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With the birds chirping, Zakar stirs in his sleep. He opens his eyes to the bright late morning sun. Despite the two things waking him up, he grabs his alarm clock and throws it against the wall, cracking it open like an egg. "Stupid thing, never waking me up." The tiger stretches his form and scratches his growing gut. Zakar had been eating more and more lately and he wasn't likely to stop, the stretch marks alongside it as evidence of his growth.

The tiger gets up from his bed and changes out of his underwear and into his casual clothes. His shirt rides up his stomach, exposing it to all. "Might be time for clothes shopping," ponders Zakar, rubbing his chin. The tiger leaves his bedroom and into his combination of a living room, dining room, and kitchen. His apartment only had three rooms, but it was a nice place. Brown carpeting and black and white checkerboard wallpaper decorated the place along with a black couch, an HD TV, and a white kitchen.

Zakar walks to the fridge and opens it. There's nothing inside except for the usual condiments of mustard and ketchup. "Guess I'm ordering in today." He grabs the landline in the kitchen and dials 1-800-LET-DINE. "Hello. I'd like to order an extra large meat lovers pizza." Zakar gives the place his address, his card information, and he hangs up the phone. The tiger walks to the couch and turns the TV on to watch some daytime soap opera.

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About thirty minutes, Zakar's doorbell rings. He wakes up from his slumber; the soap opera had ended a while ago. He turns the TV off. "Daytime TV sucks anyway." The tiger gets off the couch and heads for the door. He opens it and sees a white tiger in a Let's Dine! outfit, decorated in an orange shirt, khaki pants, and an orange baseball hat with LD written on it.

"Here's your piz-," the tiger cuts himself off, staring and bushing at the exposed orange tiger's striped stomach. "Um, pizza!" The tiger feels his face burning, turning into a light shade of pink.

Zakar smiles and tilts his head in amusement. He pats his shorts but feels nothing in his pockets. "Oh, the money is inside. Why don't you come in?"

"I, uh, have other deliveries I need to take care of, I'll wait here." The white tiger looks over to his car, it's running and possibly filled with other orders.

"Nonsense! I'm sure they'll understand if you're a few minutes behind." Zakar steps aside and walks to his room. He glances back and sees the white tiger enter and take his hat off, fanning himself to calm his reaction. He makes himself comfy on the couch, spreading his legs and leaning into the sofa. Zakar closes the door to his room and gets his wallet out of his drawer. "I wonder how far I can go with this guy. I'm sure he'd love to join this belly." Zakar rubs over his belly and fishes out a twenty.

Zakar emerges from his bedroom and walks to the fellow tiger, making sure to take slow steps, jiggling his mass. "What's your name?"

"Aren." Aren's eyes stayed glued on Zakar, but it wasn't the tiger's face he was focusing on. He's staring at the big, jiggly stomach as Zakar strolls to the couch and joins Aren on it.

"Well, Aren, my name is Zakar. How long can you stay?" Zakar scoots closer to Aren. He places his paw on his belly and rubs it, making it shake like jell-o.

The white tiger follows Zakar's paw, the blush on his face growing into a darker shade of pink. "N-not much longer. I-I-I-I have other deliveries to make."

Zakar scoots closer, pinning Aren against the end of the couch with his belly. "I'd like you to stay forever."

"B-but I can't! People are counting on me!" Aren looks at the exit and tries to scoot away, his back presses against the arm of the couch.

"You don't get a say in the matter." With that, Zakar opens his mouth. His belly growls deep and Aren turns to look at the orange tiger. He stares into the pink, drooling flesh as Zakar lunges at Aren, taking his head inside. Shocked, Aren struggles and puts his paws on either side of Zakar's head. He fails to pry himself away as Zakar swallows and claims Aren's head in his throat, pinning the white tiger's arms against his body as Zakar claims Aren's shoulders and chest.

Zakar rubs the bulge in his throat. The tiger licks over Aren's work uniform, tasting the faint pizza smell still on him from the other deliveries in his car. Zakar rips Aren's shirt off and tastes the cookie and cream fur residing on him, drooling in anticipation for his big meal. Inside the throat, the white tiger could hear the soothing heart beat of his predator, but it wasn't soothing for him! Aren screams as Zakar swallows him down.

Working in Aren's chest and belly, Zakar entices more of the white tiger's flavor from his fur. He dampens the belly fluff with his tongue, causing Aren to laugh out and move about in his tight space. Zakar swallows and rubs his stomach, feeling Aren's head poking into the small sack. Aren moves his head around, looking at the pink insides and noticing the smell from last's dinner of pizza and a hint of a fox. He blushes, feeling his pants slide off his striped legs and feels himself spilling out more into Zakar's stomach as his butt enters.

Zakar teases the white tiger's butt, licking at each cheek and occasionally in between them. He swallows down the matted cheeks and brings in the white tiger's thighs. Inside, Aren curls up along the fleshy walls, shivering as his thighs are teased and coating in the same drool that sent him down here with ease. Zakar tilts his head back to allow gravity to help him claim the tiger. He watches as the wiggling stripes toes descend into his mouth. He closes around the beans and swallows.

Aren hugs his body close, waiting for the rest of his body to join him in the cramped space, going to give Zakar more of a belly than he already has. Zakar rubs over his girth as it rumbles over its wiggling meal.

"BURRRRRRPPPP!"

Zakar's house shakes like a tiny earthquake hit. His stomach shakes with fear as it slowly shrinks due to lack of air. He pats it and squats down, picking up Aren's torn uniform. He waddles to his bedroom and tosses the uniform on the pile of other Let's Dine! outfits. "How they haven't found out is beyond me." Zakar walks back to the couch and jiggles his belly around, playing with the new mass. The large tiger yawns and rests against the couch, falling asleep.

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It must have been about two hours later when Zakar wakes up from his little nap, the afternoon sun shining through the windows. A phone is ringing, but it's not his own. He glances towards his bedroom door and sees a faint dim light coming from it. He stands up from the couch and almost loses his balance, putting one foot forward and a paw on his belly. "Oh yeah, that tiger came by and-" he was cut off by his own thought by the pounding on the front door.

Zakar waddles to the door and opens it. On the other stands a black and blue western dragon with a broken right horn. Using his muscle gut, he shoves Zakar out of the way and into his apartment. "Hey, you can't just come in without asking." The dragon looks around and follows the sound of the phone ringing from earlier. He barges into Zakar's bedroom and grabs Aren's work uniform. He digs through the pants and pulls out the white tiger's phone.

The dragon stomps back to the tiger and shoves Aren's phone in his face. On the screen says WULF IS CALLING with a picture of the dragon standing in front of Zakar. "Where is he?" demanded Wulf." Zakar shrugs his head. His belly gurgles and a small burp escapes from the tiger's lips. Wulf rushes the tiger and pins him against the wall. Their bellies smoosh and jiggle against each other, more so Zakar's than Wulf's. "You will release him!"

"No can do, sorry! A meal fit for the growing king of the jungle." Zakar licks his lips, tasting the faint cookies and cream flavor from earlier. Wulf pulls his right paw back and aims for Zakar's face, but the tiger opens his mouth at the last minute and captures the bandage wrapped fist. Wulf attempts to pull away, but Zakar swallows his prey. He licks over the dragon's forearm, tasting blackberries and blueberries combined. Wulf grabs onto Zakar's shoulder, but the tiger's grip was too strong and swallows the dragon's shoulder down.

Zakar opens his mouth wide and takes in Wulf's head. The dragon's face a mix of shock and fear as his head is taken inside. Zakar licks between the dragon's eyes, sampling more of the blueberry and blackberry combination. He swallows down Wulf's head and rubs the throat bulge. It's bigger than Aren's but just as satisfying to feel. Wulf hears the same heartbeat Aren heard, but instead of being soothed or frightened, he shouts angrily. "Let me out of here you fatty!"

Zakar shakes his head and stuffs in Wulf's chest and left shoulder. Zakar is grateful for the topless dragon, tasting his bare chest and drooling over it as he grooves his tongue over each scale. Wulf thrashes around inside the fleshy tube. He tries scrapping his horn against Zakar, but it fails. The slick walls of Zakar's throat massage around him and send him further down to the opening to the tiger's stomach as half of his gut enters the gaping mouth.

Wulf's head presses into the tiger's stomach. He sees the same pink walls that occupied his tiger friend earlier, but it's bigger than before. He looks at the bottom of the stomach and sees the crescent moon necklace that adorned Aren's chest. Wulf furrowed his brow and thrashes around as he touches the bottom of the stomach, feeling his own passing through Zakar's mouth.

The tiger massages the lump in his throat as he pulls the dark blue jean pants off the dragon, throwing them on his couch as the thick legs enter his drooling mouth. He licks over each muscle, tracing each bulge with his tongue. He tilts his head back again to allow gravity to help him. He snaps his mouth shut around Wulf's bandaged feet and swallows, rubbing the lump in his throat as his stomach doubles its size, being about three times as big as he was this morning.

Wulf curls up in the tiger's stomach. He thrashes around, striking and punching the fleshy walls surrounding him. Zakar holds his stomach close, it gurgles as the dragon keeps fighting his fate.

"BURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPP!"

Another loud burp escapes from the tiger, shaking his and two neighboring apartments by him. Zakar pats his stomach and waddles over to the couch. Wulf punches and kicks from inside, toppling over Zakar onto the floor and onto his stomach. "Hey, that could have hurt me!" The landing blow knocked Wulf out, calming down the tiger's stomach. Instead of getting up, Zakar rolls around until he gets to the couch. He grasps the cushion and hoists himself up. He lies down and looks over his massive gut. Zakar traces over the new stretch marks that accommodate his girth. As he does, he closes his eyes and he falls asleep once again.

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"So, this is where my companions are." A soft tongue grazes over Zakar's belly. He stirs in his sleep and opens his eyes. He sees a green cobra naga wearing only a lab coat with belts on basking in the moonlight. "Good evening there, my name is Ishika." The naga extends his paw to the sleepy tiger. Zakar shakes it, noting the scales adorn his paw. "I see you've eaten my friends there."

"Your friends?" Zakar tilts his head in confusion. Ishika nods and rubs over the beach ball stomach. He presses his face against it and listens to it gurgle. "Oh, Aren and Wulf."

The naga nods, rubbing his face more against the fat fur. "Yes indeed!" He turns his head towards the gluttonous tiger. "I wish to join them, experience what they did." Without waiting for an answer, Ishika takes his coat off and presses his hooded head against the tiger.

Zakar opens his mouth, ready for his third meal of the day. Ishika sticks his tongue inside and tastes the pink appendage with his pale yellow one. He sticks his head inside and pushes into Zakar's throat. The tiger closes his mouth around the naga, tasting green tea with lemon from Ishika's scales. He swallows the naga's head down and rubs the bulge in his throat.

Inside, Ishika listens to the same heartbeat that Aren and Wulf heard. Instead of freaking or lashing out, Ishika closes his eyes and presses his face against the rubs from Zakar, being calmed by the soothing sounds of the large tiger's heart. He sticks his tongue out and tastes the tiger from inside. Ishika presses further inside, wanting to help Zakar out. Zakar swallows down the eight-foot cobra's arms down, leaving just his long body to deal with. Zakar seals his mouth around Ishika's form and begins slurping him up like a noodle, swallowing his chest down.

Ishika presses against the opening to Zakar's stomach and looks around. The pocket has expanded so much that a single watermelon could fit in here and wouldn't make a dent to the tiger's belly outside. Ishika, however, will make the biggest dent Zakar has had all day. The naga slides on in and touches the bottom of the stomach. Zakar coughs a bit, not expecting the naga's eagerness to be a part of him. He continues slurping up the green tea tasting naga, getting about four feet inside him. He presses his paws on either side of his belly, rubbing it tenderly.

Ishika coils himself around the stomach, pressing his face against Zakar's left paws and nuzzling into it as his body coils around him and forms a circle in the tiger gut. Zakar swallows more and more of the noodle as Ishika expands his gut to the biggest he's been, soon to be ten feet in diameter. He watches as Ishika's tail tip swishes from side to side, waiting to be curled up inside. He leans forward and presses the tail tip to his belly and drags it along the mass as he slurps it up.

Ishika wiggles and blushes as he feels himself expand Zakar out. The naga grabs his body and tugs towards him, pulling another foot into the tiger. Having prepared himself this time, Zakar composes himself and watches as the foot long tail is waiting to join his owner inside. He loudly slurps up the remains of Ishika and swallows the full eight-foot naga. His stomach rumbles with the constant nuzzling and licking coming from Ishika inside.

"BUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!"

Car alarms go off as does banging on either side of Zakar's apartment, the occupants yelling at the tiger to keep it down. Before he can respond, his couch beneath him creaks. The frame crashes underneath him and the couch collapses! Springs and fluff surround the tiger and his full belly. He groans and tries to sit up, but can't move with Ishika inside. "Guess it's time for furniture shopping too. At least I don't need food for at least a few weeks," chuckles the tiger as he rubs and kisses his ten-foot wide belly. He grabs an open couch cushion and places it behind his head. He closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep for the night, wanting to see what his giant stomach will look like in the morning.