Doodle Story: Cheese Guzzler
A chubby dragon goes to his favorite restaurant and has fun with a local cheese squirting hose.
Doodle Story: Cheese Guzzler
There was always one restaurant Chaker would go to whenever he was hungry, and that was The Lactose Fryer. He had no idea what the point of the name was, but it was a bit catchy, and the restaurant did serve foods that dealt mostly with cheese or some kind of food with lactose. Lucky Chaker, as he wasn't lactose-intolerant. However, almost everytime he ate cheese, he went overboard and wouldn't stop eating it until it felt like he was about to explode. Chaker is a very large navy blue western dragon with yellow spikes going from his scalp down to his tail. His underbelly had white scales though, and the soles on his feet were black. Chaker usually went everywhere wearing a white jacket and white pants to match it. The jacket had a few stains on it due to previous cheese stains he wound up dropping on his outfit. He was also wearing black and white tennis shoes to conceal his foot odor. Chaker, as everyone could tell just by looking at him, was an extremely fat scaley, weighing over 350 pounds and capable of clearing an entire All-You-Can-Eat-Buffet if he wanted to. His belly would hang over his beltline, but his clothing was always tucked in so his belly didn't stick out and reveal his bare scales. Chaker also had a particularly large rump, one wide enough to rip a pair of pants, so he always had to be careful whenever he bent over to pick up a penny. Not to mention he has a gas problem. But hey, when you have a belly that can house enough cheese to fill a bus, you're gonna get a little gassy. It was Chaker's sorry (or amazing) luck he grew up to become a flatulent scaley. The dragon wasn't rude, but he had a tendency to break wind in public without excusing himself or attempting to walk outside to let himself go where no one would smell him. That posed as a problem for the restaurant patrons, as no one liked to sniff stinky cheese ridden flatulence while they were eating. Ah well, Chaker was raised to let all "filth" inside of his body out, whether it was anger or depression of scat or farting, his parents told him it was better to let it all out than keeping it in, and he took the message literally.
The dragon walked inside the restaurant and the strong smell of cheese and byproducts composed of milk or butter shot inside his snout. He could hear the deep fat fryer in the distance and already knew the workers were busy making French fries. Many of the employees knew Chaker (he was a regular customer) as well as a couple of the patrons. Some took a liking to the dragon, while others hated him or his stench anyway. Sometimes he'd kick off his shoes and let his feet air out or he'd get gas, and a few eaters had to leave or move down several seats. A few eaters tolerated him though, compared to some of the loud, obnoxious furries who were yakking away on their cellphone or laughing and screaming so much it almost made them deaf. Chaker also wasn't nosy and kept to himself, as opposed to some furs who eavesdropped on a conversation and randomly butted in and swayed the chat to something irrelevant. The blue dragon sighed and walked over to the start of the line, waiting patiently for everyone to order their food. He wasn't in a rush; his job didn't start till nightfall and he had no errands to run. He lifted his chin a bit and inhaled deeply again as he smelled the cheeseburgers cooking on the grill. His mouth began to water and he had to brush the slobber from his chin before it started to get on the floor. Soon enough, Chaker was at the front of the line and he was ready to order his food.
"What'll it be today Chaker, the usual?" asked the cashier.
Chaker nodded his head. "You know me. Four cheeseburgers and chili cheese fries and the 32 oz. Pepsi. Plus I uh, wouldn't mind if I use the 'Cheese Pump' again."
The Cheese Pump was a machine full of hot, melted cheese that diverted all of its contents through a hose and into or onto whatever a patron wanted it to be on. Some furries used the Cheese Pump to squirt more cheese onto their fries or onto their hamburger, but others, like Chaker, would suck on the hose and drink all of its contents, inevitably bloating themselves up like a balloon and filling them up with the dairy product. Chaker used the Cheese Pump almost everyday, and he certainly felt like using it again. Of course, the aftermath was usually rank, but hey.
"Hehe. I'll go warn the others to get their gasmasks then. Your order will be ready soon."
Chaker nodded again and went over to his table, taking a seat next to the window so he could observe his surroundings. He saw a few furries walked on the sidewalk and a few cars going through the drive-thru before his number was called. He rose from his seat and picked up the tray, mouth already frothing, and quickly sat back down. He growled and giggled somewhat menacingly before unwrapping a fresh cheeseburger and taking a giant bite out of it, spreading cheese on his face. The hefty scaley could devour an entire hamburger in three bites; one if he hadn't eaten for a while. But he finished breakfast a couple hours back so he took his time eating. It wasn't his fault he naturally ate faster than everyone else, and those flame-grilled burgers tasted so juicy and were thick with flavor. After a minute he was already halfway finished with his second burger. He licked his lips and grabbed a large amount of chili cheese fries with his giant hand before stuffing them inside his maw, smacking nosily. He finished up the rest of his other cheese burger before gulping hard and working on another one, biting it in half. Chaker took another big gulp before taking a long sip of his refreshing beverage. He sighed a few times and slowed down so he wouldn't suddenly start choking on his food, but after catching his breath, he started eating again, scarfing the rest of the fries down his throat and finishing another burger. The dragon drank more chilled soda before eating the last one, devouring it in two bites. He licked his lips very slowly before sighing with a smile on his face, patting his stomach. Chaker felt his feet tightening a little so he promptly took them off and placed them on the table. A few furries got a strong whiff of the stench and either plugged their noses or moved down a few seats. The last thing they needed was the rank odor of malt vinegar and gym socks distracting them from their meal.
It didn't take long before the dragon's stomach began to grumble and he felt his hunger coming back.
"Ah...that filled a hole. Now, on to the Cheese Pump!"
Chaker took his feet off the table and walked over to the hose sticking out of the ceiling, ignoring the furries whispering vulgar comments about his foot odor and trying not to step in the spilled ketchup and soda the janitor still didn't pick up. Then he was standing in front of the hose, smiling widely as he looked at the dark red hollow tube with the words "MELTED CHEESE" labeled on it. There were also different flavors to it: Cheddar, Swiss, American, Limburger, Muenster, Halloumi, and so on. Chaker had taken a liking to the jalapeño flavor, so he set the flavor to that and turned the machine on. He giggled softly, thumping his tail up and down with anticipation, and then placed his mouth on the end of the tubing. In a few seconds time, he felt the steamy orange and yellow goo slither down his throat and into his belly. He gasped a little, surprised by how hot it was, but quickly adjusted to the temperature and started sighing happily, slurping down the cheese with glee. The setting was on high so the cheese was pumping rather fast. However Chaker was used to this, and he had no quarrels with sucking on a hose like it was a lollipop or Popsicle. Over a liter of cheese had pumped out, and Chaker wasn't even remotely tired.
He didn't even notice his belly expanding as the cheese went inside of him. A cub raised an eyebrow when he noticed the dragon's stomach was slowly growing in diameter and his waist was increasing with each gulp. But he shrugged and continued eating his kid's meal. Chaker just continued his sucking duties, drinking well over a galloon now. Even he noticed his belly was growing, and he felt all the cheese gurgling in his abdomen. He sat down on his fat ass and sighed again, still consuming cheese. He opened his mouth to spit out the hose and let out a giant cheesy belch, before he laid flat on his back and put the hose back in his maw. He started sucking on it faster than before and consuming at a higher rate, drinking liter after liter in mere seconds. His belly was beginning the stretch out his pants and jacket, but surprisingly hadn't ripped yet. His feet and arms and legs were becoming a tad bit bloated too, like little socks being filled with water. If he wasn't lying on it, someone would notice his tail was beginning to bloat up as well. The dragon started sucking harder and he yelled with ecstasy as more steamy goo got inside his mouth and was transported down his slimy esophagus. His belly was slowly becoming fatter than ever and he heard something rip. He was hoping it wasn't his pants, otherwise they'd eventually burst open and reveal his manhood. It was then that his belt buckle snapped and his zipper began to fall down on it's own, unable to secure the dragon's inflating gut. The cheese started to spew from the sides of his mouth, all over his face and onto the floor as his belly grew even more than before...
He stopped sucking on the hose after his stomach was starting to rip his pants, unable to devour anymore cheese. He was lying on the floor now, groaning slightly and letting out cheesy belches as his stomach churned. He didn't know how big his stomach was now, but he looked even fatter than a pregnant furry carrying quintuplets. It was a paradox that neither his jacket nor his pants had been blown off. Many of the patrons had already left the restaurant and the dragon was simply laying on his back now, one of the employees poking his stomach. Chaker belched again and lifted his head.
"Hehe ate too much again did ya?"
Chaker slowly turned over and got to his wobbly legs, standing up very slowly. He huffed and looked down at the floor, only to realize his gargantuan cheese inflated belly was in the way.
"Man am I full! Whew, did I really eat that much?"
"Yeah, yeah you ate a helluva lot of cheese again. I don't think you'll even fit in the door!"
Chaker only managed to take three steps forward, his plump footpaws squishing on the ground, when his stomach growled loud enough for everyone in the restaurant to hear. The few furries who did see him noticed his belly jiggle profusely. Chaker felt all the cheese he ate rush down to his colon, quickly turning into gas and heading for the anus.
"Oh man..."
The employee standing next to Chaker backed away a few steps and knew the inevitable was about to happen.
"TAKE COVER!!" he shouted, hopping behind a booth seat.
The blue dragon's stomach grumbled and jiggled again before he bent over and raised his fat tail. He proceeded to let out a rumbling burst of flatulence that was so loud the furries outside the fast food shop heard it clear as day. His pants were vibrating from the tense gas and Chaker was grunting as he let it all out. It sounded like a regular bass tone or some kind of instrument blowing, like most farts do. However, unlike regular ones, it lasted for thirty seconds. The restaurant was polluted with the stink of rotten cheese and eggs and jalapeño peppers. After Chaker was done, half the furries in the restaurant groaned loudly and plugged their nose, some even rushed outside to avoid the stench. The employee was prepared though, wearing a gasmask so he could breathe easily. Chaker suddenly belched-roared would be the preferred term-with his mouth wide open, cracking one of the windows behind him. After that, he farted again, shooting out a loud, squishy sound. The dragon sighed and put his hands on his bent knees, smiling.
"WHEW!! That feels so much better!"
He sighed again and let out a short burst before his farts became squeaky like someone rubbing a sponge on a window. He didn't mind the smell at all, even though he was slowly stinkin' up the whole place. It was just flatus, no harm as long as no one lit a match. Of course, by now, the restaurant had been cleared out, minus the furries who tolerated (or loved) the smell and the furries wearing gasmasks. When he thought he was done, he started letting out vicious, wet ones that someone would describe as sharting yourself or stepping on a wet sponge. Even Chaker thought he was doing that, especially after feeling the seat of his pants grow mysteriously wet. But it was all just gas.
"Damn, I think I can smell it all the way through the mask! Are you through yet?!"
The dragon farted again and wiggled his toes before forming a couple of fists. He grunted as his teeth were grit and shouted as he let out the final stink bomb from his chubby posterior. Chaker wasn't sure just how loud the fart was, but some of the condiments fell off the table and the cracked mirror behind him shattered, exposing the foul cheesy stink to the outside world. He wasn't sure how bad it stank, but some of the furries OUTSIDE the building were on the ground, unconscious. He wasn't sure just how powerful the expulsion was, but he could feel himself shifting forward a few inches and it felt like a large earthquake was going on. Some of the plaster began to rain down from the ceiling but after thirty or so seconds, the gas began to subside and he was finished. He sighed loudly with his tongue spewing from his mouth before taking a large whiff of the stench he just expelled. Then he turned around, looking at the hole in the wall and window, the unconscious furries lying on the street, and the cars that had their alarms going off, and he started to turn red. He placed a hand behind his head and scratched it nervously before letting out a meek chuckle, unaware of how powerful his farts really were.
"Whoops. Guess I don't know my own strength!"