Guy tugged at his blue summer shirt, adjusting it over his black furry chest as he slouched in the plastic deck chair. The tropical resort had been, quite frankly, a disappointment. The pool was overcrowded, the drinks watered down, and the entertainment was frankly - completely shit.
"This buffet better be worth it," he grumbled, his sensitive ears flicking with irritation as he checked his watch. While he hadn't EXACTLY paid for this place (having stolen a timeshare from a previous victim he ate), he still expected a certain level of quality. After all, he'd gone through the trouble of keeping the dude’s wallet and identification cards. The least the universe could do was reward him with a decent pina colada. (Even if he wasn’t a super huge fan of them anyways.)
An anthro couple strolled past his chair, their scent wafting toward him—sunscreen, sweat, and all that good stuff. Guy licked his lips involuntarily, then caught himself. Not just yet - he hadn’t really settled in yet.
"Sir? Would you like another drink?" A fox server appeared at his side, their smile professional but eyes wary. Most people couldn't quite put their finger on what made them uncomfortable around Guy, but their instincts rarely failed them.
"Ah, screw it. Sure." He flashed what he hoped was a charming smile, careful to hide his pointed teeth.
"I'll be right back with that," the server said, their tail swishing nervously as they hurried away.
Guy watched them go, his gaze lingering on their slender form. His stomach gave a quiet gurgle that had nothing to do with hunger in the conventional sense. He imagined how easy it would be—one quick movement and they’d slide right down his throat, uniform and all. No one would even notice in this crowded resort. Probably.
The entire poolside was a veritable buffet of possibilities. The lifeguard perched on his high chair, the group of rabbit tourists taking selfies by the tiki bar—all of them would vanish so damned easily. His throat muscles flexed unconsciously at the thought.
"Your drink, sir." The fox server had returned, placing the drink on his side table with trembling paws.
"Thanks," Guy said, his voice a low rumble. "Say, how many staff work at this resort? Just curious."
Their eyes widened slightly. "About... fifty, I suppose? Why do you ask?"
Guy shrugged, stirring his drink lazily. "Just wondering if there's enough of you to go around. For the service, I mean." He glanced around the crowded pool area. "Lot of mouths to feed here."
The server seemingly didn’t really catch the gist. "The buffet opens in twenty minutes. I'm sure there will be plenty for everyone."
"Oh, I'm counting on it," Guy said, licking a drop of coconut cream from his lip. "Would be a hell of a disappointment otherwise.”
The server backed away with a nod, obviously uncomfortable with his predatory gaze.
Guy watched them disappear into the crowd before downing half his drink in one gulp. The watered-down cocktail did little to satisfy him. With a grunt, he pushed himself up from the plastic chair, stretching his limbs as he stood to his full, imposing height.
Soon - it’d be time.
—-
The buffet doors swung open with a theatrical flourish as staff arranged the final platters of food. Guy casually strolled in, eyeing not the elaborate spread of cuisine, but the servers themselves. Perfect timing—most guests were still by the pool, giving him a few precious moments alone with the staff.
"Mind if I sample something not on the menu?" he murmured to a mouse attendant adjusting a tray of fruit. Before she could respond, his maw opened impossibly wide, engulfing her in one fluid motion. Her squeak of surprise was silenced as she slid down his throat.
Guy moved methodically through the kitchen access door, finding three chefs preparing more dishes. Gulp, gulp, gulp. Down they went, their bodies creating a pleasant weight in his stomach. Each swallow was easier than the last.
A manager rounded the corner, clipboard in hand. "Have you seen—" was all he managed before joining her colleagues.
Back in the main buffet area, Guy positioned himself near the staff entrance. One by one, servers returning with fresh trays disappeared down his gullet. His belly began to protrude noticeably, straining against his blue summer shirt. By the time guests started arriving, he'd consumed nearly thirty resort employees without a single witness.
"Where is everyone?" A guest looked around in confusion. "There's food but no staff."
Guy patted his swollen midsection. "Management issue, I think," he replied with a smirk. "Let me help you with that." He guided the bewildered guest to a quiet corner and—gulp—another one down.
His technique evolved as more guests entered. A quick "Could I show you something interesting?" here, a "You've got something on your shoulder" there. Each interaction ended with another body sliding down his throat, his belly expanding to accommodate them all.
The panicked realization came too late. By the time the remaining guests understood what was happening, Guy had positioned himself by the exit. Those who tried to flee became his dessert.
Fifty lives in just under two minutes. Not quite a record - but it was a vacation. So fuck it - really.
Guy lumbered back to his deck chair, his massive belly now impossible to hide. He lowered himself carefully, the chair creaking ominously under his newly increased weight. Inside his stomach, the last of the struggles faded away.
"Now that," he sighed contentedly, placing both paws on his drum-tight belly, "was worth the trip."
He pulled out his phone, checking his calendar. "Hmm, cruise ship next week," he mused, gently rubbing his writhing stomach. "Now that's what I call an all-you-can-eat buffet. Buuut, no ticket… Daamn...”
He sighed and scanned the resort grounds through the wooden slats of the poolside bar. Dozens of unsuspecting guests still lounged by the water, sipping drinks and slathering on sunscreen, completely oblivious to the vorish massacre in the buffet hall. Guy closed his phone with a satisfying click and couldn't help the predatory grin that spread across his muzzle. The day was still young, and his appetite, despite his bulging stomach, remained insatiable.
"Excuse me," called a fox in a floral Hawaiian shirt from a nearby lounger. "Do you know when they're opening the buffet? It seems to be closed off."
Guy's eyes lit up, annoyed.
“…Do I look like staff?”
The nerve of this dude. Guy's irritation flared into something darker, his pupils narrowing to slits. First the watered-down drinks, then the disappointing accommodations, and now this entitled tourist treating him like some kind of resort employee? He didn’t even LOOK like one.
"Actually," Guy said, his voice dropping to a dangerously SMUG purr, "I know exactly what happened to the buffet." He rose from his chair, his distended belly momentarily shifting the balance of his massive frame, complete with sloshing. "Would you like me to show you?"
The fox's expression brightened. "That would be lovely! My friends and I have been waiting all morning to try it!"
"Friends?" Guy's gaze swept over to where he gestured—a group of about fifteen various anthros chatting by the pool's edge. Perfect. "Bring them along. I know a... Special entrance."
Within minutes, Guy had led the entire group behind the resort, claiming to know a "staff shortcut." One by one, they disappeared down his gullet, their bodies adding to his already impressive girth. The fox in the hawaiian shirt went last, his eyes widening in horror as they finally realized what was happening to their friends.
"You're not staff at all!" He tried to yell before joining the others.
Guy patted his now enormous belly, stretching his shirt to its absolute limits. "No shit? Really?”
GHUULPH!~
Guy walked back - and then leaned back against the deck chair he was sitting in earlier, which creaked dangerously under his massively swollen form. He patted his belly, feeling the squirming bodies within beginning to settle as his powerful digestive juices went to work.
BUUUUUURRRRRAAAAPPPP!
The thunderous belch echoed across the resort grounds, causing several nearby guests to turn their heads in his direction. Guy didn't bother hiding his smug grin as the pressure in his gut eased considerably. God, that felt good. Nothing like a proper belch after a proper meal~
He surveyed the remaining resort-goers splashing in the pool, lounging on deck chairs, and sipping their drinks at the tiki bar. His predatory gaze lingered on a particularly plump hippo doing cannonballs at the deep end.
"I could probably take them all," he thought, mentally calculating the expansion capacity of his stomach. He'd devoured nearly fifty folks so far and dozens of guests already, but his hunger was like a bottomless pit – never truly satisfied. The resort had maybe thirty more victims splashing about, completely unaware of their potential fate.
But as he watched a muscular tiger dive gracefully from the board, a different kind of hunger stirred within him. Why limit himself to just one method of consumption? Variety was the spice of life, after all.
"Mhmmh," Guy mused, feeling a distinctive tingle below his belt.
He heaved himself up from the chair, his massive gut swaying with each step as he waddled toward the pool. Several guests gave him curious or concerned looks – his distended belly was impossible to hide now – but no one connected the dots between his size and the mysteriously missing staff.
Guy casually strolled to the edge of the pool, his shadow casting a long dark silhouette across the water's surface. With a grunt, he kicked off his sandals and lowered himself to sit at the pool's edge, dipping his feet into the cool water. Several swimmers gave him annoyed looks as his enormous belly took up considerable space along the edge.
"Great day, isn't it?" he remarked to no one in particular, unzipping his shorts with practiced nonchalance.
Before anyone could respond, his member emerged – huge and pulsing. The lifeguard's whistle died mid-blow as Guy's cock descended into the water. Immediately, the pool's surface began to swirl, water circling like a drain being pulled.
"What the hell?" someone shouted as the vortex intensified.
The first victim, a slender otter who had been doing laps, was caught in the current. He screamed as he was dragged toward Guy's cock, his claws scraping uselessly against the pool's tiled surface. The tip of his cock widened impossibly, engulfing him in one fluid motion.
Panic erupted as the remaining swimmers realized what was happening. They thrashed toward the edges, clawing desperately to escape the strengthening whirlpool. But Guy's predatory organ only grew more powerful, the suction intensifying with each victim consumed.
"Going somewhere?" Guy purred, his voice thick with pleasure as one end of the pool disappeared inside him, their terrified squeals cut short as they traveled through his urethra.
The lifeguard finally reacted, blowing his whistle frantically and diving in to help - maybe unaware of what was REALLY going on. His heroism was short-lived – the tiger's powerful strokes were no match for the supernatural pull. Down he went, his muscular form stretching Guy's cock momentarily before being swallowed into his depths.
Water level dropped rapidly as Guy's member drank it in alongside the struggling swimmers. Those who managed to cling to the edges watched in horror as the pool emptied before their eyes, leaving nothing but a damp concrete basin and Guy's balls pulsing with its newly acquired prey.
"Mmmmh, that hit the spot," Guy moaned, his cock retracting as the last droplets of water disappeared inside him. His balls now bulged obscenely, separate from his gut-full of melted staff and buffet guests.
The few survivors who had escaped the pool's pull stood frozen in terror - alongside a pair of panicked hotel managers huddled together near the bar.
"Don't worry," Guy called to them, rising to his feet with surprising agility despite his doubly distended form. "I wouldn't want anyone to feel left out~"
His maw stretched open, unhinging like a snake's as he approached the remaining guests.
The terrified managers put up little resistance as Guy's jaws expanded to accommodate them both simultaneously. Their screams were cut short as they slid down his throat, joining the partially digested mass churning in his stomach. One by one, the remaining guests met the same fate—some running, some begging, some frozen in place—but all ultimately becoming nothing more than fuel for Guy's insatiable appetite.
The bartender made a desperate attempt to call for help, fumbling with the phone behind the counter. Guy simply reached over, plucked him up by his uniform collar, and dangled him above his waiting maw.
"Last call," Guy smirked before dropping the screaming bartender down his gullet.
With the final guest consumed, Guy surveyed the now-empty resort. The silence was punctuated only by the gentle lapping of what little water remained in the pool and the gurgling of his overloaded digestive system. Below, his balls pulsed rhythmically as they processed their swimming prey.
"Now this is what I call five stars.” He chuckled to himself, waddling back to his favorite deck chair.
The plastic gave out as he lowered his enormous bulk onto it. Guy positioned himself carefully, allowing his gut to rest on the cool concrete beside the chair while his legs remained elevated. The position was perfect—his balls had room to hang freely between his thighs, continuing their work unimpeded.
Inside his dual digestive systems, the victims squirmed and dissolved. His stomach broke down bone and tissue efficiently, while his balls processed their captives in a different, more intimate way. Guy closed his eyes in ecstasy as he felt the life force of dozens of beings destroyed.
"Mmmmh, nothing like a vacation to really let yourself go," he purred, running his claws through the fur of his distended belly. The sun warmed his bloated form as digestive gurgles echoed across the entire plaza / pool / resort.
A distant sound caught his attention—the resort shuttle returning with a fresh load of guests. Guy smiled lazily, not bothering to open his eyes.
"Fuck yeah," he murmured to himself. "Let the buffet keep coming~"
He reached for an abandoned drink on a nearby table, sipping it leisurely as his body worked through its enormous meal as he sighed, pulling for his phone.
"Five stars. Absolutely loved it—definitely planning to return!"
Posted by MDSBro3Steven 7 days ago Report
Nice artwork, nice story, and nice bat gut.