THERE WAS AN OLD WOLF WHO SWALLOWED A HORSE...
It appeared that Swooce's abilities had grown in recognition. Bigger crowds turned up to his shows, and incidentally he was gaining an online following: some parts of the internet fascinated with his skills, and the others... impressed in other ways. As a result of the latter, it seemed every day he received a message from a random person asking him about his abilities, and whether he could do it do them. Some of them, however, just said "Hi", and nothing else.
Typically, he was preoccupied with work. He was the manager of the Cirque De Merveilles' circus tent, creating its shows and managing them, as well as supporting its various performers and acts on top of performing his own shows. Though, as a result of his own interests, and curious nature, he would scan over these emails to see what they asked. He was not too keen on meeting with random people, but one particular email wedged between two "Hi" emails caught his attention.
'Dear Swooce,
For a long time I've been a fan of your shows, even going to a couple of them. I've also been following blogs that mentioned your performances, amazed by the pictures and videos I had seen...'
The wolf stopped reading for a moment and sighed. I guess people don't pay attention to the 'no photography or video' sign outside the tent, he thought. He continued reading,
'... on the internet. By the way, your email address is on this one blog I follow: I tried to have it removed but the owner said I was oppressing his freedom of speech, so I gave up (you should probably do something about that). Anyway, I have been conversing with a few people online who seemed interested, but I was curious if you were interested in getting together to try something out. A rumor has spread: some super active guy, 'Zip1', said you were able to swallow one of the circuses' performers. No one's too sure how valid that is, but judging by just how big you get when you do your 'Grand Inflator' act we thought it could be possible.'
He huffed, a little frustrated. The rumor was true, and it appeared one his performing colleagues, Zip, was more than certainly the culprit. Making a mental note to talk to scold the fox later on, he continued reading.
'The group interested, and I, are certainly curious about this, but we wanted to try something a lot more... unusual. Much like you, they have their own unique abilities, but theirs' are far different: they have feral counterparts, much like how our ancestors looked a long time ago. We were curious to know if you would consider trying something for us. When they are in this feral state, and I certainly feel odd requesting this (which you can by all means decline) but do you think you would be able to swallow them... whole?'
Could he do it? Honestly, he wasn't entirely sure. Swallowing someone wouldn't be difficult, and definitely got big when he inflated himself, but to take in so many people at once - and animals, at that? He mulled over the email, slumping back in his chair which creaked loudly. With a nervous sigh, he leant forward once again, paws shaking as he replied to the email.
'Hey Santiago,
'Are you all free this Saturday night?'
Swooce was anxious for the weekend to arrive, spending the rest of the week performing his regular gigs; his inflation acts, his sword swallowing act, and now an additional object swallowing performance; on in which he would get the crowd to vote, out of a line of objects, which item he should gulp down. Most nights he would email Santiago questions about what he should prepare, what to expect and who was coming. Swooce suggested around four people; that seemed plenty! He found out the species of who would be coming along: a dog, a goat, a horse and a python. He was a little apprehensive about their varied sizes, but wasn't going to unfairly deny anyone because of their species.
Every night, after Cirque De Merveilles closed, Swooce practiced enlarging his stomach's capacity. Each night he would expand it a little bigger, using more air or more liquid; trying to get it used to higher volumes and additional weight. Again, he had eaten people before, and a couple of times more than one person, but four animals? Their size and weight variations were going to be an endurance test, for sure.
Saturday night: today was the day. Swooce shut down the tent as usual, putting everything away except for a large metal, sloped platform. Soon after, the canine waited nervously outside of the tent, his ears rotating as they picked up on the crickets chirping in the tall grasses. He felt pretty odd, as if he was just waiting to meet some friends, but instead he was waiting to eat a group of strangers. How would one wait casually for such an exclusive situation he didn't know. His heart pounded quickly in his large chest, the wolf sheepishly checking his cell despite its terrible service. A little while later, his guests arrived.
He spotted them all in the distance as dark silhouettes under the moonlight, their appearance a lot more visible as they drew closer to the tent and in turn revealing their species. They waved and greeted him awkwardly, but no doubt as one would expect in such a unique situation. Swooce covered his nerves with a smile as he spoke,
"Hey, folks! Welcome to Cirque De Merveilles; or, rather, its Big Top. Clearly, I'm Swooce; the only one here that may have a chance of fitting you all in!" he joked, the group chuckling. "So, you all know each other, then?"
"Nah, we really only just met, an hour ago," one of them replied, the voice coming from a rather tall, slim llama. They were a little over six feet with a long, thin body except for their wide hips. Atop their long neck was a cute, slightly effeminate face with thick lashes and a long snout. His ears stood tall above him, each with five piercings of different colors. "Well, everyone except Tati and Leah - they're friends. Oh, I'm Santiago, by the way. Hola!"
"Nice to meet you finally, Santiago!" the wolf replied, the llama smiling. Swooce tried to think about where their accent came from, only pinpointing that it was probably South American. "Won't lie, I'm kinda glad it's only gonna be four of you. I'm a big guy, but still..."
"Yeah, you're, like, big as hell, man," someone piped in, Swooce tracking the deep, feminine voice to be coming from an atypically smaller, beige horse. "I'm Alex. I'm here for the aesthetic."
The canine looked at them questionably. "The... aesthetic?"
"Yeah, like, I got an emotional-context bucket list. Next one's gonna be sitting in a refrigerator. I wanna know what it feels like to be really cold, you know?"
"... Yeah, I mean. Yeah," the ringmaster replied, scratching the back of his neck in confusion. "Uh, who's ne-"
"Brett!" the anthropomorphic python yelled, perhaps a little too loudly. "S-Sir! Uh, I'm kinda into the whole 'prey' thing. Stories about it are cool n' stuff, but I wanna experience it for real."
"Well, you literally came to the right place!" the canine replied, causing the python looking down bashfully. Swooce scanned their figure, pleased he wouldn't be swallowing the snake in his current form: their person-sized width, combined with their length, would certainly be overwhelming. Brett nonetheless 'stood' small relative to the others and seemed a little younger, too, because of his mannerisms, Swooce guessing he was in his early to mid twenties.
"I'm Tati, and this is Leah!" the Doberman said, hugging the goat next to her. "We're both kinda into this whole being eaten 'thing', but we wanted to do it together."
The goat nodded, a little shyly. "Heh, yeah. Friends do stuff together, I guess?"
Swooce greeted them both, smiling. "It's great to meet you all." He scanned his guests, pleased that they seemed friendly and social, but also not too big. He hoped their animal equivalents shared that size, especially Brett and Alex; their feral species potentially quite large. "So, you can all transform, right? Seems like quite the amazing coincidence!"
Santiago considered this, and chuckled. "Yeah, I guess it is when you think about it. Guess it's one of those things you try not to think about, right?"
"Sounds good to me!" the wolf replied, gesturing for the group to follow him inside the red-white tent, his guests leading the way inside.
As Swooce entered after them he flicked on the lights, the dull fluorescent lights buzzing until they turned on. In the middle of the Big Top's ring was the large metal ramp, its other side just a flat edge. It wasn't too tall, roughly four feet or so, reaching a little over halfway up the big canine.
"Typically, I wouldn't use the platform, but since some of you guys are gonna be pretty big, I assume I'll need to use it. Santiago agreed to help feed me, and he'll be at the top of the platform helping stuff you inside. Sound good?"
The group nodded in response. The llama then took charge, helping to orchestrate the act. "So, not to get weird for those who aren't into it, but please remove your clothing."
The others looked at each other, and then back at Santiago in confusion. He giggled, "I mean... you're gonna just have to shake them off when you change form anyway, right?"
They vocally came to realization of this, soon letting their clothing drop to the ground. Most of them avoided staring at one another, but Santiago seemed to take subtle glances when he could. The snake chuckled, "It's a good thing I don't need to wear pants, I guess."
"So, who's going first?" Santiago asked, addressing the group like they were on some sort of unusual tour as he removed his own clothing to reveal his sleek figure. The quartet looked at each other, then discussed between them who wanted to go first. Leah, the goat, seemed very eager, and so they agreed she should go first. She hugged Tati before she skipped happily over to the predator; a response that was, again, pretty exclusive to such a context. Santiago turned to Swooce for confirmation, and the canine nodded.
"Sounds good!" the canine agreed, inviting Leah over to the platform, her hooves clanking as she walked to the top. "Starting off a little smaller might make things easier."
The goat nodded, and looked down a little hesitantly. "I guess I transform now, right?" she asked, to which he nodded. She huffed, "OK, this'll look kinda weird..."
Suddenly, and very rapidly, her anthropomorphic figure transformed into its four-legged equivalent: a black and brown goat. Leah looked down at the canine, smiling at his pleasantly surprised expression. "It's a great trick at parties, I guess?" she laughed.
"... and look; my horns are bigger!" Leah said as she wiggled her head, showing off the curved keratin on top. "Wanna feel?"
Swooce walked over to the edge of the platform, his large height still slightly towering over the goat. Reaching out, his paw trailed the length of the horn with his fingers until they met the goat's coarse fur. One of his finger's claws dug gently beneath the fur and gave Leah's head a scritch, her eyes rolling back a little as she enjoyed the sensation; her ears twitching.
"H-Heh, uh, I don't enjoy it that much, I swear," Leah said, reservedly. "... but please scratch my neck, next."
The wolf laughed, the canine complying with a little tickle, and she wiggled pleasantly. "A-Alright, I lied."
Swooce grinned, giving her neck a final brush with his claws before they began.
"A-Anyway, shall I just... jump in?" she said, looking forward tentatively.
"Heh. Uh, y-yes!" Swooce replied, trying to hide his sudden influx of excitement at the proposal. "Let me just get into position, and, uh, unhinge my jaw real quick." A little shakily, he removed his jacket and buttoned shirt (an effort to avoid ruining yet another one) and the rest of his clothes, revealing his thick, hirsute body. Santiago watched this process a little transfixed, Swooce had noticed; the llama soon crossing his legs as he looked away momentarily. The wolf placed his paws on the platform, leaning forward to allow an easier entry as his rotund gut swung below. A soft clicking was heard as he automatically unhinged his jaw, it soon hanging low against his chest as his gaping maw faced his first meal.
"Huh, that's kinda gross," she replied, looking at the sight with some distaste. "N-No offence! I mean, now I'm a goat, so... swings and roundabouts. Uh, r-ready?"
Swooce nodded, Santiago moving to the side of the gap between the wolf and the ramp as if the spotter for the event, the others watching with anticipation from the side. Leah took a step back, yelled "Watch the horns!" and ran towards the open maw, her neck lifted to prevent the protruding keratin from damaging her predator's throat. With a squelch and a thud, she soon collided with the cavernous gullet, its owner forced to take a loud gulp.
The canine was sent back by the brunt force, though quickly regained his stance and grip on the platform, taking a huge gulp as he felt the goat move forward slightly. Santiago jumped onto the platform and held Leah's legs up, pushing her fluffy behind to help stuff the goat down the wolf's throat. The combined effort made the act significantly easier, the canine taking big gulps as more of the animal was engulfed inside his jaws, the swelling in his puffed out cheeks soon spreading to his neck. The grey protrusion of fur continued to grow and then spread to his chest which, viewed from the side, seemed to almost mimic the size of his stomach. Swooce was relieved at the simplicity of the swallowing process, gulping whenever a big push was provided by Santiago; the two building up a little pattern between them. The llama persevered, practically wedging Leah's fluffy body inside; the goat's pointed horns and head making distinct bulges in the wolf's sagging stomach. Finally, the rest of Leah entered the huge maw, the llama continuing to pack the meal down into Swooce's gullet.
The wolf gave a thumbs up to let his feeder know he would take over, and they let go. He tilted his head back, closing his eyes as he took a succession of multiple swallows, the large bulges in his throat and neck lowering before a final gulp sent the rest of them down. The goat yelped a little inside, suddenly curling up compactly within Swooce's big stomach which now hung even larger below him. He slowly brought himself upward as he hinged his jaw, letting out a belch as he supported the huge, writhing stomach in his paws, huffing as he rubbed around its large circumference.
Without a moment's hesitation, Santiago stepped off the platform and embraced the wolf's fuzzy stomach, a blush spreading across his pale features. "O-Oh my goodness!" he exclaimed. "You... you really could do it!" He seemed in a daze as he ran his hooves around the bulging belly, his hands exploring its large width with curiosity; stopping where he found the goat's head to feel over it. The canine woofed in response, clearly enjoying the massage.
The remaining trio looked on, Brett and Tati looking very excited, and Alex with a hand to her chin nodding as if assessing an art piece.
"Woah, that's neat! Can I touch it?" the python asked, his jaw wide in surprise. Swooce turned to him and nodded, the snake quickly slithering over and bringing his scaly claws to the stomach. He leaned his smooth head against the belly, Leah responding by pushing against his cheek; a little lump that caused his head to jiggle. "Man, it's just so... cool! I-I mean, like, in a weird way?" the snake stuttered, but then just looked down, embarrassed. "... It's hard to compliment eating someone."
The wolf laughed, "I understand the emotion." He patted his chest as he belched, exhaling as he rested his paw on his lower belly." Whether I can fit everyone else will be the real test, I suppose! Now, who's next in line?"
Tati perked up, jumping as she held her hand high. He waved her over. "I suppose we should continue this in terms of size, then, eh?" Swooce suggested.
"Plus, friends get eaten together!" Tati exclaimed, patting her friend's outline in the belly before walking over to the platform. Swooce got a better look at her as she climbed it: petite in height, yet quite plump and wide-hipped. The wolf got into position again, and unhinged his jaw.
Tati took form as Leah had done, very rapidly, into her own feral form. She was still quite big, sporting a large, black-brown hind and a bit of a belly, but her figure was hardly different from a regular four-legged dog. Santiago studied the situation, then quickly went to stand behind the wolf and pressed his hooves against their large back.
"What's that for?" Swooce queried, as he was held forward.
"So you don't go flying back, again."
"Oh. Clever."
Tati steadied herself, appearing a lot more confident than her friend as she studied the wolf's jaw, positioning herself as if she were about to launch into a race. She darted forward in such a manner, charging towards and leaping into Swooce's throat with great accuracy; the llama pushing the big canine back against the force. The precise dive Tati performed had her upper body make good headway into the gullet, swelling up the predator's throat instantly. Santiago soon jumped onto the platform, lifting Tati's long legs up to aid their descent. He shoved a little harder this time, for the descent of the dog was progressing a little slower than the goat.
Tati helped the swallowing process as much as she could, writhing left and right to weasel her way down. It certainly helped, the wolf taking huge gulps as he suckled and salivated over her wide body, tugging on it in rhythm with Santiago's pushes. The canine could have sworn he heard a muffled "thick thighs save lives" being said from within, making him grin broadly.
"Need some help?" the snake suddenly asked Santiago, but the respondee shook their head. "Alright, I... I guess I'm just gonna rub that belly, if that's OK, Mr. Wolf?"
Swooce nodded, still amused at their polite address. Brett didn't hesitate, quickly approaching and feeling round the wide circumference of the hirsute stomach. He scritched under the lower belly of the mass, causing the predator to let out a little moan. The snake giggled.
"... D-Did I find a sweet spot?"
The wolf, still swallowing, nodded a little as a content grunt escaped his lips. He lifted the snake's hand to his upper belly, letting them feel where the Doberman's head had started to bulge out. The snake looked at this completely mesmerized, almost frozen in place. Swooce hugged them into his side, effectively squashing him against the newly emerging lumps; the snake writhing pleasantly against them, the reptile letting out a huff as he rubbed them slowly.
Santiago was still eagerly pushing the dog into the wolf's jaws, watching with fascination as their hind legs gradually disappeared into the dark gullet. Swooce tilted his head back to aid the final descent, the llama's heart pounding as he saw the large, swollen gullet and chest Swooce had; his body working around the meal almost in a snake-like fashion, the jaw shifting with each large gulp taken. The llama moved closer to the edge of the platform, rubbing the enlarged neck, leaning his cheek against the collection of raised chest fluff to listen to the squelches and glorping of the throat as it swallowed its meal. Looking up, he saw the wolf's jaws finally close around the rest of the dog's legs, merely their tail remaining which wagged excitedly outside of the salivated lips. Swooce stood up once more, the snake below him noticing this and helping him up. The big bulges gradually slipped down and met with the swollen stomach, causing it to slosh as it expanded even larger with the additional meal. "Glrk-gllrp!"
With a groan Swooce turned and leaned his back against the platform, the jiggling belly greatly overhanging his waist now that it had two inhabitants. "God, -hic-, I'm already stuffed and we're only halfway through!" he chuckled, belching again. Santiago dropped back down, joining the snake who had already embraced the hairy stomach in a tight hug. Swooce groaned.
"Heh, easy there, bud," the predator uttered, Brett loosening his grip and apologizing. Santiago rubbed underneath the belly, feeling out the aggregation of mounds that moved around the wolf's bloated gut. "Are you sure you could handle any more, Swooce? You seem kinda... overloaded," the llama asked, his tone reflecting some disillusionment.
Swooce belched, patting his distended stomach. "Just need, -urp-, a little moment's rest, is all. Don't worry; the tank isn't full yet," he said, sticking his tongue out at the llama, who responded with a bashful blush and thorough caress of the canine's fur.
The wolf paused for a moment, giving himself some time to catch his breath. He arched his back a little to stretch, a gentle crack heard along with the glorping of the belly as it was thrust upward. Swooce returned to his eating position, preparing his jaw again. Brett eagerly jumped onto the platform, clearly aware it was his go next. The snake quickly transformed into an armless, thinner, yet still considerably wide python which seemed to share the same length Brett typically had. Unfortunately, it was here that the canine saw just how long the snake was, and he gulped hard in apprehension. Is he even going to fit? he thought as he lowered his muzzle onto the platform; his swollen stomach now incredibly close to the floor, writhing about as the two friends within appeared to be enjoying themselves.
"Alright, here I come!" the python yelled, not even providing Swooce a moment of preparation before he slithered quickly into his jaws and dived down the throat. The canine felt the impact throw him backwards, but the overhanging stomach thankfully kept him weighed down. He took a large swallow as the ringmaster felt Brett writhe down his throat, the huge length of his body quickly starting to fill the rest of the gullet. The wolf looked up to find Santiago back on the platform, heaving the snake's body upward in his hooves, the llama gesturing with their head for the wolf lift himself up to be fed a little easier.
The horse looked over, holding their phone up. "Hey, you think I can put this on Instagram?"
"No, Alex," the llama replied, grunting as he hoisted the long body upward.
"But, like, the aesthetic-"
"No, Alex. But, you could come help, instead of standing there. Maybe comfort his stomach, or something?"
"Yeah, OK. I guess I just kinda been standing here this whole time," she said, joining the llama, helping the wolf's swollen discomfort by rubbing his bloated middle, looking at its mass with her analytical expression. "? ??????? ???? ???? ???? ?????? ???????"
Swooce ignored the conversation, maintaining his concentration on gulping Brett's huge length down. He felt over the huge, long lump in his throat with a steady paw gripped on the platform, the swelling disappearing as it reached his lower chest as the snake entered the stomach, before reemerging as a protruding lump in the top of the wolf's gut. Santiago watched, mesmerized, as the head left a trail behind him as the bulge literally snaked round the outside of Swooce's stomach. Perhaps the other inhabitants had not left enough room in the stomach, for it seemed Brett was exploring the confines a little blindly. As the python continued, the rest of his length was still being pushed down the throat, and after some time was then halfway down. This was hardly any relief to Swooce, who was looking at just how much remained to be swallowed.
Swooce lifted himself up a little more, his upper body craning back as if mimicking a howling wolf. The stomach's inhabitants shifted around to make way for the rest of Brett's length, and soon enough the python had finally found a spot to coil around, circling the two friends within; resulting in a bulging 'halo' forming around the lower belly. As the rest of the snake wiggled his way inside, the coil was slowly building upwards in layers of thick, rather distinguished lumps towards the middle of the belly. Brett's new method was far less painful compared to his original squirming around aimlessly inside, and Swooce moaned a little in relief. The coiling method was in turn building up the speed of entry, Santiago letting go of the snake as Brett suddenly began slithering inside a lot faster, the final remnants of his body writhing outside the wolf's lips like an incredibly thick noodle.
With a little more help from his feeder efficiently stuffing the rest of the python inside, Swooce closed his jaws and took a few more huge swallows to get the snake's immense length down. A final, noisy gulp had the snake entirely coiled up within the canine's huge gut, the odd addition to the mound of lumps forming a multi-layered, expansive ring. Swooce groaned as he rubbed over his overstuffed stomach, belching loudly in relief. He slumped against the platform and slid down to the dirt, his belly now close to being the same size as his body. Despite the painful consequences he absolutely adored the sensation of being packed so full, especially when what filled him was moving about and giving his insides a rather firm, internal massage.
"Swooce, are you OK?" Santiago asked, joining Alex at the front of the wolf, moving closer to provide a clearly more enthusiastic rubbing of his belly. "I-If it's too much, let's just stop here."
"Yeah, man," the horse said, joining in on the conversation. "Like, I can just come back another day, you know? Or, like, I can just get a head start on the refridgerator thing-"
"N-No," the wolf interrupted, groaning a little as he shifted his position to be an inch more comfortable. "I, -urp-, appreciate it. But, no... I'm good."
Alex and Santiago looked at each other, and the llama sighed. "I... I don't want to put you in pain, just for us," he said, looking guiltily at the canine.
"Appreciated, but, -hic-, trust me," he said, suppressing a burp. "This'll be good practice to let my stomach handle heavier things. Might be good for future performances, you know?"
The llama considered that and smiled, giving the wolf's belly a playful rub, briefly resting his head against it as its inhabitants caused it to move akin to a boat on a choppy ocean. He said, "I guess it's your turn, Alex."
The horse exhaled, momentarily nervous. She shook her head as if critical of her decision to turn up, but her transformation into her four-legged counterpart indicated she'd made up her mind. Alex wasn't big, much to Swooce's relief: a little wider than the Doberman had been and a little taller, but at least half the size of a typical mare. She did, however, have a little bit of a belly, though this wasn't unusual for her specific species.
"Alright, open up, man. I'm ready for the experience."
The wolf unhinged his jaw a final time as the horse walked towards him, pointing his mouth up towards her. Alex went to push her head inside but changed her mind, instead placing one of her hooves inside his jaw and then following with the other. "Little help, Santiago?"
The llama responded, standing behind the horse to keep her upright, catching her where she was swaying. She thanked him, "Sorry, I don't often change form. Also, I don't often climb into people's mouths."
"I, uh, share the difficulty," Santiago responded.
The wolf felt the two hooves slide down his tongue into his gullet, the hard material a little painful. Alex seemed to sense this, in turn curling her legs, which the predator truly appreciated. As the mare's spindly legs went deeper she lowered her head, her long snout reaching inside, making the wolf's cheeks swell. Swooce took a big gulp when her muzzle reached his gullet, his strong muscles tugging them inside. By this point he could feel Alex's hooves reaching through his stomach's opening, and soon after felt the hard keratin bulging his stomach outward.
To make way for yet another meal, the rest of Swooce's 'guests' gradually moved to accommodate the horse, making the greatly distended stomach groan. He was making his way over the horse's wide shoulders, his maw extending greatly as it worked around them in a snake-like fashion. No one was in a position to see it, but the wolf could feel just how big the bulges in his throat and chest were, and they seemed to be swelling even bigger as the rest of his meal was consumed. It seemed that most of the progress actually came from Alex's weight along with gravity, and the others inside his stomach, who had finally picked up on the great strain the wolf was having.
"Oye, gente, not too fast, OK?" Santiago said, peering down at the stomach to scold the excessive tugging by its inhabitants, though also using this moment to have a good look at it before he regained his focus.
It was starting to feel like a sort of inverse rescue mission: a team of people helping someone get in a predator, rather than escape from one. Swooce was certain this would take a lot longer normally, but the swallowing process was going smoothly with the support from the others. Despite this, as his jaw began to travel round the horse's distended belly, the canine started to slow down a little. Santiago noticed, pushing a little harder, Alex's back hooves on the ground providing some extra balance. Slowly, the horse trotted forward, every couple of seconds taking a tiny step as more of her was fed to the wolf.
Swooce groaned uncomfortably as Alex's belly bumped into Swooce's own, unintentionally, causing his packed stomach to be rocked about; the extra weight on his already greatly swollen gut caused some pain to his organ. Alex appeared to pick up on this, trying as much as she could to lift up her body using her long legs. Suckling and slurping around the mare's thick stomach, Swooce tugged on her side to wedge her in deeper, strenuously gulping her front down to eliminate the discomfort. With a combination of Santiago's hard pushes and the pulls from those already inside, Swooce grunted in relief as he finally worked his jaw over the mare's stomach. Alex's middle began its descent into the gullet with all but her bulky hind and legs draped atop the stomach remaining.
Santiago was finally able to get a better look at the wolf's distended stomach. At the lower part of the belly was the horse's protruding head, its long snout pressing out against the wolf's navel and beginning to rise upward as more of Alex slipped inside; mimicking the protrusion Brett had caused as he slithered about. Her big stomach had swollen Swooce's neck, hugely, and in the position he was in it just looked like an extension of his belly. As he swallowed more of the mare his stomach was noticeably rising, the llama now leaning against it as he continued to push her inside. He didn't resist pressing his slender body into the hirsute mass, huffing as he began to gently grind his hips against it as his breath wavered with excitement. But Alex soon bumped Santiago with her hoof, quietly muffling within,
"??? ? ????? ? ????? ?? ???? ???? ????? ???? ????? ???? ?? ????".
"O-Oh, geez. Sorry, Alex," Santiago responded, looking down at the stomach, bashfully; petting the horse's protruding outline in an apology.
Swooce tugged on the horse's long legs, taking long, hard gulps as his maw generated as much saliva as it could to lubricate his huge meal. The llama was now pulling down on the horse's spindly legs, his hands meeting with the canine's large paws. Slowly but surely the large jaws started to close as Alex's large hind is stuffed inside, the wolf increasingly tilting his head backward.
Santiago whimpered as he watched Swooce's powerful throat work the mare's behind down. As more of the mare went down the lumps in the canine's throat were starting to lessen, their body swelling the giant stomach even bigger. The llama could see just how packed it was, the distinguishable bulges of the others now a lot greater as they were forced outwards. The horse had clearly taken the centre of the stomach, her head and back forming a taller bulge that ran vertically up the wolf's gut, and he could see that this was growing. Santiago ran his hands over Leah's horns, which he felt stick out the upper part of the stomach, along with the thick, bulging rings of the python; Brett responding with a playful wiggle. He could see that the snake had spread himself a little, now merely forming one halo around the other inhabitants like the orbit of a planet.
The wolf grunted in relief as his wide maw was close to closing around the long legs and tail of the mare. Alex started to pull her legs inside, causing the rest of her to be engulfed a lot faster. As half of her legs slipped inside her brown tail finally disappeared from sight, becoming yet another addition to Swooce's bulging chest.
Santiago took some time to enjoy this, running his hands over the huge lumps in his feedee's throat. He moved closer and nuzzled against them, the wolf grunting in satisfaction. As he slurped the rest of his huge meal inside he finally let go of the horse's legs, relying on his throat muscles for the rest of the work, Swooce moving his paws slowly to the side of his belly and rubbing it in a circular motion to settle the discomfort as much as possible. He brought one paw to his neck, joining Santiago in a little massage of the swollen mass; holding it there momentarily as to let the feeder savor the moment. After a moment, Swooce closed his eyes as he started to take heavy, loud gulps, the horse shifting down with each swallow. The llama watched this excitedly, seeing how the wolf's neck neck was gradually returning to normal, his swollen cheeks now gone and the mass in his throat gradually fading as it travelled to his stomach. The lump finally disappeared, Swooce gasping as his airway was reclaimed, and he released a long belch followed by quite the lengthy groan as he leaned defeated against the humongous stomach in front of him.
"Grlk -urf-," Swooce exclaimed, swallowing the remaining saliva in his throat and maw. "H-How's that for -hic- a circus trick, eh, Santiago?"
The llama whimpered as he relished the sight, flopping against the hard gut, the canine groaning in response and belching again. "Urfg - h-hey, careful," Swooce grimaced, caressing the swollen mound.
"Oh, Swooce, I'm so sorry," said the llama, hopping off the belly.
"Yer fine, -urf-, hun," he smiled, a little weakly. He brought a paw to his upper belly, exhaling as he rubbed it, looking down to watch the immense commotion going on within. "Seems -hrrf- like a real party's going on in there, huh?"
As Santiago sat himself down in front of the canine he watched the tumultuous commotion within it, nodding, bashfully. Indeed, it appeared that a lot was going on inside; a range of protrusions and outlines spread across the stomach, deforming and reforming in different spots. The llama rubbed around its expansive front, their beige face flushed as they nestled their snout into the padding. "To see it in reality is just... I cannot describe it."
"-Hic-... Cool, as Brett would say?"
"Huh. H-Heh, yeah. Cool, I suppose," Santiago smiled, nuzzling and giving the inside of the wolf's navel a lick, making its owner whine and close his eyes in a lustful moan. They continued this, the llama thinking before he looked back up at the wolf. "They'll... be alright, won't they?"
"Nnff... hmm?"
"I mean... they won't be hurt, will they?"
"O-Oh - naw, not at all. I wouldn't do this if anyone got hurt. They'll be back... some of them in more ways than one," he smirked, winking at his feeder.
Santiago nodded happily, smiling at the wolf. He stopped, looking down at the ground as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly "... Swooce?"
The wolf looked at Santiago, looking at them inquisitively.
"... Heh. Don't suppose you got room for one more in there, do you?"