A belch resounded throughout the bar, louder than both the music and the boisterous crowd, followed by a resounding cheer from the ravenous patrons of the bar. The dim, yellow lights shined upon the crowd, barely lighting up the area in which they stood. The din was overwhelming in the Blind Eye Beggar’s Pub, but not nearly as overwhelming as the stench. The whole bar reeked of alcohol and sweat, a scent so acrid it manifested in the air, to the point where one could cut through the stained air with a butter knife. If one was to jostle past the bloodthirsty patrons, preferably with their noses plugged, and into the spotlight where the lusterless yellow lights were trained, they would see a bloated and bulging mass of fur and flesh resting atop a bar stool..
 
 
The object of the crowd’s interest was none other than a bear, with a belly stuffed full of prey! It squirmed feebly, the distinct shapes of anthros’ faces and paws could be seen through the bear’s plush, brown fur. The predator snickered as he saw the face of his most recent quarry, a horse, jutting from his fur. This was Arthur, the reigning champion of the drinking contest at the bar. The rules were simple; drink more than the other person, and in turn, you get to eat them. The bear had taken 25 consecutive shots and challenged everyone at the bar to try to drink more. Arthur’s previous 12 opponents couldn’t even get past seven!
 
 
“Alright, who wants to be lucky number 13?” He hollered into the throng, demanding another opponent. Nobody in the bleary light stepped forward. They all knew there was no way they could ever hope to top Arthur’s 25 shots… “Oh come on! Look at how big my belly is! What is this, like 2000 pounds of meat? Look at how glorious this belly is, I bet one of you can scarf it down! The most recent 7 prey are still squirming…” Arthur said tauntingly, slapping his belly a bit to tantalize any aspiring preds in the audience. “Oh, only 6 now~”
 
 
“I’ll try it.” A solitary voice piped up, ringing throughout the bar.
 
 
The crowd turned around to scrutinize someone amble from the dark recesses of the bar, beyond the reach of the spotlight. It was a feline, wearing an unembellished pair of glasses, a red sweatshirt, and a pair of gym shorts. His fur was gray and disorderly, and his build was about average. Now, if this was a cliche movie, this would be when everyone in the crowd laughs at the prospect of an average-sized cat drinking 25 shots to beat the bear. Of course, this is a bar full of people who want to see the bear’s quarry grow larger, so any participant was seen as a welcome one.
 
 
The swarm nearly thrust the cat forward, directing him into Arthur’s mountainous gut. Arthur, not getting the memo that this isn’t a cliche movie, laughed heartily. “Well! You’re an awfully small fella to be taking on a bear! What’s yer name?”
As the gray cat stumbled backward from the collision with the bear’s struggling gut, he answered shakily, “Cameron.”
 
 
The bear chortled once again. “Well, Cameron, sit down and get comfy!” Arthur gestured to a barstool next to him, in front of a platter of shots for them to drink. A multitude of flavors and colored liquids decorated the extensive tray. Each glass was of the same size and filled with even amounts of liquid, a method to ensure that nobody was drinking too much or too little. “Tell ya what, Cameron. If you can drink 25 shots, I’ll let you go. If you want to eat me though, well, you’ll have to drink more than that. I’m barely even buzzed at 25 shots!”
 
 
Cameron sat down at the barstool and looked at the maliciously grinning bear. To be frank, he had no intention of devouring the bear. His goal was to drink down his shots, beat the bear, and make him release his 6 surviving meals. The cat despised seeing someone disregarding life so much. Each of those anthros swallowed, even if they signed up for the risk of being consumed, was still a person! Yet, this bear just devoured them with no care in the world! Cameron stepped up to the plate, filled with the hubris that comes with the desire to save lives, but he wasn’t sure if he could do this now… The bear was very intimidating and the sudden burst of adrenaline he felt when approaching the bear had all but petered! However, as he saw a wolf’s head push against the walls of Arthur’s stomach, he knew he had to at least try. Without another word, Cameron gulped down his first shot.
 
 
The bar erupted into cheers as the cat began gulping down shot after shot at rapid speeds. Arthur’s smile of an assured victory rapidly evolved into a thoughtful look of respect. Cameron had successfully gulped down 11 shots already, and was going for more! The cat was not a heavyweight, nor could he keep down his alcohol, but he was filled with the arrogance of someone who has stared the devil in the face and was unimpressed. The bear continued to watch as Cameron began to slow down, clearly getting drunker, but refusing to stop. Once he got to 20, Arthur’s cool started to melt into unease... The idea that he was only buzzed was an egotistical lie. He could probably only stomach 3 more drinks. The bear held his breath as the cat drank down his 25th shot, seemingly ready to slide out of his chair… And then went for an additional shot!
 
 
Arthur felt genuine worry as Cameron swigged down his 27th shot, and so the bear had to go for his next one. However, as he chugged it down, he suddenly felt incredibly ill. His squirming stomach was beginning to make it difficult for him to swallow anything… The bear took his next shot, but he could barely get it down. As he took his 28th shot, he felt a burning sensation fill his throat and a lurching feeling in his belly! The crowd let out a cry of pure thrill as the bear suddenly vomited onto the counter of the bar!
 
 
Cameron, now on his 31st shot, pivoted his seat to face his opponent. He was victorious! He mentally prepared a speech, and spoke to the bear. What he meant to say was, “Let this be a lesson to you. Now, promptly regurgitate those living people still in your stomach.” Of course, due to the amount of alcohol he had to consume to outmatch the bear, it came out as, “Lethiss bee lesson too yah. Now, promtlee regurrjitathose peepul en yer stom-” THUNK! Cameron did not say the word, “thunk” but he did fall off his barstool as he spoke.
 
 
“S-see? I don’t have to get eaten by him! He’s drunk as hell! I’ll just let him go, and we’ll let bygones be bygones!” Arthur spoke frantically to the multitude of animals glaring directly at him. However, his once adoring fans had turned against him. Bloodthirsty roars emerged from the crowd, and now that they had a new champion, they wanted to see that champion get bestowed with food! The bear let out a yelp as the sheer strength of the crowd grabbed him, and pulled him off the barstool. Meanwhile, a separate cadre of the crowd hoisted Cameron from the floor, where he was dazed and barely able to think in a comprehensible manner.
 
 
“Did ai wihn?” Cameron inquired, before having his mouth pried open by a squad comprised of a deer and a dragon. Cameron’s new entourage demanded that the bear get into Cameron’s maw! Arthur strived to release himself, but he was full of half-digested prey, and the angry mob proved to be stronger than him. Cameron tried to speak again, but found his maw crammed with something large, sweaty, and furry! His mouth was stretched to capacity as the crowd shoved Arthur’s head down his throat.
 
“Hey! Wait, you idiots! My hand is in there!” The deer shouted, but the mob had too much momentum. They pushed the bear further into Cameron’s mouth, dragging the deer’s arm in too! The cat’s mouth was chock-full with the bear’s shoulders, and his mind could still barely process what was going on. Soon, the deer’s head and Arthur’s shoulders were past Cameron’s throat, and there was still more to go! The dragon pulled on Cameron’s jaw, forcing it to be wide enough to accept the bear’s enormous belly. Of course, the unexpected consequence of this is that the deer sank all the way into Cameron’s gaping jaw with one final “Yelp!”
 
 
“HEAVE!” A bird in the crowd shouted, and everyone pushed on the bear’s struggling ass simultaneously, forcing the bear’s enormous stomach full of 12 people into Cameron’s mouth! The force of the action was so great, it knocked over the dragon, forcing him inside Cameron’s maw as well! As an upside of this unfortunate sacrifice, this did allow Arthur’s entire form to be propelled into Cameron’s belly. “My hand’s stuck!” The bird shouted as he felt himself get dragged forward! When he had pushed, he accidentally put his hand into the bear’s asshole, and was now going into the cat’s belly with it! With one final involuntary sluuuurrrp, the bird disappeared down Cameron’s throat, leaving him with one massive belly, and the bar with four less patrons…
 
 
“MORE! MORE! MORE!” The crowd cried in demand as Cameron struggled to get up onto his feet, with his belly now being many times larger than him!
 
 
“Ai dunwanna eet mor-” Cameron said in his slurred and intoxicated tone, but was interrupted as the crowd moved to shove another person down his maw! The cat tried to force himself away, but the crowd was too strong, forcing an unfortunate dog down his maw. As the crowd grabbed another person to shove down his throat, he felt his gym shorts get yanked down, and another person began to get rammed into his ass! The force of this, and the shock of everything else made Cameron feel abhorrent. His throat convulsed, and the dog he had just eaten slipped out his mouth with a disgusting retching noise. The crowd stilled a bit at the revolting act, and the cat felt the person being shoved in his ass get tugged out. “Ai needa goto tha bathroom…”
 
 
After a bit of drunk shambling, the cat found his way to the single-person bathroom, shoved his belly in, and locked the door behind him. He looked at his belly with a drunken horror. How many had he eaten because of how drunk he was? Cameron didn’t want to think about it… Even if he did want to, he probably couldn’t. Uncaring of the crowd waiting for him to re-emerge, Cameron fell asleep, standing upright, pantsless, and leaning on his own massive belly…
 
 
 
 
Cameron woke up in the morning, lying facedown on a messy bathroom floor, and felt like shit. He’d felt hangovers, but none like this! Not only that, but as he stood up from the floor, it felt like his entire body weighed more than usual… A rush of bleary memories came back to the cat, he remembered what had happened last night! He moaned a bit in sorrow. Cameron had tried to save the lives of those six trapped in the bear belly, and what had he done? He’d digested more people than the bear had! The cat fell back to the floor, and backed himself against a wall, feeling hot water fill his eyes. He put his hands over his eyes, and felt his face contort with sorrow, as tears fell from his eyes and clouded his glasses. The cat felt like such a screw-up… Cameron just wanted to save some people, why’d he have to fuck up this terribly? As he wiped away the tears on his fur, he tried to rationalize. In order to save them, he had to drink a lot. But, when he drank so much, he lost control, which meant it was really the audience’s fault. If anything, he was successful in his mission to save lives, as he prevented that wolf from falling in his maw, and only a few members of the bloodthirstier parts of the crowd fell in with Arthur.
 
 
Cameron stood up, and suddenly felt the weight on his rear again. He looked in the clouded up mirror of the bathroom, coated with years of graffiti, and realized that he’d grown in size! The cat’s ass had never been small, but now it was huge! When he straightened his tail out, his ass still covered most of it up entirely. Pressing his hand into it, he felt it give way to his hand, squishing easily and with little resistance. The thing nearly swallowed up his hand entirely when he pressed hard enough! Every movement, every sway or slight wiggle left Cameron’s ass jiggling like gelatin in an earthquake.
 
 
And that’s not the only thing that grew! Sure, Cameron’s belly was slightly chubbier than normal, but that was to be expected after such a large meal. But the cat’s balls and cock had grown in size massively! Now, before this event, Cameron would have told you his cock is “average, but still functional!” But now, the thing was 8 inches long, while flaccid! His balls easily rivalled the size of cantaloupes. Of course, as the cat groped them, they were a lot squishier than cantaloupes…
 
 
Cameron spent a bit admiring his new endowments in the mirror, before his attention was drawn back to how he’d gotten these gains… He felt it was disrespectful to spend any more time admiring his assets, so he began to walk toward the door, when he suddenly realized that something felt off… Oh yeah, his shorts were missing after last night’s scuffle, and he was still in a bar’s bathroom. Peering out the door of the bathroom, the cat realized that the bar was closed since morning had arrived, but his shorts were not where he’d left them! Cameron sighed. It would be a long walk back home…