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The party had been going for quite a while, and everyone was in pretty good spirits. Darrius sat on an old couch in the sitting room just off the main foyer, sipping on a Dr. Pepper while his boyfriend, Shawn, leaned against him. There was a fairly significant size difference. Shawn, a curious mix of fox and ocelot, wasn't short by any means. In fact, he was slightly taller than average. But he was dwarfed by the horse-dragon next to him. In fact, Darrius dwarfed most everyone at the party. The dark stallion-dragon draped an arm loosely about his fox-cat companion, keeping him tucked neatly against his side.

"Interesting party. I keep hearing people cheering in the other room. And belching. They having some kind of eating contest in there?" Darrius asked.

"Somethin' like that," said Doug, "You should go check it out. I bet you'd be great at it."

Shawn looked up at his white-maned boyfriend with a broad grin.

"If it's what I think it is, I know for a fact you'd be great at it. I've heard rumors about these parties." the fox-cat said.

"Rumors? What kind of rumors?" Darrius asked.

The buck in the letter jacket chuckled as he gave his vixen companion a squeeze about the waist.

"Only the best kind if you ask me. Go have a look, join in, find out for yourself." Doug said.

The tall, dark fellow shrugged and moved to stand up, doing so slowly as to not surprise or startle anyone. After all, when you were as big as he was, even a thing as small as getting up out of a chair or off a couch could be frightening. Shawn climbed to his paws as well, careful to keep away from the big, heavy hooves holding his boyfriend up. No one wanted one of those landing on their feet.

The pair pressed side to side again and wandered their way out of the sitting room over to where the game was being played. Doug and Sasha both chuckled.

"You just love infecting people with that little bug, don't you?" the vixen asked.

"Hey, it's more fun than people think it'll be, and if more folks do it, then the less weird it looks to people who don't join in. And I figure the more I can convert, the better the chance I have at getting a shot at gobbling -you- up." the buck grinned, leaning in to give Sasha's cheek a kiss.

"Mmm, I dunno. Guess I'm just a little too scared." the fox replied.

Darrius and Shawn weren't privy to the conversation they left behind. They were too focused on the sounds and sights of what awaited them. As they approached the circle of people playing spin the bottle, the closet door opened to reveal a rather satisfied looking catgirl with long, fiery-red hair, and a huge, writhing stomach. Darrius' eyes widened immediately upon seeing that.

"Shawn... I uh... I dunno 'bout this." he said.

"What? What's the matter?" the foxcelot asked, craning his neck to peer through the crowd. He managed to catch a glimpse of the big-bellied redhead just as he heard a hearty burp escape the woman.

He grinned immediately.

"Seriously, honey. I-I don't feel good about this." Darrius stammered a little.

"What? It's nothing we haven't done before behind closed doors." Shawn replied.

"That's the thing, behind closed doors. I dunno if I'm up for the whole public display thing." the dragon-shire said, swallowing nervously.

"You never had a problem hauling me around in public once I was in. So what if folks actually see you put me in there? Everyone here looks like they're into it." the fox-cat said.

"Well, there's also the fact that if I play, it might not land on you," Darrius said, "Eating a perfect stranger. In public. While people cheer me on. I don't know man. Maybe we should just go."

"Uh-uh! No sir! You're getting in line!" Shawn commanded. He slipped out of the dragon-shire's arm and moved around behind him, shoving his tall, comfortably stocky boyfriend forward.

Darrius blushed as he felt Shawn's paws press on his rump, shoving him forward. He couldn't find the words he needed to voice his protest, and while his companion was much smaller, he was surprisingly effective at getting him to move. The groping along his rump was likely the culprit.

"Ahh, it looks like we have someone who wants to join the fun." announced the tabby hosting the party.

Darrius just blushed and tried to look away, desperate to not have attention drawn to him.

"Hell yeah he's interested! Give'em the bottle! Make'em spin it!" Shawn shouted with a huge grin.

By the time the striped lady was doing just that, pushing the bottle into Darrius' big hands, he had been moved all the way to the edge of the circle, ready to play.

"Shawn... please don't make me do this. I'll be too embarrassed." the dragon-shire pleaded, though not even half-heartedly. Secretly, he did kind of want to gobble his boyfriend up right there in front of everyone. He loved feeling the foxcelot squirm around in his middle.

Before Shawn could answer, the tabby spoke up to convince him, sporting a seductive smile.

"You look like you're absolutely perfect for this game. I'll bet we could get three, maybe even four rounds out of you before you hit 'full'." the hostess said, insisting that he take the bottle.

Hoping to try and lighten the mood a little, Darrius offered a sheepish smile.

"Does that mean you're hoping it lands on you?" he asked.

The tabby shook her head.

"Oh no. No sir. The bottle never points at me. I only ever spin. Who knows, maybe you'll be lucky enough to see me in action," the tabby said, leaning in to whisper in a husky voice, "...first hand."

Shawn immediately slipped around between the dragon-shire and the hostess.

"No ma'am! No one's getting playtime with him except me! That bottle better land where it's supposed to or I'll just have to jump the line. Once I'm in though... I certainly wouldn't mind company." the vulpine-feline hybrid smirked.

"Then you'd better get into the circle and hope it lands on you." the tabby purred smoothly, turning to step back out of the ring of people waiting to be selected.

Darrius stood quietly, blushing deep, as Shawn took a seat next to the big shire-drake. He was determined to get picked, Darrius knew it. In spite of how embarrassed he was, the horse-dragon reached forward, bottle in hand, placed it on the rug, and spun it. He was amazed that he was able to put such force on it without breaking it or sending it flying. The bottle twirled about rapidly until it began to slow, the drag from the rug gradually bringing it to a stop.

Then it happened, and happened fast. The bottle was just about to stop, clearly on someone that wasn't Shawn. Displeased with this, the foxcelot took matters into his own hands. Literally. He reached out next to him as covertly as he could and gave Darrius' bottom a good pinch. The shire-dragon yelped and leapt of the ground a short distance. When he landed again, he shook the ground. The bottle, almost at a halt, jostled and bounced from the impact. The added energy did the trick, causing it to roll a bit further until it pointed squarely at the mischievous fox-cat.

Darrius rubbed his backside and frowned at Shawn.

"What did you do that for!?" he cried.

"What? I can't give my boyfriend a playful pinch when I want to?" the shorter fellow complained.

That seemed to allay Darrius' suspicions, but it was pretty clear to most everyone else what he was up to.

"Oh would you look at that, it landed on me. I guess that means you have to eat me now." Shawn said, feigning surprise.

Darrius raised an eyebrow at the foxcelot. And then his expression turned to shock and mild horror. Shawn was beginning to undress right there in the circle, tugging his shirt off.

"What are you doing!?" the dragon-shire cried.

Shawn paused, as if befuddled that the logic that had passed through his head should have been shared by all around him.

"Honey, you're too big to fit in the closet with me. We're gonna hafta do it out here." he said calmly.

Darrius looked around at the crowd. The reaction they provided was one of intrigue, as if it was scandalous to do this out in the open. With how enthused Shawn was, and how quickly he was undressing, it looked like there wouldn't be a choice in the matter. Cheers rose out of the onlookers as the foxcelot kicked off his underwear, standing there, nude in the middle of the crowded room.

The dragon-shire blushed heavily as he scanned the crowd.

"Shawn! Stop! We can't do this here! It's n-" he was suddenly caught off guard, his jaws no longer able to properly articulate words.

"Too bad, honey. We're doing it. Better finish me up fast if you want to preserve my dignity!" Shawn cackled.

The fox-cat had taken hold of his boyfriends jaws and pried them open, standing in the big, dark fellow's lap before trying to shove his arms into the waiting maw. Darrius gagged lightly purely from the surprise of it. He couldn't even bring himself to respond, too stunned to process what was happening. Shawn was literally force-feeding himself to the big drake. The slender fellow's fuzzy head brushed against the roof of the mouth he knew so well, his hands and arms already lodged well into the back of his lover's throat. The foxcelot kicked lightly with his feet, propelling him in until his chest pressed down against the broad, strong tongue that knew his taste.

New cheers filled the room as they watched the smaller boy crawl his way into the bigger one. It was a rare treat that few actually got to see at these parties. The hostess purred as she watched, amused, pondering a possible change in the rules for next time. Being able to actually watch someone get swallowed was quite the spectator sport after all. And Shawn was putting on a pretty good show. He wriggled and shoved, planting his feet against his boyfriend's stomach, then his chest, sinking in up to his abdomen in the drake-shire's gullet. Darrius could only sit and let it happen, his mind still reeling in shock.

As soon as Shawn's groin reached the slick, glistening organ tasting him all over, he had reached a tipping point, grinding himself down on that broad, flat thing to entice his lover to join in the action. It had the desired effect. An audible gulp filled the foxcelot's ears and he was launched deep into the dragon-shire's body. All that could be seen hanging out of Darrius' mouth was a pair of legs from the knee down, and the paws wiggling at their ends. Inside, Shawn was wrapped in the hot, slick, muscular embrace he had grown so used to from plenty of trips down his boyfriend's throat. The world pulsed and squeezed at him, massaging his form each time he shifted. And shift he did. The foxcelot wriggled as hard as he could, fighting to slide the rest of the way down.

And with enough effort, he got that which he desired. Darrius winced, clenching his eyes shut, as he was compelled to swallow again. The sizable lump in his throat slid down his neck, shrinking back down to its regular size. The shire-drake panted, trying to catch his breath as his belly surged outward. He rest a large palm against the huge bulge, feeling Shawn turning about inside. Deep under his skin, the foxcelot found himself curled up in the familiar world of Darrius' stomach. It was just as warm as ever, churning slowly against him, restricting his movement while also supporting whatever posture he took. It was as intimate an embrace as could be gotten, and he loved it. Without any hesitation, he began to shift once more, changing positions until he could press himself against the slick, fleshy walls holding him in.

The shape of the fox-cat's form became obvious to the cheering crowd while the dark stallion tried to fight against just how flustered he was. His belly wobbled about in his hands, sloshing over and over in a steady rhythm. He could feel a particular feature under his fingers, pressing out through his flesh. Instinctively, without even really thinking about it, Darrius stroked over the lump, hearing his passenger moan happily when he did so.

The crowd stared at his gut, mesmerized. Some even stepped forward to offer the active bloat a firm massage. That only spurred the occupant within to grind more aggressively. It was making it difficult for the shire-drake to catch his breath, leaving him panting slightly. All the motion didn't help him keep his pants from swelling either. Shawn knew how much stimulation he could deliver while in there, and he was making sure Darrius felt all of it. The big, dark dragon-horse huffed, and even let out a quiet nicker as he felt the bulge between his legs grow tighter under the fabric of his pants. Deft hands moved to unfasten them and offer him some relief. All that did was make way for a mess that was sure to come.

When it did, it didn't come quite the way the audience expected. Shawn rocked away faster and faster, yelping and growling until he finally hit his peak. Darrius shivered feeling the hot surge fill his middle, and continue to fill him. His abdomen, already rather swollen and globular, only expanded further. And it was plain to anyone who watched. His belly grew visibly, right before the eyes of the onlookers. Gasps and whispers followed as he continued to expand, clutching his growing belly until it finally stopped. It sloshed about, soft and yielding as if he were filled with water rather than a person, and it was big enough to comfortably house two people Shawn's size. Darrius panted, somehow managing to keep from staining his trousers, then burped. A few flecks of white escaped, landing on one or two people close enough to get hit in the face. The smell washed over those closest and everyone quickly understood.

"Damn! If I'd known that guy was that productive, I'd have sat on him first!" shouted one of the girls.

Shawn had filled the chamber he would be calling home for a while with so vast a release he could call it a bath. Darrius had experienced this before, and rather enjoyed it. But this was the first time he'd done any of this in public, and so he felt very self-conscious. His eyes wandered the room, looking for signs that he should apologize, flee, or just sit there and take the ridicule that was sure to come.

Instead, the crowd simply cheered him on, the hands returning to his belly to marvel at the size and softness of it. The tabby hostess strolled back over, offering the drake-shire's still swaying belly a tender caress.

"Gracious, you do have room for a lot, don't you? Think you could go another round?" she asked.

Darrius' eyes widened, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints as he parsed her question. Another round? Swallow someone else? He couldn't! Could he?