Feeding Frenzy

Out of all the Italian restaurants in the city, Vendiamo Cibo was regarded as the best of the best. Portions were extremely generous, the food was top quality, and the employees were all friendly and attentive. What made it especially attractive was that premium meals didn’t come with a premium price, all within a reasonable range considering how much food the received. Based on the attitudes of the waitstaff, it was the ideal place to work.

Behind closed doors, however, Vendiamo Cibo told a different story. The restaurant’s owner was a brown weasel named William, who wasn’t necessarily abusive but had absurdly high standards. The waitstaff were required to act the way they did, lest they get lectured by their boss. The same went for the chefs, who were expected to stick to complicated recipes and would get heavily criticized if everything wasn’t absolutely perfect. The customers never noticed if anything was “wrong,” and considered every meal better than anything they could make at home. But William noticed, and never let a chef’s mistake go unmentioned.

One such chef, Artemis, was a pembroke welsh corgi who was half the height of most of her fellow cooks. She had been provided an accommodation in the form of a stepping stool, but William didn’t seem to trust her and frequently shadowed her as she worked. If even one little teaspoon of sauce wasn’t in exactly the right spot, he would point it out and chastise her for not being careful. She tolerated the critique at first, but it kept building up until she hit a point where she knew something had to be done.

A golden opportunity presented itself when a famous food critic, Cooper, arrived to review the restaurant. Like almost all food critics, he wasn’t upfront about his reasons for being there; he wanted the same experience that any other customer received. William, however, recognized the brown-furred otter the moment he walked in the door. He knew he couldn’t reveal his knowledge, lest he affect the review. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t tweak things in his favor within the kitchen.

The weasel burst through the swinging metal doors into the kitchen, hardly able to contain his excitement. “Everyone, listen up!” he said, clapping his handpaws together loudly. “We have a very special guest today: the world famous Cooper himself is here!” He looked at all his chefs, seeing them wearing their white shirts and pants, gloves, and tall cylindrical hats with netting covering their heads and connecting to their collars. He frowned and asked, “Where’s Stacy?”

“She’s out sick,” said a badger who was cleaning dishes.

William growled and then stomped his footpaw on the ground. “How could she be sick on today of all days?” he snapped. He looked over to a red fox who was multi-tasking over a stove. “Clarence! Stop what you’re doing, I’ve got a special project for you.”

“I’d need someone to take over in that case,” replied the fox, not looking up from what he was doing. “Your own words: ‘under no circumstances do you stop cooking until the dish is done.’”

The weasel growled again, looking around for any spare chefs. All of them were busy working on multiple meals, except for one: the corgi, who was doing an inventory count as requested. She was standing in the store room doorway, holding a clipboard and checking off items on a list. The weasel had to consider his options carefully, and sighed as he realized he had to settle on something he considered less than ideal.

“Artemis,” said William. “Stop what you’re doing.” She didn’t seem to be paying attention, mumbling to herself and scribbling on the list. “Artemis!” That was when she finally turned her head to look at him. “We have a food critic here today and all the other chefs are busy, so I have to ask you to handle it.”

“Well, thank you so much for the vote of confidence,” said Artemis, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “It really makes me want to give it my all.”

The sarcasm went over the weasel’s head, and he pointed at her in an almost accusatory manner. “You’d better give it your all,” he said. “Cooper is the food critic to impress and if you mess any of this up, I’ll have you cleaning toilets for the rest of your career. Do I make myself crystal clear?”

“Sir, yes sir!” said the corgi, standing with legs together and giving a military salute: a chopping motion away from her forehead. “Artemis Pembroke, reporting for duty!” She was mocking the weasel, but again it completely escaped his notice.

“If you approached everything with that attitude, maybe I wouldn’t have to watch over you so often,” said William. “Speaking of, as much as I hate to leave you to your own devices, I can’t babysit you this time. I have a phone meeting soon that I can’t miss but I’ll be back as soon as it’s over.” “Oh thank goodness,” said Artemis, again with audible sarcasm. “I don’t know how I’d ever manage without you looking over my shoulder every three seconds.”

“You’ll just have to make do until I’m done,” replied the weasel. While he was cunning in some ways, he wasn’t very receptive in others. “First up: Pasta al Pomodoro. Do you think you can handle it?” “You mean the most basic thing we have on our menu?” asked the corgi. “Yeah, I think I can handle putting our pomodoro sauce on cooked pasta.”

William held up a forefinger. “Don’t forget the—!”

“Salt in the boiling water,” interrupted Artemis. “Exactly one half teaspoon down to the grain, no more, no less.” She went into the storeroom and emerged with her stepladder, holding it under her arm. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to get started.” She grabbed a cooking pot and began to fill it with water in an available sink. She waited until she heard William stepping out of earshot and then exhaled a groaning sigh. “Gods, doesn’t even trust me to boil fucking water,” she muttered, turning to the badger washing dishes. “Can you believe that asshole?”

“I think that’s a bit unfair,” replied the badger. “I know some assholes and they’re not that obnoxious.”

Artemis couldn’t help but laugh at that, her tail wagging as she finished filling the pot with water. “Thanks, I needed that,” she said, followed by another sigh. “Man, he’s going to find something wrong with this no matter what I do, isn’t he?”

“Probably,” said the badger, turning to look at the green-eyed corgi with his brown eyes. “It’s not just you, though. He’s been this way since long before you signed on.” He shook his head. “That’s honestly why I’ve stuck with washing dishes: there isn’t a specific recipe for the amount of soap I use, so he mostly leaves me alone.”

“I don’t get why he has to be such a perfectionist,” said the corgi. “You can’t really add a personalized touch if you’re building something like a machine would, you know?”

“It almost makes me wonder why he didn’t just build a factory or something,” the badger agreed. “It’s unreasonable to demand perfection from imperfect beings.”

“True that,” said Artemis. She sighed again. “Anyways, I better get started before he materializes from his meeting to lecture me about the stove knobs or something.”

“Good luck,” said the badger, going back to what he was doing.

The corgi brought the pot of water to a stove, setting it to boil. She put in half a teaspoon of salt as instructed, and went to the store room to find a container of pomodoro sauce (pre-made by the restaurant in small batches). She pushed aside boxes and jars, frowning as she wasn’t able to find what she was looking for. “Hey, has anyone seen the pomodoro sauce?” she called out.

“I just used the last of it,” said the red fox from before, still keeping his eyes on his various tasks.

The corgi’s face fell at the news. “We’re out?” she said with dismay. “Motherf—I have to be the one to tell William, don’t I?” All the other chefs were clearly busy and she felt a rising sense of dread. “Shit,” she muttered.

There was an intercom system between William’s office and the kitchen. The corgi felt her heart racing as she walked up to it, and pressed the button to start up a call. She waited until she heard the click, and then braced herself.

“I’m in a meeting,” growled the weasel’s voice over the intercom. “This better be important.”

“It’s kind of an emergency,” said Artemis. “We’re out of pomodoro sauce.”

There was a pause on the other end. “What do you mean we’re out of pomodoro sauce?” said William. The sound of a fist slamming against a desk could be heard. “How could you let this happen!?”

“I didn’t get a chance to finish my inventory count, otherwise I’d have caught it,” said Artemis.

“Listen, we’ve still got marinara sauce, so I could just—”

“No,” the weasel interrupted sternly. “Are you insane!? We promised him Pasta al Pomodoro and we are not substituting it with marinara!” He sighed angrily. “I can’t fix this for you right now, so make a batch from scratch. I will be inspecting your work and there better not be any mistakes. As for Cooper, go inform him that it will take some time. It’s your responsibility to make this right. Don’t screw this up or you will regret it.”

“But you never told me the—” the call ended before Artemis could finish her thought, “…recipe.” She hadn’t been actually taught how to make the restaurant’s pomodoro sauce, only having been instructed to use the batches. “Yeah okay,” she said, knowing that William couldn’t hear her. “I’ll go ahead and pull a miracle out of my ass.” She sighed once again and shook her head, turning down the stove where her water was still boiling. She pushed her way through the doors and made her way into the seating area of the restaurant.

The dining room was fairly crowded, but Cooper was easy to spot—largely because he was the only otter in the restaurant at the time. He was on the chubby side, his brown fur mostly covered by a dark- gray three-piece suit. His sparkling blue eyes were on his phone, and he appeared to be typing something. Artemis concluded that he was writing down notes, but didn’t want to blow his cover (so to speak). His right ear had a thick band earring, which wasn’t all that prominent but caught Artemis’s attention for reasons unknown to her at the time. She also noticed that he appeared to be around the same height as her, sitting atop a stack of pillows for his comfort and convenience.

“Excuse me,” said the corgi, and the otter looked up from his phone. “Hi, I’m incredibly sorry but we’re currently out of our pre-made pomodoro sauce.” She bowed her head in an apologetic manner. “We can make some more if you’re willing to wait, but I understand if you’d prefer something else.”

“I see,” said Cooper, typing something and then lowering the phone down, smiling at Artemis. “Well, thanks for letting me know! I’ve been looking forward to eating here for a while, so I’m willing to wait as long as it takes.”

Artemis had to prevent herself from letting out an audible a sigh of relief. “Thank you for understanding,” she said. “We’ll have it out for you as soon as it’s ready.” With that, she made her way back to the kitchen, trying to figure out how to proceed. There was no way to follow her boss’s exact recipe, and he would never let her live it down when he discovered the inevitable imperfections. She was about to just accept that there was no way of winning the situation when something occurred to her: the attention to detail wasn’t important, it was whether or not the otter enjoyed the meal.

From that little flash of inspiration, a deceptively simple scheme rapidly unfolded in Artemis’s mind: use a special chemical mixture that would induce cravings for more in whatever it was added into. This would not only ensure that Cooper would enjoy the meal, it would also prove a point to William: recipes don’t have to be perfect to be well-received. A part of her was uncertain, since it felt a bit manipulative and a side effect of this particular mixture was bodily growth. But she reassured herself that the chemical wasn’t addictive and if Cooper was happy, all would be well that ended well.

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William finished his meeting about forty minutes later, just in time for Artemis to leave the kitchen with a large plate of pasta and pomodoro sauce. He exited his office to see her walking towards the table, and his plans changed: rather than inspect the sauce she had created, he wanted to see how it was received by Cooper.

The otter had gone back to looking at his phone, munching on free breadsticks that had been provided by way of apology. He looked up as he saw the two approaching his table, eyes lighting up and phone being placed into his pocket.

“Thank you so very much for your patience,” said William before Artemis had a chance to open her mouth. “Our pomodoro sauce is made from a recipe by yours truly, and I’m sure it’ll be to your expectations.”

Cooper tilted his head. “You’re the manager, yes?” he asked.

“That’s correct!” replied William proudly.

“Seems a bit strange that the manager would personally oversee something like this,” Cooper commented.

The weasel tugged on his shirt collar. “Ah, yes! Well, you see, when we run out of our pre-made batches, I like to personally make sure that it’s to the customer’s liking.” He was lying through his teeth, of course—he was only trying to make sure that the review was good. The otter had his suspicions but was more focused on the food.

“Can I say something before you build this up too much?” began Artemis. “I couldn’t follow the recipe because—”

“You what!?” bellowed William, temporarily losing his cool. He looked and saw everyone staring at him, and then cleared his throat, tugging on his collar again. “I mean… Artemis! What possible reason could you have to not follow the recipe I very clearly and explicitly—”

“The one that you said was too complicated for me to follow?” the corgi interrupted, and the weasel’s posture began to droop.

Cooper raised a brow. “You… didn’t teach your chefs one of your recipes?” he asked, clearly having some skepticism.

“Not yet,” said the weasel quickly. “She’s very new here, just learning the ropes, and… well, you know how it goes.” He looked towards the corgi and glared at her. “Isn’t that right, Artemis?”

The corgi could have blown the whistle right then and there, but that wouldn’t have been nearly as satisfying as what she had planned. “Sure,” she said flatly to the weasel, then turned to the otter. “Point being that this isn’t the traditional Vendiamo Cibo pomodoro sauce, but I put my heart into it and I hope it’s to your liking.”

“That’s good enough for me!” said the otter, picking up a fork. He twirled some pasta onto the utensil and dipped it into the sauce, bringing it to his mouth. The moment he closed his mouth around it and his tongue touched the tomato sauce, his eyes opened wide and he froze in place. This was pomodoro sauce, yes, but there was something about it which tasted amazing and he couldn’t quite figure out the flavor. What he did know was that he wanted to shovel as much of it into his mouth as possible.

“This is the best sauce I have ever tasted,” said Cooper. He then tossed the fork aside and grabbed a fistful of pasta and sauce, stuffing it into his mouth and chewing noisily (but at least doing so with his mouth closed). William’s jaw dropped and he slowly turned to Artemis, who simply smiled. Cooper finished the plate in mere seconds, announcing his meal’s completion with a belch and patting his suit- covered stomach with a sauce-covered handpaw. “More of that, please,” he said.

“Right away, sir,” said Artemis with a bow, quickly making her way to the kitchen before William could stop her.

William watched her leave, his jaw opening and closing as he struggled to find the right words. How could someone like her come up with something that was eaten so greedily? The shock of the situation clashed with the indignation of his own recipe being one-upped, and he was left unable to speak at all. Cooper, meanwhile, wasn’t fully aware of the chemical’s effects. His suit started to feel a bit tight, but he figured it was from eating a lot of carbohydrates in a short amount of time. He was still very hungry, and his mouth watered as Artemis emerged with a table-sized platter of Pasta al Pomodoro. She grunted as she held it over her head, letting it flump onto the table and causing some creaks from the weight.

“I figured you’d just want the rest of the batch,” explained the corgi, panting a little from carrying the plate. “I hope you don’t mind.”

The otter grinned and pulled off his tie. “Guess I should get comfortable then,” he said, unbuttoning his sports coat and shirt. He quickly removed his top coverings as well as his pants and underpants, standing stark naked. Nobody had a chance to ask what he was up to before he reached up and took off his earring, placing it on the table. It was revealed to be a compression device when, upon its removal, his body bloated outward with flab. He was as wide as he was tall, rolls of fat billowing out and reaching towards the floor.

Both Artemis and William were stunned by what they saw. Artemis was blushing, having a weakness for that kind of body type. Her mind was racing with thoughts she quickly tried to push aside for the sake of being professional. William, however, was trying to process that an employee had impressed the food critic with their recipe. The thought of anyone being better than him was unacceptable, and yet he couldn’t deny the truth in front of him.

Cooper was noisily stuffing pasta into his mouth, splashing sauce in various directions and causing other customers to stare. Even if he were the type to feel self-conscious about that sort of thing, his only goal was to get every last morsel of that Pasta al Pomodoro in his stomach as quickly as possible. He inhaled the food almost like a vacuum and he finished the entire pile of noodles within two minutes… He suckled sauce off of each of his pawfingers and let out a mighty belch, sending fat ripples across his stomach. The moment the last morsels landed in his stomach, his body began to tremble and then doubled in height, leaving him towering over everyone else and causing some commotion from customers.

The otter’s gaze went to the corgi, and he noticed her blushing. It was then that pieces were starting to fall into place. “You did something to the sauce, didn’t you?” he said with a knowing grin.

The corgi felt her heart leap into her chest as she looked toward the otter, having to tilt her head up to mak eye contact. “Wh-what do you mean?” she responded, a little too quickly.

Cooper waddled over to Artemis, his entire body jiggling and wobbling as he moved. His huge belly hung over his crotch, keeping him covered. “Pomodoro sauce doesn’t cause growth like this, so there was definitely something extra in there,” he said, staring into her eyes.

Artemis realized that the truth was impossible to deny in the face of clear physical evidence. “Y-yeah,” she admitted. “I added a little something that makes you want more and um… has a side effect of making you… bigger.” She unclasped her net and took her hat off, holding it under an arm. “It’s not addictive, for what it’s worth, but that’s really no excuse.”

“Well, I’m incredibly flattered,” said the otter with a swish of his pudgy tail.

“I know, I—” Artemis began, stopping once his words registered. “Flattered?” she repeated, tilting her head.

“You obviously didn’t know about my compression earring,” explained the otter, “so you must have been hoping to make me huge.” He patted his gargantuan stomach, sending ripples across the folds of fat. “It’s nice to meet others who appreciate me at my best.”

The corgi’s eyes opened wide and she blushed deeper. “Th-that’s not,” she stuttered, “I mean, y-you’re not wrong that I like, um… b-but I was—”

“Would you get out of here?” snapped a male voice from a nearby table. “Some of us are trying to eat here without having to stare at a pile of lard.”

“Excuse me?” said Cooper, turning to see who had spoken up. A mouse sitting alone in a booth was glaring at him. Cooper narrowed his eyes in response, and waddled over to the booth. “You want to repeat that to my face?” he challenged.

The mouse folded his arms across his chest. “I bet you can’t even fit through the doorway without that compression earring you were wearing,” he said coldly. “You’re disgusting.”

Cooper leaned forward and slammed both pudgy handpaws on the table. His palms were almost the size of plates now. “And you’re part of what’s wrong with the world,” he said sternly. “I’m not hurting anyone with my weight, which I happen to be extremely proud of, and I’ll thank you to mind your own business.”

“It’s my business when we might run out of food,” the mouse countered with a venomous tone. “Before we know it, you’ll resort to eating us.”

The otter was about to respond but something clicked in his mind. That didn’t sound like a bad idea, all things considered. “Nothing I say is going to change your mind, is it?” he said softly.

“Don’t waste your breath,” said the mouse, making a shooing gesture with his handpaw. “Use that energy to waddle your fat ass out of here so the rest of us can eat in peace.”

Cooper grinned toothily and grabbed the mouse by the shoulders. “I’ve got a better idea,” said Cooper. The mouse squirmed in surprise as Cooper licked his lips with his blue tongue. “I think the best way to get you to appreciate fat is to become it.”

The mouse’s eyes opened wide. “You wouldn’t dare!” he said with disbelief.

The rodent stared in horror as the otter’s jaws opened wide, strands of saliva connecting his tongue to the roof of his mouth. He was shoved into the gaping maw headfirst, feeling the warm dampness of saliva clinging to his fur. The otter guided the mouse to the back of his throat, and swallowed repeatedly. The mouse couldn’t resist the pull and kicked his legs desperately as his torso was tugged into the squishy tunnel. Peristalsis and constant gulping kept tugging him deeper, until his legs vanished down past the otter’s lips.

Cooper’s stomach gurgled and groaned as the mouse squirmed and writhed, trying to escape the inescapable confines of a hungry otter. Cooper responded by patting the wriggling bulge in his stomach and chuckling mischievously. His stomach growled again and a slight ache made him realize it wasn’t just his struggling prey causing burbles: he was still hungry. And he was past the point of food alone being enough to sate him.

The otter waddled to an adjacent table with a feline couple, who were simply staring at him with uncertain emotions. He looked between the two cats, then to their half-finished meals, then to the cats. A stream of drool began to dribble down his chin as he walked up to one of the felines and grabbed her by the shoulders, shoving her into his mouth. He chugged and gulped, feeling her wriggle and writhe before sliding down into his stomach. He didn’t hesitate to grab the other cat and give him the same treatment, his legs thrashing in a futile attempt to escape before vanishing down the otter’s throat.

William had finally recovered from his stupor to register what was happening before his eyes. Never mind the fact that the recipe hadn’t been followed, his customers were being eaten! He gritted his teeth and trembled with rage, slowly turning to Artemis. She had been the cause of this and he was going to make sure she knew how badly she screwed up.

The weasel turned towards the corgi, seeing her face blushing as bright red as the pomodoro sauce. “Artemis!” he roared, making her flinch and jump with surprise. “What in the holy mother of hell were you thinking!?”

“I just wanted you to realize that things don’t have to be perfect to be good,” said Artemis, ears folded back against her head. “I didn’t think it’d escalate into this!” In truth, she enjoyed seeing a fat otter gorging himself on other creatures, but this was definitely not the right time to say so.

William found that explanation to be unacceptable and had hit his limits for tolerating her perceived incompetence. “That does it!” he snapped, storming towards her furiously. Whatever he intended to do was stopped by a pair of pudgy handpaws on his shoulders, and a chill ran up his spine as he felt Cooper’s fat and writhing stomach press up against his back.

“This bastard seems to be giving you a lot of trouble,” said Cooper to Artemis. “What do you want me to do with him?” A glint flashed across his eyes. “And do be honest, please.”

The corgi gulped audibly, her face heating up with fluster. “Eat him and make him into ass fat, please,” she finally said.

“What!?” the weasel cried out, squirming in a futile attempt to escape the otter’s grasp. “After everything I’ve done for you, this is how you repay me!?”

“You’ve been an absolute prick to me since I joined,” said Artemis, shaking her head. “Quite frankly I think you’re much better suited to being fat on someone’s butt.”

Words completely failed William, his perspective not allowing him to see things from her side. In his mind, he had been doing her a favor by constantly reminding her to be precise. He was dumbfounded and only started to realize he was being eaten when his torso was being tugged into Cooper’s mouth. At that point it was too late, and he kicked around helplessly as he vanished down into the fleshy blue tunnel.

The otter winced a little bit afterwards. “Noted, bitter creatures have bitter flavors,” he commented out loud, followed by a thundering “BWOOOOOORP” belching out of his mouth. He smacked his lips and then patted his stomach with both handpaws. “Aftertaste is pretty nice, though.” He then turned to Artemis, who flinched as he made eye contact.

“A-are you going to eat me too?” the corgi asked with uncertainty.

“You?” said Cooper. “I bet you taste pretty sweet.” He chuckled and shook his head. “But no, I’m just going to sit on you when I’m done eating everyone.” He snickered at her very flustered reaction to that, and began to waddle towards the door, feeling the squirming weight of his prey in his wobbling stomach. All the guests were watching him cautiously, acting as if not moving would help them elude his sight. It didn’t occur any of them to actually try to leave until he had already locked the door and smashed off the handle with a firm swipe of his handpaw. “Until then, go ahead and imagine how nice it’ll feel to be underneath me.”

All Artemis could do was stammer random syllables as Cooper made his way to the various guests. Chaos was beginning to unfold, many of the customers and waitstaff attempting to hide against the walls. For some reason, doorways didn’t seem to occur to any of them in their panic. Cooper made his way to everyone else in the restaurant, shoving them down his throat and swallowing them whole. His gigantic butt wobbled like gelatin as he waddled around, and he could feel Artemis staring at it. He made sure to keep it within her sight, very much appreciating her fixation.

The otter ate everyone in the restaurant, even making his way to the kitchen and devouring the chefs. He also went ahead and ate all of the food in storage, figuring that since nobody would be around to cook it, nobody else really needed it. By the time he was done, his stomach was bulging outwards and he struggled to fit through the doorways, managing to squish his way back into the dining room with a huge wriggling mass in his stomach. He had to push his belly along as it rested on the floor, more than double his previous weight now stretching out his stomach.

“Do me a favor and get undressed, then lay down under me,” said Cooper to Artemis, not able to see her over his own stomach as he trudged to his table. “It’s a lot easier for me to just sit down than try to find you.”

The corgi squeaked. “Y-yes, sir” she said, hearing her pulse start to pound in her ears. She looked at the tables as she walked around to the otter’s backside, seeing that the otter had taken the liberty of cleaning off the unfinished meals while he was gorging himself. She saw his flabby buttcheeks, hanging down under their own heft. She pinched herself to make sure she was awake, and then took a deep breath as she removed her clothes and then sat down, scooting her legs forward and underneath the otter.

The moment Cooper felt those feetpaws against his stomach, he reached back to spread his buttcheeks and show off his shiny blue donut, then promptly sat it down right on Artemis’s face. He chirred softly as he felt her snout sink inside the slick ring, filling her nose with a rich and spicy scent. He felt her blushing hotly, and then wiggled a bit to get comfortable.

Artemis only had a second to admire the view before she was buried in the warm depths of otter donut. The scent was intoxicating and his butt-flab moulded around the rest of her body, keeping her firmly pinned underneath the weight. She could sense the distant squirming in his stomach, feeling like slight shifts in her current position. She heard distant groans and gurgles in his belly as the various creatures were starting to melt down into nutrients.

When the lower-most creatures in the otter’s stomach felt the liquid start to rise, they began to panic. But where the digestive juices touched, they were hit with a blissful tingling pleasure. They could tell that they were melting down, yet it was just as the otter had promised the very first mouse: being digested did feel amazing. Any fear they had felt dissolved with their bodies, sinking into a peaceful acceptance.

The bulges and bumps of Cooper’s stomach began to round out as his prey melted into goop, his body quickly converting it into fat. Despite the digestion not taking any constant effort, it was a lot for his body to handle and he began to sweat. As his belly began to sink inwards slightly, his hips began to swell up, fat crawling across the carpet and covering the corgi even further. He closed his eyes and saw himself getting bigger in his mind’s eye, his mental image following his real growth. The sweat began to pool up around him, saturating the fibers of the carpet.

Artemis could feel the pounds above and around her piling on, leaving her firmly pinned against the floor. As sweat began to build up around her, the potent scent got stronger. The dampness kept her face held in his donut with suction, trapping her with the powerful odor. There wasn’t anything she could do except take deep inhales through her nose, which made it all the more enjoyable for her.

The otter would have been happy to just sit there and digest, but his current seating arrangement was made even better when he felt the distinct slurps of a tongue against his insides. “Mmmm,” he hummed happily, feeling his shaft twitch in his sheath and the tapered tip bump up against his belly overhang. Sweat continued to roll down his body in thick rivulets, some droplets catching in his rolls and pooling up on his fur. He settled his weight atop the corgi, donut squashing out and getting more of her head in the fragrant confines.

The corgi felt the slightly wrinkled flesh of pucker near the back of her head, and her snout being hugged by the soft squishiness of inner walls. She dove her tongue in as deep as it could go, hit with a surprising flavor of blueberry. She surrendered to submissive instincts, licking the otter’s insides almost feverishly. She felt clenches around her tongue, lapping and swirling it as far as she could reach. Cooper just happily sat there as Artemis made out with the inside of his butt, letting her tongue do the work of raising his arousal. There was far too much stomach in the way for him to have any hope of seeing his own erection, but he felt himself throbbing and humped at the air slightly, not able to lift off the ground and simply causing small waves to ripple across his fat body.

The corgi was lost in a lust-induced haze, her crotch moist from arousal but her focus entirely on the otter’s enjoyment. She explored every inch of him that her tongue could reach, happily letting the fruity flavor cling to her tongue. The sweat continued to build up, adding salty overtones to the scents and tastes overpowering her senses. She could still feel his ass expanding with fat, preventing her from even being able to wriggle. She didn’t mind though, she loved how trapped she was under that gargantuan butt.

The otter could feel the corgi’s enjoyment and it was infectious. He tried to reach down to his crotch with a handpaw but couldn’t get his arm around his still-swollen stomach. A few grunting and groaning attempts at leaning forward yielded no results, and he decided to just sit there and enjoy being rimmed. He kept lifting and lowering his hips as best he could, the sweat continuing to build up in the massive crevice of his asscrack.

Artemis felt a need to go deeper, and up until that point she had been firmly squashed in place by sheer weight. The slickness of sweat, however, gave her just enough room to shift her body a bit. She used this newfound freedom of movement to push her way deeper into Cooper’s donut, her head slipping inside. His inner walls started to help her along with inward tugs, and it wasn’t long before her torso started to slide in.

“Aaahhhh!” Cooper exhaled with pleasure, feeling the corgi’s body start to go inside of him. As more and more of her was tugged inside, a droplet of precum leaked out of his cocktip, mixing with the sweat rolling down his stomach. His fat webbed feetpaws clenched and toe-curled from pleasure, splashing sweat outwards with every little movement.

The corgi eagerly allowed herself to be tugged into the squishy depths of the otter, and as her own feetpaws vanished into the puckered ring she felt her snout bump up against his prostate. She pressed up into it and began nudging around, attacking his pleasure centers with appreciative nuzzles. She could hear him cry out again with pleasure and start trembling with enjoyment, and she wriggled around to add to his stimulation.

The otter’s cock throbbed as pre leaked from the tip, his fat-rolls jiggling as he humped upwards against his belly-fat overhang. The pressure and tension built up in his loins, and he clenched his eyes shut as orgasm rapidly approached. He couldn’t have stopped himself from cumming even if he tried, thick creamy spurts launching out against the underside of his belly. His insides clenched around the corgi, keeping her firmly pinned against his prostate and keeping him climaxing that much harder. Artemis found herself squeezed too tightly to move, face mashed up against Cooper’s prostate. She could feel the shudders of his body as he came, his orgasm lasting for longer than she bothered to count. Her mind was fogged with the scent and flavors of his insides, and it was all she could think about while constantly surrounded by his essence.

Cooper’s cum formed a puddle beneath his belly, dripping from the overhang along with his constant flowing sweat. He let his weight fall backwards with a floor-shaking THUMP, fat sprawling out along the carpet. He took some time to enjoy the feeling of Artemis inside of himself, before (with much effort) rolling onto his side and beginning to clench outwards to free her from her confines. Artemis felt the doughy softness of sweaty buttfat against her feetpaws, the feeling sliding up her legs as her body was pushed out. When the very tips of her ears had escaped from his donut, she was still completely surrounded in buttcheek, the melted prey having added hundreds of pounds to his hips alone. She wasn’t in any huge rush to leave his gigantic butt, and nuzzled her way back towards his donut.

The otter rumbled happily at the attention, slowly pushing himself to sit up and pin the corgi underneath his weight. He looked to the table, seeing that the compression earring was where he had left it. He put it on his ear, and within seconds his rolls of fat trembled and then began to condense inwards. Before long he was the same chubby shape he had been when he arrived, though now four times as tall thanks to the chemical that had been added to his food. He was still sitting on the corgi’s face, giving a comfortable wiggle before leaning to the side.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” asked Cooper.

“Way more than I should have, probably,” panted Artemis. Her crotch was still moist from her own arousal, but she was too exhausted to try to self-indulge.

“I’m glad,” said the otter, shifting his weight over and sitting next to the corgi. He looked around and took in how much smaller the world seemed now, then looked to his handpaws, clenching and unclenching his pawfingers. “I have to say, I don’t mind being this tall,” he looked to his clothes piled up on the floor, “but I’m going to need a new wardrobe because of you.”

“Sorry about that,” the corgi apologized. “I wasn’t thinking in terms of how it would effect you, just trying to get William to stop being so obxnoxious.”

Cooper laughed and reached back to squeeze his own rump, not nearly as bloated with blubber but still quite round. “Well, you won’t need to worry about him anymore,” he said. His eyes scanned the restaurant, seeing how empty it was without anyone else there. “I might have gone a bit overboard with eating as much as possible though.”

Artemis blushed again. “I honestly thought it was perfect,” she said. “The fact that you decided to turn everyone except me into butt fat is… hufff.” She squirmed a little bit, getting hot and bothered just from talking about it.

The otter smiled and reached over to pat over the corgi’s head with a handpaw. “That makes me want to do it more,” he admitted. “But at the end of the day I’m a food critic, and it’s kind of hard to make usable reviews when there aren’t any staff left when I’m done.”

The corgi thought about it and then giggled. “Maybe you should just do vore reviews,” she suggested playfully.

Cooper’s eyes lit up and his tail thumped against the floor. “That’s a great idea!” he said excitedly.

Artemis blinked a few times. “I wasn’t being serious,” she explained.

“Maybe, but now I’m being serious,” replied the otter. “And since you love the idea of being the last one remaining, you’re going to come with me to be my eating cushion.” The corgi blushed bright red and was once again left stammering syllables in response. He giggled happily as she mumbled herself into flustered silence. “You are so precious,” he said. He smiled at her. “So, what do you say?” “Yes please,” said the corgi without needing to think. “Y-you should be aware that I’m probably going to… you know… get off to it, like you did.”

The otter grinned wide. “Good,” he answered. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.” He stood up and crouched down, reaching to her with a handpaw. “You’ll have to be the one to write the reviews though, since I can’t really fit my pawfingers on my phone anymore.”

“As long as you don’t expect me to do it while you’re sitting on me,” giggled the corgi, accepting the assistance in standing up. “But yes, I can do that for you.”

“Alright then,” said Cooper. He picked up his now too-small clothing and stared at it as if thinking carefully. He laughed and then dropped the suit. “You know what? If anyone complains about me being naked, I’ll just eat them.”

“I kinda hope someone complains then,” Artemis blurted out, before covering her mouth with her handpaws. “I-I mean, um…”

The otter burst out laughing with delight and then picked up the corgi, giving her an affectionate nuzzle. “We’re going to have a lot of fun together,” he said. He carried her out of the front door, leaving Vendiamo Cibo completely barren, entirely emptied of staff and ingredients.

Epilogue

It didn’t take long for Vendiamo Cibo to change ownership, the fact that everyone had been eaten not deterring the new proprietor from picking up where the last one left off. It didn’t take long for Cooper to find out about it, and promptly emptied the restaurant of staff and patrons once again. This happened several times until eventually the building was abandoned.

Cooper made his way through every restaurant in the city, devouring every single one of its patrons and staff. Ironically, this made him even more of a celebrity than he had been before: he met fans who wanted to be eaten and sometimes literally jumped into his mouth. Those who weren’t as initially willing were pleasantly melted into a tingly goop, and everyone who was eaten spent their last conscious moments in pure bliss. The fact that it was so enjoyable soon spread, and any unwillingness quickly began to fade.

Artemis didn’t spend as much time writing reviews as she thought she would. After the first two restaurants, Cooper realized there really wasn’t much point in having her write things out since the reason for his fame had changed. As a result, the only time he wasn’t sitting on her was when he was making his way to another restaurant. This was a far better arrangement than she had hoped for from the start, and she served as furniture with no complaints.

The city became well-known for the duo, and would-be prey flocked from around the world to be eaten by Cooper. Eventually he reached a point where he didn’t even need to go from place to place, he could just sit on Artemis and others would willingly climb into his mouth to be churned into fat. It didn’t take long for him to become too heavy to move again, even if he could somehow get his compression earring back on. But he didn’t mind, he had everything he needed: a constant supply of food to keep him getting fat, and an eager little corgi who wanted nothing more than to be under his ever-growing butt.