Dane's Dinner (Part 1)

Posted by Rajunsiv 12 years ago

 

Dane is a new orca character I came up with. He big, he's fat, and he's hungry! If you see a part two and a part three, then some has been added, so you'll have to keep reading to see the update! Let me know what ya think!
So, without further adieu, here's the story!! *gut slap*
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Dane let out a deep loud belch for the fifth time that night. The expelled gas wasn't because he was full; he had nothing but gas, and he was eager to fill up his empty gut.
The 10 foot tall orca leaned against the wall of the bus, swallowing down a burp, before scratching at his pudgy -but oh so very empty- gut. He had just gotten back from his part time job at the Lancer Cafe, and the smells of coffee and desserts had only sped up the digestion process of his previous meal. So now, here he was, sitting on the bus, with his growling stomach cussing him out with every second that it was without food.
The killer whale had a physique of someone who was a good 350 pounds, but he weight a good 500. Muscles bulged out of the black t-shirt he wore and a big round belly sat atop his heavy frame. Blue jeans bulged with his thighs, his feet tapping on the floor in anticipation of home. His belly jiggled, wobbling a bit, demanding something to fill it.
Dane finally muttered under his breath.

“Alright, alright, you greedy gas tank, I'll consider it.”, he groaned in his deep powerful voice.

What he was considering, of course, was simple: There was plenty of food on the bus. The only problem was that the food wore clothes, talked, breathed, and pretty much, well, lived. Dane understood this very well, and even took a pleasure when his “prey” slid down his throat and plopped into his belly, squirming all the way. It was a cold month, so the orca could use some fresh new fat to add to his waistline.
With that in mind, Dane's bright hazel eyes began to scan the seats of the bus. A cat, no, too small, probably a kid... there was an ostrich... she wouldn't be very filling either, birds tended to digest too fast... he needed something that had quite a bit of fat on it as well. Let's see... a lone brown-furred figure sat in the front of the bus, apparently reading. When the bus came to a stop, the figure stood, and Dane drooled.
An otter made his way to the door. His t-shirt hardly covered the bottom of his belly; Dane guessed he was a good 300 pounds.

Just the weight I need...the killer whale thought as his tongue traced his lips. He got up from his seat, thumping up to the door of the bus, shaking the entire vehicle. The otter looked cute, but he was going to look adorable sloshing and bouncing around as a nice roll of fat.
Stepping off the bus, the orca shivered. It was nighttime, which meant no sun to bask under. With that in mind, Dane quickened his pace a bit, closing in on his mammal meal. The otter was oblivious, completely oblivious. He seemed to be taking in the night air. Luckily, with the gentle wind blowing, the fuzzy lunch didn't seem to be able to pick up his scent.
Dane rolled his feet to prevent the thumping; he needed to be silent. Soon enough, with his size covering a lot of ground, the darkness on the sidewalk obscuring his own shadow, the killer whale inhaled, sucking in his gut and walking only inches away from the otter. He gave a deep greeting to startle him.

“Hey there.”, he said.

The otter yelped and turned, which was Dane's cue. He exhaled deeply, his big pudgy belly slamming into the otter. Before the mammal could move away, the larger mammal wrapped his arms around him in a tight bear hug, engulfing the otter's face, and pretty much his upper body, in pure fat. He struggled, or course; the absence of air gave such a natural body-jerking movement. But this action merely pleased the orca. Squirming was his second favorite part, the way the body pushed against his large body, sinking into his pudgy flesh. But it was only second to when they struggled on the inside.

Knowing this, the killer whale's mouth opened. He brought the otter's head back, before closing his large jaws over them. He gulped quickly, sealing the otter's muzzle in his powerful gullet. The chubby, mammal's belly caught Dane's attention, and he quickly stripped away the shirt as he began to work him down. His jaws dislocated, moving slowly over the trapped form, slathering his tongue everywhere he could get it. It worked skillfully over the belly, tickling the otter, prompting him the squirm a bit more, which in turn sped up the orca's process.
Gulp by voluminous gulp, the otter sunk down the killer whale's throat, with Dane stroking over his bulging neck and chest. His throat tensed before doing another strong swallow, packing the otter's belly into that tight gullet. Now it was smooth sailing. Dane merely shoved, cramming his meal down, until at last his foot-paws came to rest in his mouth, on his pillow-like tongue. He gave one last swallow, pulling and packing the otter into that tight yet oh-so-very stretchy belly of his. It bulged out with the form of his chubby meal, going from sinking over his belt-line to engulfing his crotch and upper thighs.
The orca leaned back and gave a satisfied belch, shaking his struggling stomach. He chuckled and gave his gut a slap.

“Well damn, you fit pretty well in there!”, he chuckled and pressed his hands on both sides of his belly. But he knew he could hold more, despite the otter's face and hands stretching outward and being yanked back within the elastic prison. He gazed around, knowing he had gotten off at the wrong stop, but glad that he did so. His eyes fell on a library, just down the street.

“Don't kick around too much, bud!”, the happy orca bellowed. He pick up his belly and dropped it, watching it bounce. “You're about to have some company..."