Vorror
Something new and kind of... An unexplored thing for me. But, just what happens when Sasuke really lets his appetite run wild somewhere that no one knows him? What happens to those around him? Well... They do look like snacks normally, so this should be a tasty excursion.
"What do you mean I can't eat them?" Sasuke slurred slightly, the fur caught between his teeth making his speech almost sound drunk. The draolf looked on at the maître d' standing before him, frowning slightly down at the top of the bear standing before him... Or rather, frowning at the bit of head that could be seen over his own belly horizon, a commonplace issue for the gluttonous mountain of wolfdragon. He didn't stay in place for long though, rolling forward onto the gravid mass of his sagging stomach, the ball of fat, fur, and other anthros sloshing audibly as it was contorted and shifted by its overzealous owner. The wolfdragon didn't say a word as he did this, though a long, guttural belch rolled out of his muzzle as he moved to rest more on his stomach. His insides groaned clearly over the sound of a few gasps and other groans of disgust, the overblown bulge of excess trying it's utmost to make sense of just how much had been crammed inside of it by its owner. The troubled table muscle was working admirably, but as Sasuke leaned down closer to that server, his teeth gleaming in the light of the restaurant and bits of fur, blood, and food dripping from his sagging, swaying jowls... It was hard for anyone to even look at the monster of gluttony without a shiver running down their spine. This was particularly true for the object of his ire at the moment, the bear looking to grow more and more pale with every gurgle, burble, or groan of the stomach which rested between, against, and even around where he stood; there was a lot of wolfdragon in the room now that he had really let his appetite out to play.
"I asked you a question, cub. What do you mean I can't eat them?" Sasuke growled out, his bassy demand shaking a few pictures in their frames around him, though that could have been the even deeper bass of a fart which trumpeted rather unceremoniously out of his rear end as he spoke. A few behind the glutton groaned, but somehow... No one moved. Not a single anthro in the crowded, at-capacity restaurant moved a muscle during this display; all eyes were on Sasuke, and several had wanted to move, but no one did a thing... No, in fact, there seemed to be a few more coming into the door. There was surely a spectacle happening, but not one that needed as much of an audience as had gathered. Sasuke didn't seem to mind this though, his focus, anger, and hunger all focused on the one ursine sitting right in front of him. The bear didn't even move either, his eyes darting from the draolf to the door as he looked to be guessing how long he had to flee before he wound up like the server before him.
"S-S-" The bear got two stuttering replies in before Sasuke reached an arm out, far more dexterous than he should have been at his immobilized size. His arm seemed to almost grow in length, and bulge with muscle instead of fat for a moment as it reached past the feet of lard that created a moat of sorts around the draolf. As quickly as that arm grew and snatched the bear though, the arm snapped back and became the flab-laden prison of a former limb that it had been, the bear deposited in the quicksand-like dough that was Sasuke's chest. The draolf gave another toothy grin, rolling back to a somewhat seated position now that the bear was trapped in the pure, buttery fat of his moobs; there was no escaping those grand foothills of fat that rested atop the car-sized stomach of the draolf. Not when it was nearly as deep as the bear was, and several orders of magnitude fatter; no, the 'gravity' of the draolf was in full effect in that area of his frame. Even moving with the bear on him, the ursine hardly shifted in his prison, instead just moving along with the mammoth mutt as he got comfortable again... And prepared to truly let his appetite out.
Sasuke had been indulging before, going on one of his binges as he was want to do. He had come to this restaurant after hearing of their prodigious steaks and other meats, and from there, things had only turned into something far, far more for the greedy gourmand. He had eaten through around four cows of steaks thusfar, an iota of his power making sure to keep the kitchen stocked as he saw no reason to let them run out that night; the food had lived up to every ounce of the hype around it and then some. Of course, the four cows needed some friends in his stomach, and a few hogs as well as several chickens, a flock of ducks, and a farm's worth of vegetables had all come to rest in the grand table muscle of the wolfdragon. He hadn't been quite satisfied with that though; eating enough to feed all of the 100+ occupants of the restaurant several times over had merely been an appetizer for the glutton. The chef's had changed shifts, he had been through three waiters, and when the most recent one had given him a bit of lip about needing the spot beside him for another party... Well, that server had joined the growing farm inside of the wolfdragon in a rather messy fashion. Sasuke didn't much care about that part though, as eating in quantities and for durations that he did often meant that he wasn't exactly a shining beacon of cleanliness; to put it ever so lightly. The bear had come over to scold him, clearly drawing the short straw to approach and scold the immobilized ball of greed. Sasuke didn't much care about that either; he didn't see the bear as an anthro. He didn't even see the server as something sentient, something that he had to care about... No, he saw food and food alone. His gluttony had taken over completely, and as such, those around him were mere morsels of food.
This was shown as the bear marched himself towards Sasuke's mouth, having to wade through the sea of fat that was around him in order to come close to that mouth of the wolfdragon. He didn't do it of his own volition, his eyes looking everywhere and a few shouts of panic coming from his mouth as he moved; he just had zero control over his body at that point. Sasuke had taken hold of him... And as more came into the restaurant, watching in almost rapturous attention at the bear being led towards his doom, it was clear that there would be plenty more to eat for the wolfdragon that night. He didn't want to waste this time to eat, and since his stomach was already doing all of the thinking for him... Well, why not enjoy it?
The bear hit Sasuke's maw, and muscle memory took over for the hybrid. He opened wide, and the bear did most of the work of inserting himself down into the jaws of the draolf. There wasn't any ceremony with this; no chanting, no snapped fingers, no sparkling eyes or anything like that. No, there was just Sasuke, his hunger, and the bear going into his mouth to satiate it. The draolf didn't even think twice on this, simply opening wide until he felt his jaw start to pop, and his cheeks begin to stretch to where they did less jiggling than their normal stomach's-weight of fat provided them. From there... Sasuke bit down, hard. His dragon roots meant that bone snapped like twigs beneath feet, and his wolven parts gave his teeth the ability to tear flesh like a hot knife through butter. Both happened, and as the screams of his victim reached his ears... Well, Sasuke just took those howls of pain from the now-armless bear in front of him as seasoning. Blood ran heavily down his jowls, pooling atop the first of his staircase of chins for a moment before flowing down to the next, then the next, and so forth. Blood also spewed heavily from the bear, spurts coating the draolf's face and hair as the bear howled and screamed in sheer agony above the glutton. There was no amount of recoiling he could do, though; he still had no control over his body whatsoever thanks to the wolfdragon's absolute control over his mortal coil. This was shown as the bear didn't waste a moment repositioning himself, sliding down to his back and then pressing his feet against the wolfdragon's jaws. A few chews, a heavy, loud gulp... And Sasuke was ready for more to enter his mouth.
That more came in short order as those legs slid right on in, pressing down against the draolf's throat and even sliding down it some as the draolf made sure to get up to the tops of the bear's thighs down into him. Thankfully, this bear had been doing some serious bulking for winter... That meant there was just so much more of him to enjoy, those thighs opening Sasuke's jaw well past where it had to dislocate just to fit all of that ursine inside of it. The draolf's maw looked more like a snake's at that point, his head comically overstretched as he swallowed around nearly 60 inches of bear thighs. Those arms had been a mere teaser compared to the legs, and Sasuke's stomach knew that as it groaned and gurgled with hunger despite having eaten nearly two tons of food earlier in that evening... It wanted that much more. Sasuke was insatiable in every sense of the word, and his gut was even that much moreso as it whined in demand for the draolf to just let the bear work its way down to him. The draolf planned on doing just that, using a practiced, steady bite with far more teeth than he should have had to take the legs off that bear. More screaming began, this louder than the last as the bear seemed to finally fully comprehend what was going to happen to him. Unable to speak, blink, talk... Just screams poured from the bear, though they fell fully on deaf ears. Even more had come to watch the spectacle of the draolf devouring the bear at this point, crowding in around Sasuke to the point that some were pressed against him. Those against him got a spray of blood in some parts, a blast of noxious gas in others, but all of them got a good whiff of the musk of the draolf, as well as a veritable bath in the sweat that oozed off his frame from the sheer effort of eating all that he had; that much food was real work to digest after all.
A hard swallow signaled the end of the bear's legs, the draolf's throat bulging out mightily as that much ursine worked its way down into the gastrointestinal production plant that was deep down inside the mammoth mutt. Sasuke needed a few hard swallows, in fact, to really get the bear down into that stomach of his, though he didn't really mind that as he forced more food down into his stomach... A place that was already packed past its limits. It was so full, in fact, that Sasuke could practically feel the stretchmarks forming on his hide in real-time as he forced even more food down into that vastly overtaxed part of his form. He didn't care about that though, or the pain, or even that his fur was thinning around his navel to such a degree that he could feel the cold air around him, as well as the hot breaths of the several anthros pushing in all around him. Hell, he could even feel the light vibrations in the ground from the various cars parked outside the restaurant, all abandoned outside the establishment as their owners had parked, stopped, or even crashed in an attempt to get inside the place and come to the draolf's side... And eventually, his insides.
The bear was the more pressing matter, though, and as such, Sasuke turned his attention from the revelry of his gluttony's side effects and back to satiating the insatiable. The bear at this point couldn't move even with Sasuke's control; he had no limbs with which to propel himself, and shock had taken hold... The bear was clinging to life only just. Sasuke was no scavenger either; he wouldn't eat raw dead meat whatsoever; he had class after all! As such, the draolf opened his jaws wide again, and that was when one of his newly formed crowd of followers sprang into action. One of them clambered up his stomach, pawholds formed in the various rolls and crevices of fat which adorned every square inch of the gluttonous deity. Sasuke squirmed in the sea of himself as this happened, his frame almost feeling tickled by someone climbing it thanks to just how much of him there now was. Instead of letting that be the only one to touch him... The draolf set countless other followers to work, all of them getting the same orders at once. Within moments, nearly a full hundred pairs of paws were kneading and massaging at the grand food balloon in front of the draolf. The dug in lightly, some bouncing on top to force long, bassy belches from the draolf while others worked on the lower, sagging pool of pure fat that was the lowest roll of fat on the draolf, pressing heavily into that and forcing out louder, bassier, and far raunchier farts from his rippling backside. So fat was the draolf; however, that these explosions of gas from his rear end took a noticeable amount of time to escape from the twin-cars of assfat which adorned his endlessly flabby frame.
Satisfied he was now a gas factory and stuffed beyond all reason or rational thought, the draolf opened up wide again and waited for his helper, soon to be next meal, to begin pushing the bear into his muzzle. The ursine was shoved in, consciousness fading as his screams had lapsed down into little groans and whimpers of agonized pain. These noises struck something primal in Sasuke, the gleam in his fat-smothered eyes almost sparkling bright enough to be seen past the small prison of pure fat that had them covered. It was almost, though... The draolf had opened his muzzle wide enough to block his eyes with fat, and he knew that he soon wouldn't even need to open his muzzle in order be lost in the blackness of gluttony. That was the point, though... At least, that was how he saw things in his own little world of one. Thusly, he didn't even think twice as the bear was stuffed down into his muzzle and pressed in... Then shoved, and then the owl who had clambered up to feed him simply charged to get the last of the bear into the draolf. Godly as Sasuke was, he reveled in the struggles of the mortals around him; if the draolf did have fetishes, feeling as if he was powerless to his stomach was one of them. This also meant that the draolf had other mortal flaws... And one of them was a gag reflex. This shove set it off for the briefest of moments, the minute lapse nearly being enough to send the legs of the bear rocketing back out of the draolf. He overrode that little flaw with a thought, though, his own body listening to the power of his mind with nary a moment's hesitation. The owl did look a bit concerned for a second, though; Sasuke had control of their minds, not their bodies as he had the bear... So concern was plenty possible for that owl. The draolf would have done something to reassure one of his newly-minted followers, but his mouth was too filled with bear to say anything, so instead of that, the draolf just forced his jaws closed with a long, loud groan and then began to swallow.
If the bear's thighs had been 60 inches, the bear had to have been at least 80 inches around at the stomach. He was going to be living well_that winter... And now, Sasuke was going to be living that much better through his own winter. Relishing every bit of this, the mutt swallowed hard, then again, and then a third time as he tried his hardest to force that bear down into himself. His throat swelled to be nearly the size of his moobs when he had entered the restaurant... And being that he had entered on a flatbed, that spoke volumes on just how _much of the bear was swelling out through his throat. Organs would have failed long ago, his skin would have torn asunder, his very neck would have broken from this... But Sasuke had planned for each and every bit of this, and as such, the nigh impossible happened, and the bear was deposited down into the draolf's stomach.
Mostly.
There was just too much already in there for the draolf to fit the entire bear in his gut, as his stomach had overextended itself even for its impossibly gluttonous manners. In fact, even as the bear rested at the bottom of his esophagus, the last few breaths of the ursine warming that abused cave which the draolf had consumed countless meals down, his stomach demanded more. Not a little more either, the crowd around him looked just as appetizing as the bear had... Though some were far too thin to be any sort of appealing. Sasuke had standards there too, and as such, he wanted to make sure that his meals were... Satisfyingly plumped up for him. That would take time, and he could use that time to digest... But, the real question for the draolf was whether or not he would be able to do that; his stomach wanted food now, and the draolf was weak to his stomach like fire was to water. Unsure of what to do... The owl who had forced the bear down made the decision for the draolf, jumped hard on the draolf's stomach, and this bounce was enough to free up air pocket inside his stomach.
A low, loud gurgle came from the draolf's middle as that happened, so much so that a few tending to the godly glutton even paused with worry as they heard the noise. The draolf's face contorted as his stomach revolted for several moments, it's confines twisting and gurgling even louder as things shifted, sloshed, and even went so far as full-on moving out of the way down there. The gas found no exit out of the top of the draolf though; that was taken up by morbidly obese bear. So down it went, rolling through the factory of fat that made up the internals of the draolf before it came around to his backside. There was a pause, and then the very foundation of the building shook as the draolf's explosion of gas rocketed out into the room. Several followers had to plug their ears to keep from going deaf thanks to that gassy explosion, and some of the lighter ones behind the draolf even had to cling to his heft to prevent from being blown away. The sweat of the draolf all was blown away around that canyon of ass as well, splattering the wall behind him with a film of Sasuke's own slovenly salt-water. The draolf groaned aloud as the fart thundered on for several moments too, not even caring about any of this aftermath; he couldn't see it, and it was just relief for his stomach, so why should he care?
A few spluttering ass-belches moments later, and Sasuke moaned with contented bliss now that his stomach felt significantly less overblown. The ursine who had been blocking his throat slid down with ease now, plopping into his stomach... And of course, filling it right back to capacity, but with less pressure this time around. The reduction in pressure was enough for the draolf, as that relief was enough for him to take full stock of himself. He was stuffed, sure, but that could be fixed in moments. He had food to eat, and there would be more of it. Some of that food was scrawny, but... That could be fixed. He was already starting to feel a little cramped with all his followers, as well as the walls around him and the roof above... But bursting out of a building was always fun. His appetite had already shown just how rampant it was ready to run, and consequences for that rampancy? Why would the draolf care about those... He could just eat those too. Besides, Sasuke reasoned as the owl leaned down to help a truly fat hog up onto the draolf's chest...
What's one less town, anyways?