that no one actually called him out on his blushing. How the hell is he already dealing with his friends’ constant gluttony? Ugh...and worst yet is that he can’t even complain. He wants to change the subject.
“H-Hey, so, where...is everyone else?” Chase asks. “Speaking of which...ditching me was not cool. I thought we were supposed to be doing this together.”
Flynn scoffs and crosses his arms. “Teej was still being a baby after the rollercoaster so he and shitbird went off somewhere to calm him down. Then Leo was being a jackass about that and his neighbor distracted him by playing some games. That’s about when fatass decided he needed a refill on his upchuck.”
Chase sighs and rubs the back of his neck. That makes it sound like they all just forgot about him and ditched him. “Right...I guess I’ll go check on Leo and Kudzu then. I’ll be right back.” Just so he can get away from all of these...round, full guts...
The carnival games aren’t too far from the food court, so Chase makes his way there. Even if things between him and Leo are still kind of awkward, it’s probably better than sitting around those three gluttons. What are the chances that--
GLLRK! GLLRP! GLLLLRCH!
Chase’s ears twitch as he hears the telltale sounds of somebody being swallowed whole. He looks over and immediately blushes bright. He sees Leo and Kudzu standing together, both of them sporting large, full guts. The former has his head tossed back, slurping down the kicking legs of a calico, while the latter has his arms crossed and almost seems annoyed.
“That’s the third one,” Kudzu sighs, his tail twitching behind him in annoyance. “How are we supposed to play the games if everyone running them is dead?”
“Mmf...Gllll-GLRRP! Hooo...I’m not the only one who ate, though, mapache~” After wetly gulping down the cat’s twitching feet, Leo grins and tauts Kudzu. He taps the top of the raccoon’s stomach a few times, making it lurch as his prey thrashing weakly.
“BWWOOouurp!!!” A bubbling belch gets Kudzu by surprise. He blushes darkly and covers his mouth for a moment, his tail swishing some more. He huffs softly and looks away. “...he got me by surprise, that’s all. I told you I don’t do very well with crowds...”
“Yeah, well--oh! Chula!” Leo perks up mid sentence, a big grin stretching over his muzzle as he spots Chase standing there and gawking. “There you are!”
“Uh...hey...” Chase says, half-heartedly waving to the two of them. He’s trying not to stare but something tells him looking off into the distance isn’t any more subtle. “I thought you two were playing games..?”
“We were,” Kudzu says. “But Leo’s not very good at them so--”
“Hey, these games are rigged!” Leo quickly interjects. “They’re basically scammers, so they know what they were doing!”
“...so he ate the workers running the stalls,” Kudzu finishes. “And I’ve been trying to convince him to give it up before we get caught.”
That...explains why Leo’s gut is so big. There must be three...four people in it? It’s hard to count since Chase can’t really tell which bulges belong to which person and their muffled voices overlap with each other as well as the low churning of Leo’s guts.
Leo grins as he seems to notice Chase’s staring. “Well, what do you think, chula? These guys were definitely asking for it, right?” He thumps his stomach with his fist, getting a muffled cry from whoever he just hit.
“Uh...yeah--I mean!” Chase blinks and shakes his head. “Leo, you’re going to get us in trouble if you eat the staff. Let’s just...regroup with the others, alright?”
Leo pouts slightly, his ears folding back. “But I was trying to win a prize for you...”
“Chase is right, let’s go before we get caught,” Kudzu sighs. The raccoon puts a hand on Leo’s shoulder to guide him along, forcing the wolf to trudge off towards the food court.
Chase sighs to himself and rubs his face a few times. Why does he always have to get stuck dealing with this..? Being almost always surrounded by full guts at college has been one thing...but even here with his friends? He feels like he won’t make it at this rate. His face is just going to heat up until his head explodes or something...
After calming himself down and returning to the food court, he offers to go find Sydney and TJ. If anything, it’ll at least give him time to clear his head some more. And there’s no way Syd ate anyone with TJ around...
Since they were last seen heading to the outdoor amphitheater to watch one of the shows, Chase made his way there to look around. There’s a bit of a crowd but the seats are mostly empty, which makes it easy for Chase to see that the two of them aren’t there.
“Maybe they went to get on a ride or something...didn’t Sydney want to get on that swinging pirate ship?” Chase murmurs to himself. He’s starting to walk away, figuring that was a good enough place to check next, when he notices a familiar otter tail slipping through the door of a bathroom. “Ah...”
Chase quickly hurries over to catch up. He opens the door to the bathroom, a wall blocking off his look into the rest of the room. But he can hear just fine...and right now, thick gurgling sounds are echoing around the room along with voices.
“C’mon, Teej, are you seriously going to just hide in there the whole time?” Sydney asks.
“M-Maybe!” TJ stammers. “I mean...no, just...wh-what are the others going to think?”
“They’re probably going to think you finally grew a pair,” Sydney snorts. “Unless you spend the rest of the day hiding in a bathroom stall, anyway.”
TJ makes a little noise and mumbles something. Chase finally slips into the bathroom and looks around the wall.
Sydney is the only one he sees, standing in front of a closed bathroom stall that TJ is presumably hiding in. Sydney’s stomach is hanging free from his shirt, burbling and bulging with live meat. He’s got his hands in his pockets, focused on the stall. He only notices Chase when he catches movement in the mirror from the corner of his eye. He looks over with a wide grin.
“Hey, look who showed up to perv on guys in the bathroom!” Syd says.
Chase scoffs and looks away, blushing brightly. At least he can blame the teasing on it. “Shut up, Sydney. I was just coming to check on you and Teej. Everyone’s waiting at the food court.”
“O-Oh, um, hi, Chase!” TJ says. “We’ll um...be there soon! I’m just...dealing with...s-something...”
Sydney rolls his eyes slightly. “Right...hey, Chase, watch this.” He flashes a big grin before looking away again. He moves to stand right in front of the door. After a few seconds, he thrusts himself forward. His large gut slams hard into the stall door and the cheap lock fails as it swings open.
“BWWWWWWWAAAAAARRRRRRPPPPP!!!!” Sydney lets out a harsh belch as he quickly steps aside, still grinning wide. “Ahhh...that feels better.”
“Eep!” TJ quickly covers his face with his paws as if that will hide him. “S-Sydney, why would you do that?! Wh-What if my pants were down?!”
“Not like we’d be able to see anything with that boulder you’ve got hanging off of you!” Sydney retorts with a grin.
He was right. TJ’s stomach was heavily bloated, smothering his lap and hiding his legs. It’s resting on the floor and pressed against the walls, the stall barely big enough to hold it all and still have the door open. Chase’s blushing worsens when he sees it. He gawks at the sight, mouth hanging open. He’s never seen the lynx so...w-well, he’s never seen TJ eat anyone period!
“H-How many did he..?” Chase asks.
Syd flashes a big grin and chuckles. “He downed three people before he ran in here to hide. I think he ate faster than Carl does!”
“Th-That’s not true!” TJ says quickly, unhiding his face so he can argue back. “I mean...the amount is right, but...l-look, it was an accident, I was just hungry and then...and then his boyfriend showed up and tried to pull him out and...then I tried to hide and all the stalls were full so...”
...Chase really can’t believe TJ just went and did something like that. He was always the one to find the whole idea of eating people uncomfortable or gross. Maybe college really does change people.
“...wait, so, what about you?” Chase asks, looking at Sydney again.
“Huh? Oh, I just felt like eating~” Sydney grins wide and flexes to show off. The bigger otter’s stomach sloshes back and forth with squirms as it clenches down on whoever was in there. “And, y’know, figured Teej would feel less weird if he wasn’t the only one that ate.”
“I-I said you didn’t need to...” TJ mumbles, lowering his head.
Chase clears his throat and looks away. “Uh...well, you didn’t really have to worry about that. He isn’t.”
Getting the two of them to come back to the food court after that was easy enough. Sydney found the entire thing hilarious, and Flynn and Carl both teased TJ enough that he nearly ran off to hide in another bathroom stall. Leo was trying to get their trip back on track and figure out what all they could get done while still full, with Daxton and Kudzu constantly interrupting.
Chase was silent the entire time, sitting there and trying to look inconspicuous. But...he really can’t help himself. Surrounded by so many large, round, gurgling stomachs that are mercilessly breaking down their prey while everyone casually chats among themselves...it’s driving him crazy. His mind wanders quickly, wondering what it would be like to rub them all, to listen to them work, to be smothered and pinned under so many stomachs at once...
“What do you think, chula?” Leo asks.
“H-Huh?” Chase jolts, stirring from his daydreams by Leo’s voice. “What? Sorry, I...I wasn’t listening.”
“Pfft, you were listening to something,” Syd teases with a wide grin.
“We were thinking of getting on some of the less restricting rides for now and seeing about trying a few more rollercoasters later,” Kudzu says. “It’ll be a bit before any of us can fit on one...and the lines might be shorter by then.”
“Ah, sure, yeah, that’s...whatever. Uh, I mean, I’m up for whatever.” Chase coughs into his fist, realizing how badly he’s tripping over himself. God, the last thing he wants is for any of his friends to realize how badly this is messing with him.
“Then it’s decided!” Leo says with a smile. “It’s not exactly the exciting day I had planned but it should be fine.”
Chase can feel Sydney still staring at him even as the conversation turns away from him. He feels like that’s a bad sign.
The rest of the afternoon is taken up by doing whatever rides could possibly accommodate people with large, churning stomachs. That mostly meant a lot of rides that spun around or went up and down. So Chase found himself constantly being smooshed against one or more stomachs or taking a wet belch to the face. He wanted to think they were accidents and they probably were sometimes...but Chase has caught Sydney whispering to people every so often and then looking at him...
By the time the afternoon was turning into evening, most everyone’s guts had shrunken considerably. They were still large, but much rounder and sloshier than before, burbling over thick slurry rather than solid meat. It meant that they could fit on more rides more easily. But it also meant...
“Mmf...HHUUUUUUWWWWWWWRRRRRRRPPPPPP!!!!” Chase flinches as Carl turns to the side and blasts a greasy belch right into his ear. Literally everyone has done that to him at least once by now, even TJ, but the otter is starting to figure out when it’s an accident and when it isn’t...that time definitely isn’t.
“Haaa...” Carl huffs in Chase’s face after that with a satisfied grin. “That felt good to let out...was worried that last ride made me sick or something! Guess it was just gas.” He pats his stomach a few times, making it slosh wetly.
Chase wonders for a moment if that meant Carl was going to throw up on him if it wasn’t gas...then quickly decides he’d rather not think about it. “Good for you...do you mind aiming those things elsewhere, though?”
Flynn snorts on the other side of Chase. “You don’t seem like you mind it at all, muskshit. You were blushing pretty hard when you smacked into Dax on that spinning car ride and he belched in your face.”
Even just mentioning that makes Chase blush again. “I-I did not! And why were you even watching me in the first place?!” He finally pushes away from the two of them, scoffing. It feels like everyone has been staring at him more...
“Hey, you three,” Kudzu calls out as he walks over. “The park’s going to be closing soon so Leo says it’s time to go. They should already be heading to the van.”
“They left without us..?” Chase asks. Well, he’d been in line with Flynn and Carl for a little while getting this last ride in, so it makes some sense. “That’s fine, I’m getting pretty tired anyway.”
The four of them head out together, exiting the park and returning to the parking lot. As they approach Leo’s van, Flynn claps a hand on the back of Chase’s shoulder to guide him to the back. “Hey, since you’re the skinny one now, you can sit in the back.”
“What? Ugh, okay...” Chase has no idea what Flynn is even talking about, but he doesn’t feel like arguing about it. He doesn’t notice the three of them standing right behind him as he opens the back of Leo’s van. As soon as he opens the doors, he’s shoved hard from behind and yelps as he tumbles into the back of the van.
Instead of smacking into the hard floor or the back of a seat, Chase lands on several warm, squishy things. Grumbling to himself, he lifts his head and sees that he’s facing...several stomachs. He blinks and looks up, seeing Leo, Sydney, TJ, and Daxton all sitting so their stomachs are pressed together.
“Wha--” Before Chase can fully process it, he’s shoved on again from behind so the other three can sandwich him in from the back. It’s an awkward and tight fit, but that’s clearly the point, as it leaves Chase smooshed between seven different stomachs all at once. Every time he wiggles or shifts, he presses into a different once, and they’re all burbling and churning deeply in his ears.
“Ha, see, I told you he was into it!” Sydney says with a big grin. “Look at how red he’s getting!”
“...isn’t this kinda weird..?” Daxton says with a sheepish smile. “Uh, I mean, no offense to Chase or anything but...”
“Oh, it’s just a joke,” Flynn says with a smirk. “But hey, if he starts offering some free rubs...”
“I can’t believe I let you all talk me into this...” Kudzu huffs, blushing just a little. “How long are we gonna be doing this?”
“Just a little bit longer!’ Leo reassures. “Look how happy he is!”
“Heh, I can feel how happy he is,” Carl says. “Pretty sure that’s not his tail poking me, anyway...”
“At least this isn’t the mean kind of prank...” TJ says with an awkward expression. “Chase won’t be mad, right?”
“Look at him!” Sydney says, gesturing to the otter smooshed in the center. “Does he look mad?”
...Chase wasn’t listening to anything anyone was saying. The only thing he could hear were all those wet, sloppy noises of full stomachs working hard. He’s never going to be able to live this down...but at least for a moment, it feels like bliss.