“Running Errands”
by mZmm
 
 
  “Damnit, where’s the bread aisle…” Spencer moaned to himself as he walked through the grocery store. It was “errand day” for the brown ferret (which he always hated), and he was currently on his first of quite a few for today. The grocery store was just the beginning. “Oh, finally!” the ferret exclaimed as he turned the corner and saw rows upon rows of the stuff. It was the last thing he needed on his list before he could get out of this maze.
 
 
The best part about this particular excursion was that the aisle was completely empty, save for a spotted tail that went by, probably somebody just leaving the aisle...so, no awkward interactions or move around people to get what he wanted! Spencer quickly made his selection, dropping the loaf in his bag before walking up to the checkout. There was a little bit of a line, but nothing too dreadful.
 
 
“How’s your day, sir?” the cashier chirped as Spencer reached the front of the line.
 
 
“Ah, not the worst, I guess. Errand day always sucks, though…” Spencer responded as he pulled out his wallet, then his card, swiping it through the receiver before he went on his way. Next up was the post office, which was thankfully not that long of a walk from the grocery store, to pick up a package. The ferret walked down the sidewalk towards the post office, already with his last destination in mind: home, then a friend’s house to relax. It was the best possible way to end errand day…
 
 
“Are you serious!?” Spencer complained when he got to the post office. There was a line extending right up to the door! This was almost unheard of, especially on the day he chose to run errand day on. Nevertheless, Spencer really needed this package. He took a look around the street to make sure nobody else was going to jump into line. Thankfully, he only saw a cheetah rounding the corner, nobody else on the street to extend the line any further.
 
 
  So he waited...and waited...and waited some more. At a few points Spencer almost fell asleep, the line moving at a snail’s pace. “Ugh...this is just the worst…” Spencer complained as he finally ended up at the front of the line, another chirpy receptionist behind the desk in front of him. This time around, however, the ferret was much less receptive to the faux kindness these receptionists put on. He barely made eye contact with the receptionist as he requested his package, producing all the necessary paperwork. Spencer practically burst out of the post office once he got his package, wanting to get to his next destination as soon as possible.
 
 
He immediately turned left to go to the bank. He always went to the bank to deposit any money he had left in his wallet. In this case, he only had around $50, but he figured it’d have more use in the bank (and on his card) than sitting around in his wallet. Thankfully, the line at the bank wasn’t nearly as long as the one at the post office, and he was in and out, now with his bank account $50 richer, for the time being, anyway. Until it got spent on the next week’s groceries, or rent, or what have you…
 
 
The bank was actually a bit out of the way for Spencer. In fact, he had to pretty much re-trace his entire route to get back to his house. He walked past the post office (groaning when he realized the line was almost nonexistent now), being able to break into more of a run quickly, as there was nobody really on the sidewalk, save for somebody sitting on a bench, reading a newspaper. Spencer caught a glimpse of the stranger’s tail swishing around, orangish and splotched with black, as he ran by.
 
 
The path back to home for Spencer took him through the city’s park. The whole park was quite heavily forested and featured a number of trails throughout it, one of which Spencer used as a shortcut to get across town a bit quicker. It was a tad awkward, carrying groceries through what amounted to a miniature forest, but it worked...he walked through the park gate and quickly took a left, going down this path. It was a bit muddy, and littered with leaves, but otherwise, it was a rather clear trail. There were even some benches along the way to take a break, if you needed to.
 
 
The stranger on the bench set down his newspaper, revealing himself to be the cheetah that Spencer had seen in the grocery store. He saw Spencer as he entered the park and took a left, then got off the bench himself and walked towards the park, making sure there was nobody in the vicinity before he took the left himself, following behind the ferret at a safe distance. Honestly, this park was relatively isolated and quiet, especially for this time of day, and the cheetah twitched with anticipation. The possibility of claiming the ferret in the park certainly existed, but he wondered how he’d get him to stop...The king chee would have time to think about it, though, since this path was relatively long, even though it still was a shortcut.
 
 
Spencer walked along the muddy path, occasionally checking his phone to see if he missed a message or call from his friend, Rusk. He was going to meet him later today to play some games and watch TV together (and maybe some more lewd things…) but he needed to know soon if Rusk was still up for it or not. He was idly browsing his phone as he walked forward before it vibrated in his hand, with his friend on the line. “‘Sup?” he answered as he walked down the path. “Yeah, I’m still down for today. Hold on…” Spencer said as he sat down at the nearest bench, rifling through his bag. “Yeah, I don’t have that one with me, I’d have to swing by my house first...but I’m going there anyway…” he continued as he hunched over his bag, phone in his free hand. “Yeah, I’ll see ya in a bit.” Spencer said as he hung up. “Oh shit, what’s his address again…” he said as he swiped through the menus, trying to find Rusk’s address.
 
 
The king cheetah was much closer now, having seen the ferret sit down on the bench and pull out what looked to be his phone. The cheetah was directly to the right of him, but thankfully Spencer was fully absorbed by his phone right now. This was it. This was the king’s chance to claim his meal...he slowly walked towards the ferret, taking off his pants and tossing them to the side as he approached Spencer...slowly.
 
 
“Ugh, did I delete it?” Spencer said as he thumbed through his contacts. The king cheetah slowly maneuvered himself closer to the ferret, making sure to not make any sudden noises, avoiding crunchy leaves on the trail to make sure he didn’t alert the ferret to his presence. He slowly made his way in front of the ferret, his back towards Spencer as he walked in front of him. Luckily, the ferret was too absorbed by the phone to notice the shadow gradually being cast over him by the cheetah. Finally, the king chee was standing directly in front of Spencer, hovering his rump in front of him, almost as if he was mooning the ferret. He was ready to make his move.
 
 
“Ugh, god damnit! I don’t think I have it...” Spencer groaned as he leaned back against the bench, phone in one drooping hand, eyes closed in frustration as he tried to figure out what he had done with Rusk’s address.
 
 
Opening his eyes, Spencer was greeted with a face full of lush, exposed cheetah rump. Before he could call out for help, his world went black. And wet. The king cheetah dropped his rump on Spencer’s head, forcing the ferret back against the back of the bench The ferret immediately seized up and dropped his phone as that flesh slid down his face, the cheetah’s rump having already expanded around his chin at this point. He yelled instinctively, but all that the king cheetah could hear was muffled noises from the ferret. He could more immediately feel the ferret’s flailing limbs as they tried to hit whatever was doing...this...to him. Truth was, Spencer didn’t even know what was going on. He only knew he was in someplace tight, and wet, and a bit...musky? His flailing hands didn’t get much purchase on the cheetah’s body, and whenever he did hit the cheetah, it was often the rump cheeks, which bounced back his blows rather easily…
 
 
The king cheetah’s tongue hung out of his open mouth as he eased his rump down around his struggling meal, the lithe ferret sliding up into his bowels rather easily. Not even the ferret’s shoulders proved to be much issue, the rump sliding down around the ferret’s arms and locking them down rather easily. This whole time the king cheetah was eagerly masturbating, stroking at his emerging length as he continued to work the ferret deeper into his bowels. Spencer was already making quite a sizeable (and active) bulge in the cheetah’s lower gut, and only continued to snake deeper into the cheetah’s body.
 
 
Spencer still didn’t really know where he was. All he could feel was the tight flesh around him, rippling and pushing him deeper alongside the cheetah pushing his rump down on him. The musky smell from earlier had become stronger as Spencer was worked deeper into the cheetah, almost overpowering, along with the heat of the cheetah’s body, which both made it harder for Spencer to struggle. He was sweltering already, and still quite confused…
 
 
  The king cheetah moaned as he gave another big push down onto Spencer, the ferret waist-deep in cheetah rump at this point. The cheetah’s length was throbbing hard as he rubbed at it, Spencer’s confused squirms exciting the cheetah greatly. Finally, the cheetah’s rump touched the cold, metal base of the bench, having slurped up the ferret up to his waist, only leaving his legs poking out awkwardly underneath the cheetah’s rump. The king cheetah moaned before he lifted his hips up again, the ferret’s kicking legs flailing around as they were slowly lifted up. Spencer’s struggles were making him slowly slide out of the cheetah’s rump, but this was quickly fixed as his feet found the park bench again, causing him to stand up somewhat inside of the cheetah’s rump.
 
 
  This is exactly what the king cheetah wanted, though. The hard base of the bench was perfect to put his weight upon, and with one great push, Spencer slid deeper into the cheetah’s rump, the king cheetah groaning in pleasure as his rump slid down the ferret’s legs, almost as if he was some sort of furry, lithe dildo. Indeed, the king toyed with Spencer somewhat, moving his hips up and down, sliding up and down the ferret’s body as he stroked himself off, feeling his arousal mounting as the ferret continued to squirm deep inside of him.
 
 
  Spencer didn’t know how he ended up “standing” on top of the bench. At this point, he didn’t know much. But what he DID know is that the environment around him was starting to become far more cramped, tight, and hot...his energy had been sapped by his constant sweating, and the constant stimulation of the bowel walls, kneading around his form as he was pushed deeper. It was getting a bit hard to stay conscious at this point, but he pushed on, almost in some form of morbid curiosity, to see where he actually was. He could clearly hear the cheetah’s body rumbling around him, heartbeats, deep pants and moans, and the gurglings of the cheetah’s hungry gut...but these were not natural sounds, at least not from so far inside. Spencer had some ideas, but nothing concrete yet. It seemed like he’d have to wait for the stomach to make any sense of what had happened.
 
 
  The cheetah gave another groan as he pushed his hips down again, Spencer’s knees wobbling from the amount of pressure the cheetah was putting on them until they slipped past the pucker, leaving only his calves and feet outside of the king at this point. The cheetah was blushing and panting madly with pleasure, feeling Spencer work into deeper parts of his body that had rarely been stretched out like that before...but the ferret still had a bit of a way to go, so it could only get better. With that observation, the king chee gave one more hearty push, pulling Spencer’s calves past the pucker, leaving only his feet in the outside world.
 
 
Again, the cheetah’s rear met with the cold metal of the bench, although this time around it would be for a considerably longer stay. All that was left of Spencer were his pesky feet. It wouldn’t be easy for them to pass through the pucker: one, because Spencer was wearing shoes, and two, because they were still planted firmly against the bench. So, the king cheetah moved a hand back to his rump, then lifted his rump again, letting the ferret’s feet dangle awkwardly outside of his pucker. He reached under the shoes, slipping them off one by one and tossing them aside. Then, he placed his hand up against the toes, moaning and stroking at his length with his other hand as he pushed Spencer’s feet up into his pucker, the fleshy ring closing around the toes with a wet *slrp* as the cheetah’s rump crashed back to the bench, now with the squirming ferret locked entirely within his winding bowels.
 
 
Spencer felt his feet slide into...wherever he was...behind him, the cool mid-afternoon air now not even tickling his feet as he slid deeper into the cheetah. Without the weight of the king chee bearing down on him and pushing him deeper into the cheetah’s bowels, the whole process actually took a little bit of time...however, every time the chee clenched during his masturbation, the walls would clench around Spencer and pull him deeper, alongside the constant (albeit light) pushing they were doing. Spencer’s long, lithe body fit almost naturally into the cheetah’s bowels, allowing him no room to struggle and expediting the consumption process a bit. He could hear the gentle gurgling of the cheetah’s hungry stomach gradually becoming louder, his final destination approaching in due time.
 
 
Outside, the king cheetah sprawled out on the bench, rubbing at his churning gut as he felt Spencer slowly snake deeper into his body. He had one hand on his gut and the other attending to his arousal, stroking at his hard length as it continued to throb, now throbbing against his gut, the cheetah moaning every time one of Spencer’s squirms inadvertently knocked against his length. “Aah, that’s the stuff…” he groaned as he clenched around the ferret inside of him, pulling him even deeper into the cheetah’s winding system. In no time at all, he’d reach the stomach, and the cheetah would reach his orgasm as well.
 
 
Inside, the gurgling of the cheetah’s stomach was becoming quite obvious to Spencer. He felt like he was right next to the cheetah’s stomach, being held against it in a sack or something...or worse, IN it...that possibility had come to his mind.
 
 
“Let me out!” Spencer said, his body wiggling as hard as he could inside of the cheetah. It seemed like the cheetah either couldn’t hear or didn’t care about the ferret communicating with him, though, because the only response Spencer got were some lewd huffs that echoed around him. Seemed like the king cheetah was having a bit TOO much fun with his meal…
 
 
Spencer’s body continued snaking up towards the cheetah’s stomach, the ferret’s head finally bumping up against a fleshy wall ahead of him. The sphincter slowly yawned open, and another clench launched the ferret’s head into the stomach, a musky smell hitting his nose as his outlandish suspicion was confirmed: yes, he had been squeezed up someone’s rump, and was currently in the process of filling out their stomach. He continued to hear those lewd, bassy moans from outside, and in fact, it sounded like they were becoming even louder.
 
 
Those, of course, were coming from the king cheetah, who absolutely indulged in the feeling of having his stomach filled out. He enjoyed it so much, in fact, that he felt his orgasm coming on, the cheetah moaning as he finally climaxed, hot ropes of seed shooting straight up in the air and splattering on the cheetah, or the bench, or the grass around the bench...really, anywhere was fair game with how explosive this orgasm ended up being. What helped was Spencer bumping up against the cheetah’s erection as he struggled to get somewhat comfortable inside of the cheetah’s gut, fueling the cheetah’s orgasm.
 
 
In that moment, the chee’s pleasure felt infinite, like he would just never stop orgasming. The feeling of Spencer struggling deep inside of him was just so divine, powering his lust, making sure he squeezed out every last drop of cum from his sac...and eventually, he did, the chee panting as his orgasm finally diminished, leaving him with a face-full of cheetah cum, a squirming gut, and...as he looked around to see the results of his lustful throes, Spencer’s phone, lying next to the bench. It was actually kind of hard to see, because a glob of the king chee’s cum had splattered right on top of it…
 
 
“What do we have here?” the cheetah said as he reached an arm over, picking up the phone and, to the best of his ability, wiping away the glob of cum on it before turning the thing on. “No passcode?” he teased as he poked at his gut.
 
 
Inside the cheetah’s sloshing gut, it was quite difficult for Spencer to...well, do anything. The chee’s gut was somewhat tight around his body, and whatever struggles he made were quickly rebuked by the stomach. He had wiggle room, but not much else. And, on top of it, the oppressive heat of the cheetah’s bowels had somehow increased inside of his stomach, alongside the increased sloshy wetness of the stomach juices, and the sharp, musky smell of the stomach itself...not to mention the cheetah’s own contributions, rubbing and poking at his gut and giggling when he felt the ferret push out against it.
 
 
“Don’t wear yourself out too quickly, buttfat~...” the cheetah said as he gave his dick one last rub, idly scrolling through the ferret’s phone with his other hand. He saw a new text from someone named Rusk, with an address, along with a teasy little “See you soon~” and what looked to be a picture of the husky’s butt. “Had plans, did we?” the king cheetah said before he highlighted the address and plugged it into the maps app on the phone.
 
 
“Well, that solves my dinner plans...let’s go meet this friend of yours…” the king cheetah said as he rubbed at his gut.
 
 
Spencer could vaguely hear the cheetah’s teases from inside of him. “What? Where are you going?!” he demanded.
 
 
 The king cheetah felt a sharp kick from the ferret as he tried to get the cheetah’s attention. “Not so rough. It won’t be long until you’re chee fat, anyway~” he said as he patted his gut. It took a lot of effort to even stand up, let alone to walk over to his pants, splayed out on the grass (luckily not covered in a splatter of the chee’s own cum…). He picked them up, feeling another kick from the ferret as he bent over.
 
 
“Geez, calm down already. You’re already inside of me, it’s no use now…” he said as he slid one leg through the pants, then the other. He had some difficulty lifting up his squirming gut to fit the pants back on, but figured a way around it, eventually buckling them. He took another look at the phone to confirm the address, before heading off in the direction the phone told him. “To dinner…” he said as he rubbed at his churning gut, shirt barely covering it…
 
 
***
 
 
  Around an hour had passed since Spencer disappeared inside of the king chee’s plush rump. His struggles had somewhat died down at this point, but every now and then the king felt a little push out from the ferret. Soon, though, the ferret would be nothing but pudge, the cheetah’s gut slowly working towards rendering him as nothing but a gurgling, occasionally struggling bulge, and soon, chee fat.
 
 
  It was difficult at first to hide (or even move with) the squirming catch, but thankfully for the cheetah, he was able to walk through the same park to get to Rusk’s house, mostly unhindered by any passing skeptics. He took his time, though, making sure that he met Rusk at the pre-arranged time that he was going to meet with Spencer: 6:30PM. After taking a little walk through the park, the chee looked at Spencer’s phone again, seeing that the exit out of the park he needed to take was right up ahead. He put the thing in his pocket before walking out and taking a right. Rusk’s house was the third one on the right from the park exit: small, two-storied, and painted blue. It was...quaint.
 
 
  He walked up to Rusk’s door, trying to stuff as much of his conspicuous gut underneath his shirt as possible. He put on his best “predator face” before ringing the doorbell. Then ringing it again. It took three tries before he heard a voice call out from inside the house.
 
 
  “Hey Spencer, that you? Come on in, i’m in the living room…” the voice said. The cheetah tested the door, finding it to be unlocked. He stepped in the house, finding himself in the living room, with Rusk standing inside, looking quizzically at the chee as he stepped inside.
 
 
  Rusk was a husky, with their typical black and white markings, who was around 5 or so inches shorter than the cheetah. He was also wearing a blue t-shirt and shorts, and looked quite tired...although soon you could describe Rusk as simply “chee fat”. “Hey, you’re not Spencer! Get outta here!” he said as he started moving forward to usher the cheetah out of his house.
 
 
  “Howdy, handsome...” the chee said before he immediately outstretched his arms, wrapping around Rusk as he stepped forward, tackling the husky.
 
 
  “W...what the hell!?” is all Rusk could manage to say before the king chee slammed him against the floor, smushing him under his squirming gut. “Get off me, fatass!” he said as he tried to push at the king chee, but the cheetah had so much leverage on him already...he tried to kick at him with his legs, too, but it seemed like it had almost no effect whatsoever on the cheetah.
 
 
  “It’s not fat, it’s ferret..and it’s gonna be you soon, too~” The king chee teased as he gave Rusk’s face a hearty, slobbery lick before pinning down the husky’s arms.
 
 
  “What are you talking about!?” Rusk said as he still tried to kick at the chee, his legs slowly being tired out by his constant struggling. “What did you do with my friend!?”
 
 
  “Oh, we met in the park. And by ‘we met’ I mean he met my rump. And then, he got a little personal with it…” the chee said before he opened his maw wide, showing off his impressive array of teeth, and of course, his drool, dripping off his tongue onto the husky’s chest. “Can’t you feel him squirming in there? How’d you like to meet him?”
 
 
  The husky winced a bit as the chee opened his mouth, a faint smell wafting from his maw. His only response to the cheetah’s teasing was another burst of energy, trying to break the cheetah’s grip on his arms. But it was no use; all it did was tire out the husky more.
 
 
  The king chee sighed. “They always squirm...just make sure to wiggle like that on the way down~” he said as he opened his maw again, snarling before planting it firmly against Rusk’s snout and face. The sudden change of environment caught the husky off-guard, the cheetah’s jaws locking his shut, making sure he couldn’t scream...at least, not until the king chee worked his jaws around the rest of the husky’s head, slowly lifting his gut off of the husky as he took more and more of him into his mouth, eventually closing his lips around the husky’s head.
 
 
  Rusk tried to yell and struggle, but his arms were still pinned down by the king chee’s, and his legs continued to be rather useless themselves. His voice only echoed further down into the chee, past his yawning throat and into his stomach, where the rest of Rusk would end up soon. He felt the chee’s tongue licking over his face, covering every part of his head in sticky, slimy drool before the cheetah gulped, pulling Rusk’s head into his tight throat and his neck and shoulders into the cheetah’s mouth.
 
 
  At this point the king cheetah had almost gotten off of Rusk’s body entirely, opting instead to get a firm grip on his arms as he gulped the husky down. With Rusk’s shoulders already inside the chee’s mouth, it became a lot harder for the husky to struggle...and it would become even harder as the chee took another wet gulp, pulling the husky’s shoulders into his throat, locking his arms at his sides, essentially eliminating any struggling possibilities outside of kicking his legs (which had been proven ineffective already).
 
 
  Rusk tried to wiggle inside the chee’s throat, but the flesh was incredibly tight around him, rippling peristalsis movements pulling him deeper into the chee at an incredible speed (and also limiting his struggles incredibly). His shoulders were already locked inside the throat, and another gulp pulled him into the throat up to his chest...at that point, it was already over. Rusk was doomed to stew up in the cheetah’s gut alongside his former friend...but the husky didn’t want to admit that yet, screaming down the chee’s throat to no avail and trying to wiggle the best he could against the fleshy walls.
 
 
  The king cheetah only enjoyed the husky’s struggles, “mmm…” ing as he licked along the husky’s chest and waist, occasionally even venturing to the husky’s crotch, which made the dog squirm mightily inside of his throat. The chee was quite hungry, though, and so another gulp came soon pulling the dog’s waist into the chee’s throat and leaving only his calves dangling out of the chee’s mouth. The king cheetah took his hands off the calves, knowing he had completely claimed his meal...he laid against the floor now, on his back as he looked at his gut, already filling out somewhat with his latest catch. Then, with a lewd *slrrrp*, he slurped up the husky’s legs into his mouth, giving them a nice licking over before he gulped them down too, sending the husky down to his churning gut…
 
 
  Rusk’s head poked out into quite the musky environment. The stomach was already quite active, kneading around Spencer, who was still conscious. At least he’d be reunited with Rusk.
 
 
“Spencer, is that you?” Rusk said as he bumped up against the ferret, not sure if he had just bumped into the end of the stomach or his friend.
 
 
“Yeah, it’s me.” Spencer said flatly as he tried to get comfortable inside the stomach. It wasn’t roomy at all, Rusk forced to smush up against his friend as he was messily dispensed out into the stomach, barely any room to struggle at all...not like he wanted to at this point. His fate was sealed, and it didn’t help that he had wasted all his energy trying to escape the chee’s clutches.
 
 
  *UUUUUURPPPP!* A lewd, long, wet belch blew open the cheetah’s lips as he felt Rusk settle deep within his gut. “Aah, that hit the spot…” The bulge was almost as big as him at this point, with both Spencer and Rusk squirming around inside (although it was Rusk doing most of the squirming). The cheetah could barely move, and he didn’t really want to, moaning as he rubbed at his unbelievably full, churning, kicking gut, tongue hanging out of his mouth as he did. Truly, he was in food bliss...but soon, he’d be in a food coma.
 
 
The chee recognized this, and wanted to get to someplace more comfortable to sleep off his huge meal. Luckily, he spotted a couch down the hallway, and slowly started to get up, almost falling over a few times, definitely not used to having so much weight in his gut. But, the chee managed to make the voyage, plopping down onto the couch back-first, rubbing at his gut as he sprawled out on the couch, feeling the delightful squirms of his catches inside. He almost wanted to jerk off to them again, but he was already much too tired…
 
 
“Well, at least we ended up meeting, anyway…” the ferret dryly observed as he continued to try to make himself comfortable.
 
 
“Not exactly in the best of places, Spencer!” Rusk said as he pushed out against the cheetah’s gut mightily. “Now help me get this weirdo to spit us up!”
 
 
“Uh, I’m not...exactly...in the best position to do that.” Spencer said as he weakly wiggled his arms. His entire body was pretty much being smushed by Rusk at this point, meaning the only thing he’d be struggling against was the husky himself. “See? Can’t move...Although, honestly,. I'm not sure why I haven't already digested by now. Or if he's even going to digest us, It's been like an hour already..." The ferret said weakly as he pressed up against his friend.
 
 
The chee was quite satisfied with his squirming catches, enjoying his stomach’s movements as he idly looked around the house. He was already quite drowsy, and this couch ended up being quite comfortable, as well. “Time to become chee fat…” he teased as he rubbed at his gut, then dozed off, dreaming of future and past catches. Maybe this “Rusk” guy had a roommate or something. Breakfast did sound nice...