The gang was a tad short tonight. While everyone else had managed to make it to the festivities, a certain elf had to work rather late at the hospital. It hadn’t been a fun shift, starting from the three firemen mauled by a ferocious tree-dwelling cat all the way to having to miss both lunch and dinner helping with stabilizing THE FANTASTIC CRAZY EDDIE as he chose to juggle no less than 14 scorpions. It was lucky that it all fell apart when they had reached only nine. Sidona had worked hard as she could on this extra long shift and now found herself over an hour late to hanging out with the gang! Hurriedly, she decides to call Duke, the person whose turn it was to pick where they’d be going. Normally they’d attend the parsimonious Opossum but on those rare occasions where someone wanted something special? Best not to take any chances as she put her finger to the button and gave him a call.

CLINK, Duke slams down another glass as he’s once again too slow for going shot for shot with Perrin. That catgirl just laughs as she grabs him by the head, giving him another noogie. Everyone else in the group chuckles along at the real joke, that this “contest” was just both of them pounding back drinks before the cat hit him on the shoulder or something else. He was far too gone due to the liquor in his body to notice that every shot he would “lose” whether or not he actually finished first. This game had been going on for quite a while, and was only interrupted by Sidona’s call to the big guy. With a grin, he tries to answer the phone with his normal “Y’ellow” southern twang of talking...but with that much liquor in his system it comes off more a “Yarsh” than anything else.

Duke’s always hard for the elf to understand, but tonight is especially bad since he sounds like some sort of dying animal on the phone. Every question she asks him is given an utterly enigmatic response by the man doing his best impression of a blender. No rule of the English language is left unmolested by imbibed burning border collie as he takes her on an inebriated journey through the history of man or some other garbled half nonsense that he rattles off. All the while, the poor elf struggles to follow her friend as he descends into the verbal version of the nine circles of dante’s inferno. She cannot follow as she fills out cryptic slurred instructions and prepares to set out for her quest with a determined but still concerned “Riiight...I’ll be there soon!” But all that driving around and looking only ate up the night. So by the time Sidona had processed where she needed to go, over an hour had passed on top of her time of being late. So the group didn’t process the sheer, seething anger boiling over a now Punished Sidona slinking into the bar. Each of the rest of the gang was having a blast without her! Admittedly, they’d be happy to see her if she wanted to stop sulking...but her lack of eating all day gave her an idea.


Pavan laughed, Bobie had gotten drunk enough that the words still could be understood leaving his mouth but nothing made even a lick of sense. Something about how he secretly wanted a ghost girlfriend or something ridiculous. The incubus smirked but he didn’t particularly care. Abbie swings by and clinks drinks with him in the moment. Maybe he should ask her out? She was pretty hot...and she’d definitely seen the notification of him accidentally liking that watermelon thigh crush video. She was single at the moment, so she’d probably say yes. However, any further thought process on trying to strike up a date this late vanishes from his mind as Bobie lets off an ear piercing shriek before being sucked into the void of nothingness. It was like a hole opened up and swallowed the poor gobbo whole. Pavan snorts in amusement, maybe that mythical ghost gf had been into short boys all along. But that smile would instantly fade as he feels a hand grab him on the shoulder and an all too familiar breath tickles his ear. “Hey Pavan.”

Duke and Perrin are having an absolute blast. Though they work in completely different wings of the hospital, both of them have countless stories to tell about their time in work. Those stories start to drift towards a theme: those folks that don’t notice what’s going on in the background and are almost a nuisance by how worthless they are. Duke’s nigh incomprehensible at this point, so the slurred cat giggles as he nods in agreement at how worthless some folks can be when there’s clearly an emergency. Both of them pause and look expectantly towards their “best friend”, the bartender as he cocks an eyebrow and looks behind them. Sidona seems to have decided feasting was on the agenda tonight and both Abbie and their helpless foxgirl friend Carrie were trying to rescue Pavan from the gut of what was definitely NOT Bobie’s mythical ghost gf.

Both the dog and cat pound back another round of drinks, laughing about the doctor unaware that the door he was leaning into was a pull rather than a push so he had caused the whole thing to shatter under his weight. “Whazuhibut” (What an idiot for those unfamiliar in drunken dog) shouts the hellhound as he giggles happily at the concept of someone making a huge mess just over not paying attention. That bartender glances behind them again. Pavan’s gone and Carrie is halfway down the elf’s windpipe as well, that same elf is using her now swollen gut to pin the cow to the floor in preparation for eating her last. Duke and Perrin are still none the wiser at this point, having lost it at recalling “The great banana incident” and its untold level of devastation upon the hospital. No one could stop it. Just like the same no one stopping Sidona as she hoisted the cow into the air and swallowed her whole all the same.

Just as Duke and Perrin are about to explain such a legendary tale, a friend interrupts them. Well...technically five friends but one friend wrapped around the other four. Sidona simply shoooves her now huge gut between them both, breaking up their little chat. You aren’t you when you’re hungry, and the anger of Sidona had faded considerably with a quarter-ton of people squirming away in your gut. When you eat a snickers (or four of your closest friends) you start feeling tons better. And that was where that elf was as she starts to rub her hands to smooth down the furious bulges in her belly. She wasn’t really mad at this point at both of them...but the others had just tasted sooooo good. And well, considering both of them were blushing so hard she just HAD to treat them too.

With them being so inebriated, Perrin and Duke were basically harmless at this point to the elf. In fact, to stop the cat in her tracks, that glutted elf just leans forward and plants a simple kiss right on her lips. This isn’t a kiss of love or even just hello. This kiss is a reservation for Perrin being her helpless dessert to finish off the night. Sidona has to shift her body some to face Duke head on, who whimpers helplessly as she tugs him closely. Too drunk and blushy from such a large orb, he only squirms a little bit as she unbuttons his shirt. Everyone else had tasted of their clothing, but she slaps her tongue against his chest as she starts licking upwards, feeling and tasting his muscled body before finally “Omph”ing around his head. Even being at such a large size, Duke is no match for her crimson throat muscles as he’s forced to lean forwards and get swallowed more and more and more deeper and deeper into her throat. For someone so tall, he’s no issue in being swallowed more and more by the second until gravity works in her favor and sends the rest of that spicy puppy down into that belly with everyone else.

Such a surge of canine into that gut causes Sidona to surge forwards...downwards too...at the floor. She lands belly first on the floor, but that’s not much an issue since Perrin’s feet are right next to her mouth. So off come those shoes and soon enough there’s a swallow of her feet. “Bartender!” the preyed upon catgirl shouts, almost in desperation. There’s a pang of panic in Sidona as she’s snacking on her lover...had she gone too far? Was she ruining the night? The bartender leans in, eyes wide and phone lifted as he’s preparing to call for emergency services...only for the cat to shove her now empty glass into his face and rattle the ice cubes inside of it. “Refill pleeeeaaaaseeeee” She smiles, now to her butt in elf. That bartender sets the phone aside and rolls his eyes as he refills her drink and hands it to her before turning and walking into the back to start closing up. Most everyone else had wisely left during the skirmish earlier and there wasn’t any point in staying open any longer.

Perrin’s rather flustered at being eaten by such a hungry elf, who never had seemed to be this aggressive without some “proper encouragement” like in the past. But that apparently wasn’t stopping this pink haired predator tonight. Instead she continues swallowing bite after bite of her meal, who continues to take sip after sip of her drink in a mad dash to that photo finish, but soon enough she’s swallowed just as well and descends into the world of slowly softening elf. Every gentle gulp tugs that swollen neck bulge further and further down into Sidona’s stomach until finally there’s nothing left but her and that gut. This wasn’t even an exaggeration, as the lights had been dimmed and the gang’s favorite bartender was already cleaning off glasses. “Look, you’re driving off customers and frankly I don’t think anything short of a forklift is lifting you, I’ll let you out tomorrow.” And soon enough, he’s left as well.

But Sidona wasn’t truly alone, as every one of her delicious, delicious friends were squirming around inside of that massive belly, bulges form and move across the surface of her skin before finally vanishing again. It’s clear there was a wild world of activity going on, though in different ways as she sets her ear against that orb in order to make out any noises. Instead of a sonar being used to detect whales, the pink haired whale had done the reverse. Definitely the majority of the activity was coming from Carrie and Bobie, who were going wild in an act of resistance sprung on by Bobie STILL thinking he (and by proxy everyone else) had been eaten by a ghost and had managed to get Carrie along for the ride. Pavan and Abbie weren’t doing much anything. Sidona suspected the two of them may be making out for the limited time they had left. Good for them! If only they hadn’t tasted so good they could take it a step further without the two shortest members of the gang screeching like car sirens (albeit with a decent reason in a case like that. As for Duke and Perrin, Sidona realized both of them were too drunk to put up any sort of resistance, and had ended up slouched over the other as they giggled at being eaten by the elf of all people. Of course, both of them had long suspected she’d finally develop that predatory streak at some point.

All of that movement served only to fluster that predatory elf, who shivers in delight at the feeling of being so full of a live meal. She had never eaten quite this much before, so any region of that gut that had an especially active user drumming away on it turned a nice pinkish red for her to blush about. Everyone had settled in nicely, especially as she rolls her hand over that gut to feel the bulges forming from every squirming occupant. But so much food means a flood of happy exhaustion as she chooses to close her eyes for a moment atop that belly. She doesn’t want to miss too much.

Yawning, it’s already immediately clear she’s missed too much. That belly isn’t lumpy any more like it was before she closed her eyes. It’s now completely smooth to the touch...and very very soft as well. Though it had only lost a few inches in size, she could tell the fun part was already passed as now everyone in that belly had digested into nearly a half ton of delicious, fattening soup for the elf. Of course with no activity and just a little less to have to carry herself, Sidona rolls back off of that belly and on to her feet, dragging herself and that gut towards the largest booth she could find. It’s a hassle as she’s clearly far too small to easily carry so much. Every step causes that giant cauldron to roll with noise. A loud BLORRSH echos across the walls as that poor overglutted elf tries desperately to carry that wobbling gut towards any sort of destination. Every wiggle and tug she does just causes that gigantic roundness to wobble and jiggle with a life of its own every step of the way until she finally reaches that booth. She fits perfectly butt first, her overfilled middle serves as a good stop, unable to let the helpless elf advance any further. She huffs loudly and at noone upon being trapped...but decides since the fun part’s over she may as well nap off the rest of that hefty meal.

Sidona’s top was the first to go. After being bombarded by tens of thousands of calories from such a massive meal, all that fat had to go somewhere. Pound after pound bombards the admittedly already impressively busty elf as those large breasts continue to swell and swell in size before finally, with one last desperate cry for the sweet release of death. With the gods deciding such a top has fought a struggle worthy of entering the gates of Valhalla, it splits apart to spill out her softened breasts. All the while even as that belly of hers shrinks, she still gains more and more weight on it, spreading out in a muffin top. Her pants fare little better as runs begin to form, slowly leaving her outfit obliterated as she sleeps through the rest of the night. When the elf wakes the next morning, she instantly recalls the circumstances of last night and tries to hop on to her feet. Alas, all of that food that was her friends had left enough of a dent that it was a struggle to slouch up and nearly crawl out of the booth. Since everyone had been so sloshed, that poor elf was now nursing a wicked hangover as she trudges over to the women's bathroom to get a good look at herself. And she doesn’t like what she sees at all.

Once, long ago. Sidona had been relatively thin with an attractively busty figure. Now? Well...She’d blush heavily as she takes both hands and lifts the two milk tank sized tits on her chest, letting them go in order for them to bounce excitedly against her huge belly. She sighs, they’re definitely pure fat, and now are met with another expanded friend in the form of her gut. Hands drift lower as she grabs and pinches that fattened middle, which has bloated out into a considerable paunch. Her fingers dimple that softened dome of squish as she huffs in frustration at all of the running she’d have to do to work that off. Drifting even lower, she’d whine as she realized how huge her butt and hips had gotten. Her pants had nearly split entirely at this point, struggling by the few threads in a desperate attempt to keep herself looking somewhat legitimate. Every step she took as she paced around the place was now accompanied by a soft wobble from her rear, welcoming wandering eyes to her.

Finally, she decides on grabbing Duke’s discarded shirt, the only bit of clothing large enough still capable of covering her huge breasts, though she frowns when she realizes just how tight it was going to be as she gauges the size of her belly by manhandling it. She’d bloated up considerably, but considering how the gang would probably be back in a few days then it’d at least make quite the conversation piece. She couldn’t help but smile a little bit, doubting anyone would be too angry at her getting the upper hand over them all, but they’d definitely tease her about how fat she had gotten. Right as she mentally makes up her mind to go running, her softened middle objects loudly with an obnoxiously loud groan. Blushing starts back again as she mentally makes note of going out to get breakfast. Another groan from her middle and she’s blushing as she rushes out the door of the bar, mentally changing her note to a VERY big breakfast for a very big elf.

Once again, me and perrin have commissioned the ever wonderful Octo over at https://www.furaffinity.net/user/octo-risotto . They're an absolute treat.

The cow Abbie, the dog Duke and the fox Carrie belong to me. The catgirl Perrin, the goblin Bobie and the incubus Pavan belong to  perrincatte. Lastly, the elf Sidona belongs to  SiennaAthens

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