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I hadn't written about Raf's twin brother Leon in a while, so I knocked out a little vore story starring him. Includes permavore and weight-gain!
Leon enjoys a lively breakfast and dinner during a normal day on campus...
A Glutton’s Appetite
By: Indi
Leon’s bed groaned beneath his weight as he slowly slid off it. The four hundred pound hyena had gradually worn it down over the last two years, at times forcing it to endure nearly half a ton of combined heft. He didn’t expect it to survive the rest of the semester, which put a grin on his wide face.
As he stretched, his stomach rumbled, and he cringed as he felt something coming up. Leon let out a short, deep brahuhup. The tattered remains of a small tank-top flew from his mouth and landed on the floor. All that was left of dinner from the night before—aside from some extra weight, of course.
Dinner had been a short, lean mouse, barely a snack by the gluttonous hyena’s measure. But he’d been tasty and wiggled well, so Leon had been pleased. Later he’d have to add the tank-top to his collection of mementos. It wasn’t as flashy as collars, antlers, or the couple of beaks he’d snagged in the past, but sometimes he cared more about quantity than quality.
Leon slowly got dressed. Once he’d put on his jacket he attended to his frosted-tipped mohawk. He never liked having to rush to his first class, so he made sure to wake up early. There’d still be plenty of time to put together breakfast and stroll the short distance from the frat house to campus.
Few seemed awake in the house at that hour, Leon only hearing a few scattered sounds as he made his way down the stairs. He was just about to reach the kitchen when a chubby cheetah turned the corner fast and ran right into his soft middle.
The cheetah staggered a foot backwards, confused. When he looked up at Leon his ears drooped and an embarrassed look came upon his face. “S-Sorry about that!”
Leon recognized him as one of the many freshmen pledging to the fraternity, though he couldn’t quite remember his name. Maybe it began with an “S”? On most days he would’ve accepted the apology and let the cheetah continue handling whatever chores he’d likely been tasked with, but Leon was feeling particularly hungry, and the unfortunate cheetah’s belly was peeking out slightly. It was hard for some preds to not immediately see others as food first and people second, and Leon was no exception.
“Oh don’t worry about it,” Leon said with a friendly smile. “Turns out you were just the person I was looking for.”
Before the cheetah could ask why, he found himself snatched and lifted off the ground in a matter of seconds. He saw Leon open his maw wide, and glimpsed the deep tunnel of his throat, but didn’t have time to even shout before he was descending.
The first gulp pulled in the cheetah’s entire head and shoulders, and most of his chest as well. By the second he’d been dunked into the stomach, his small middle filling up Leon’s mouth. The hyena gave a soft nibble before swallowing again, already more than half-way through with his meal. He’d always been a fast eater, even when his food had a kick to it.
Leon’s belly bulged a bit as it filled with cheetah. His considerable heft pressed down on his prey, making it much tougher for them to squirm and fight. Even after Leon finished swallowing the feline, his gut didn’t sport the usual lumps. It still jutted out more than a normal belly did, and of course the wobbling was impossible to miss. He rather liked the fact eating a whole person hadn’t had much of an impact on him, though. It helped reinforce that the cheetah was just food now.
The hyena squeezed his gut and gave it a shake, smirking as he felt his meal bounce around within. “Hope you can keep me satisfied through lunch, small fry. My tank burns through fuel pretty fast~”
He could feel the vibrations of shouting inside his stomach, but the noise couldn’t penetrate his pudge. Perfect.
With breakfast out of the way, Leon left the frat house and headed towards campus. It was a clear day, and not too chilly. His middle swayed with every step, and caught the eyes of passersby. Even with lugging around the extra weight of his meal, Leon still arrived at his first class a little early. Fortunately it was in an auditorium, so he didn’t have any trouble squeezing into a chair close to the aisle, his gut shoved under the table as best he could.
There were a few glances from classmates, as expected. Leon pulled out his laptop and prepared for class, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Occasionally he slid a paw down to massage his belly, provoking a weak nudge or two. He didn’t go out of his way to make a scene, since the Professor was voracious himself and prone to eating anyone who caused disruptions. There was a chance Leon could take the portly fox in a fight, but he wasn’t eager to test his luck.
As the class went on, Leon’s belly slowly settled down. The initial flurry of struggles weakened to mere twitching, then ceased entirely. By the time the Professor was telling everyone which chapters to read for the next class, Leon’s stomach was gurgling loudly, actively churning away breakfast.
With class over, Leon felt he could get away with showing off. He stood up and stretched, letting his exposed belly stick out so the others could see that not only had he eaten someone, but they were on the road to digesting. He stifled a string of belches, but even then they were loud enough for half the room to hear. Leon left the room humming to himself, stomach sloshing faintly as it gurgled.
Sliding into the desk at his second class an hour later was slightly easier. Leon couldn’t help but smile as he heard—and felt—his belly squish against the desk. It was noisy enough to gain the attention of the peers to his left and right, who glanced down at his gut frequently. One blushed, while the other clearly inched away during class. Both reactions pleased him.
Hours passed, both in class and in the library for research. Leon’s belly gurgled and sloshed and shrunk. Every once in a while the hyena would let out a powerful belch and eject some article of clothing or random accessory his breakfast had owned. He let the pants, shirt, and socks remain where they landed. He kept an earring and the wrecked phone, though. By the time he waddled into his final class of the day, no traces of the cheetah remained. Even the weight he’d gained was barely noticeable.
The last class was also the longest, and eating the cheetah for breakfast had thrown off Leon’s usual meal schedule. With no snack in sight, his mind quickly drifted to his classmates. There was a plump crow in the row ahead of him, who’d gained a good deal of weight recently. Clearly another pred unless he was living in one of the dining halls. Leon’s stomach rumbled and he licked his lips. Half-way through class he’d decided the crow would be dinner.
* * *
Leon groaned as he leaned against a desk. His bulging belly was wobbling violently, loud curses nearly escaping it. Despite their size difference, the crow had proved to be a fighter, nearly turning the tables on Leon at a couple points. But bulk had won out in the end, with the crow flattened beneath his classmate’s massive gut along with the chair he’d fallen into. Fortunately the Professor had already left before their fight, otherwise Leon’s grade likely would’ve suffered from the damage they’d caused.
“You put up a good fight bird, but it looks like you still weren’t high enough on the food chain in the end.” Leon gave his gut a rough squeeze. Though he didn’t necessarily mind when a meal resisted, he much preferred them to accept their fate and go down swiftly. “Now you’re gonna be nothing more than pudge and a beak to add to my collection. Thanks for plumping yourself up for me, dinner~”
There was another fierce kick from within, not that it did the crow any good. Leon’s stomach wasn’t prone to giving up meals.
Once Leon had recovered enough from eating, he gathered up his things and left, leaving behind numerous knocked over chairs and tipped tables. The waddle back to the frat house was uneventful, with Leon thinking more about homework than the classmate squirming in his stomach. He pushed open the front door with his gut, letting the bulk precede him.
“I see someone ate well today,” a fat giraffe named Alec said as he watched Leon arrive.
“You don’t know the—uorrrp—half of it,” Leon gloated, a few feathers flying from his mouth as he burped.
Alec rolled his eyes as his friend left the feathers littering the floor. “Oh, any chance you saw Seth this morning?”
“Seth?”
“Cheetah, kind of chubby, one of the pledges,” Alec said. His gaze was already lowering to Leon’s gut.
Leon laughed. “So that’s who I ate for breakfast! Couldn’t quite remember the name. Decent meal.”
“Ugh, we need at least a few of the pledges to survive, ya know?” Alec gave Leon’s belly a sharp poke, prompting more struggles from the crow.
“We each get one free pledge meal a year, and unlike you I didn’t waste it on day one!” Leon grinned.
“You’re just jealous I snagged the fat rabbit before you did. With how much of his dorm he was gorging on he’d have probably eaten the whole campus in a couple years!”
“Ah, so you were worried you’d add to his bulk if he got in the frat.” Leon’s remark got a frown from Alec. “Shame, he’d have been an obscenely indulgent feast if allowed to fatten up for a year. Might’ve even been worth losing ya.”
“I still haven’t had dinner yet myself, don’t test your luck Tubbo.” Alec said. He was joking...mostly. Both had accepted there was at least a slim possibility they’d eat each other in the future.
Leon shrugged and waddled over to the couch, causing it to creak as he plopped down on it. “Alright, alright, I’m just messing with ya. Now why don’t ya come over and give me belly rubs. Dinner’s being rowdy and needs reminding that it’s just food now.”
Alec joined his friend, the pair taking up the entire couch on their own. With glee he rubbed and kneaded Leon’s gut, waiting for the gurgling to begin. College life really did treat gluttons well...at least as long as they remained on top of the food chain.
Leon enjoys a lively breakfast and dinner during a normal day on campus...
A Glutton’s Appetite
By: Indi
Leon’s bed groaned beneath his weight as he slowly slid off it. The four hundred pound hyena had gradually worn it down over the last two years, at times forcing it to endure nearly half a ton of combined heft. He didn’t expect it to survive the rest of the semester, which put a grin on his wide face.
As he stretched, his stomach rumbled, and he cringed as he felt something coming up. Leon let out a short, deep brahuhup. The tattered remains of a small tank-top flew from his mouth and landed on the floor. All that was left of dinner from the night before—aside from some extra weight, of course.
Dinner had been a short, lean mouse, barely a snack by the gluttonous hyena’s measure. But he’d been tasty and wiggled well, so Leon had been pleased. Later he’d have to add the tank-top to his collection of mementos. It wasn’t as flashy as collars, antlers, or the couple of beaks he’d snagged in the past, but sometimes he cared more about quantity than quality.
Leon slowly got dressed. Once he’d put on his jacket he attended to his frosted-tipped mohawk. He never liked having to rush to his first class, so he made sure to wake up early. There’d still be plenty of time to put together breakfast and stroll the short distance from the frat house to campus.
Few seemed awake in the house at that hour, Leon only hearing a few scattered sounds as he made his way down the stairs. He was just about to reach the kitchen when a chubby cheetah turned the corner fast and ran right into his soft middle.
The cheetah staggered a foot backwards, confused. When he looked up at Leon his ears drooped and an embarrassed look came upon his face. “S-Sorry about that!”
Leon recognized him as one of the many freshmen pledging to the fraternity, though he couldn’t quite remember his name. Maybe it began with an “S”? On most days he would’ve accepted the apology and let the cheetah continue handling whatever chores he’d likely been tasked with, but Leon was feeling particularly hungry, and the unfortunate cheetah’s belly was peeking out slightly. It was hard for some preds to not immediately see others as food first and people second, and Leon was no exception.
“Oh don’t worry about it,” Leon said with a friendly smile. “Turns out you were just the person I was looking for.”
Before the cheetah could ask why, he found himself snatched and lifted off the ground in a matter of seconds. He saw Leon open his maw wide, and glimpsed the deep tunnel of his throat, but didn’t have time to even shout before he was descending.
The first gulp pulled in the cheetah’s entire head and shoulders, and most of his chest as well. By the second he’d been dunked into the stomach, his small middle filling up Leon’s mouth. The hyena gave a soft nibble before swallowing again, already more than half-way through with his meal. He’d always been a fast eater, even when his food had a kick to it.
Leon’s belly bulged a bit as it filled with cheetah. His considerable heft pressed down on his prey, making it much tougher for them to squirm and fight. Even after Leon finished swallowing the feline, his gut didn’t sport the usual lumps. It still jutted out more than a normal belly did, and of course the wobbling was impossible to miss. He rather liked the fact eating a whole person hadn’t had much of an impact on him, though. It helped reinforce that the cheetah was just food now.
The hyena squeezed his gut and gave it a shake, smirking as he felt his meal bounce around within. “Hope you can keep me satisfied through lunch, small fry. My tank burns through fuel pretty fast~”
He could feel the vibrations of shouting inside his stomach, but the noise couldn’t penetrate his pudge. Perfect.
With breakfast out of the way, Leon left the frat house and headed towards campus. It was a clear day, and not too chilly. His middle swayed with every step, and caught the eyes of passersby. Even with lugging around the extra weight of his meal, Leon still arrived at his first class a little early. Fortunately it was in an auditorium, so he didn’t have any trouble squeezing into a chair close to the aisle, his gut shoved under the table as best he could.
There were a few glances from classmates, as expected. Leon pulled out his laptop and prepared for class, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Occasionally he slid a paw down to massage his belly, provoking a weak nudge or two. He didn’t go out of his way to make a scene, since the Professor was voracious himself and prone to eating anyone who caused disruptions. There was a chance Leon could take the portly fox in a fight, but he wasn’t eager to test his luck.
As the class went on, Leon’s belly slowly settled down. The initial flurry of struggles weakened to mere twitching, then ceased entirely. By the time the Professor was telling everyone which chapters to read for the next class, Leon’s stomach was gurgling loudly, actively churning away breakfast.
With class over, Leon felt he could get away with showing off. He stood up and stretched, letting his exposed belly stick out so the others could see that not only had he eaten someone, but they were on the road to digesting. He stifled a string of belches, but even then they were loud enough for half the room to hear. Leon left the room humming to himself, stomach sloshing faintly as it gurgled.
Sliding into the desk at his second class an hour later was slightly easier. Leon couldn’t help but smile as he heard—and felt—his belly squish against the desk. It was noisy enough to gain the attention of the peers to his left and right, who glanced down at his gut frequently. One blushed, while the other clearly inched away during class. Both reactions pleased him.
Hours passed, both in class and in the library for research. Leon’s belly gurgled and sloshed and shrunk. Every once in a while the hyena would let out a powerful belch and eject some article of clothing or random accessory his breakfast had owned. He let the pants, shirt, and socks remain where they landed. He kept an earring and the wrecked phone, though. By the time he waddled into his final class of the day, no traces of the cheetah remained. Even the weight he’d gained was barely noticeable.
The last class was also the longest, and eating the cheetah for breakfast had thrown off Leon’s usual meal schedule. With no snack in sight, his mind quickly drifted to his classmates. There was a plump crow in the row ahead of him, who’d gained a good deal of weight recently. Clearly another pred unless he was living in one of the dining halls. Leon’s stomach rumbled and he licked his lips. Half-way through class he’d decided the crow would be dinner.
* * *
Leon groaned as he leaned against a desk. His bulging belly was wobbling violently, loud curses nearly escaping it. Despite their size difference, the crow had proved to be a fighter, nearly turning the tables on Leon at a couple points. But bulk had won out in the end, with the crow flattened beneath his classmate’s massive gut along with the chair he’d fallen into. Fortunately the Professor had already left before their fight, otherwise Leon’s grade likely would’ve suffered from the damage they’d caused.
“You put up a good fight bird, but it looks like you still weren’t high enough on the food chain in the end.” Leon gave his gut a rough squeeze. Though he didn’t necessarily mind when a meal resisted, he much preferred them to accept their fate and go down swiftly. “Now you’re gonna be nothing more than pudge and a beak to add to my collection. Thanks for plumping yourself up for me, dinner~”
There was another fierce kick from within, not that it did the crow any good. Leon’s stomach wasn’t prone to giving up meals.
Once Leon had recovered enough from eating, he gathered up his things and left, leaving behind numerous knocked over chairs and tipped tables. The waddle back to the frat house was uneventful, with Leon thinking more about homework than the classmate squirming in his stomach. He pushed open the front door with his gut, letting the bulk precede him.
“I see someone ate well today,” a fat giraffe named Alec said as he watched Leon arrive.
“You don’t know the—uorrrp—half of it,” Leon gloated, a few feathers flying from his mouth as he burped.
Alec rolled his eyes as his friend left the feathers littering the floor. “Oh, any chance you saw Seth this morning?”
“Seth?”
“Cheetah, kind of chubby, one of the pledges,” Alec said. His gaze was already lowering to Leon’s gut.
Leon laughed. “So that’s who I ate for breakfast! Couldn’t quite remember the name. Decent meal.”
“Ugh, we need at least a few of the pledges to survive, ya know?” Alec gave Leon’s belly a sharp poke, prompting more struggles from the crow.
“We each get one free pledge meal a year, and unlike you I didn’t waste it on day one!” Leon grinned.
“You’re just jealous I snagged the fat rabbit before you did. With how much of his dorm he was gorging on he’d have probably eaten the whole campus in a couple years!”
“Ah, so you were worried you’d add to his bulk if he got in the frat.” Leon’s remark got a frown from Alec. “Shame, he’d have been an obscenely indulgent feast if allowed to fatten up for a year. Might’ve even been worth losing ya.”
“I still haven’t had dinner yet myself, don’t test your luck Tubbo.” Alec said. He was joking...mostly. Both had accepted there was at least a slim possibility they’d eat each other in the future.
Leon shrugged and waddled over to the couch, causing it to creak as he plopped down on it. “Alright, alright, I’m just messing with ya. Now why don’t ya come over and give me belly rubs. Dinner’s being rowdy and needs reminding that it’s just food now.”
Alec joined his friend, the pair taking up the entire couch on their own. With glee he rubbed and kneaded Leon’s gut, waiting for the gurgling to begin. College life really did treat gluttons well...at least as long as they remained on top of the food chain.
Category Story / Vore
Species Hyena
Gender Male
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Another great read! Would love to see another story featuring these two preds in action.
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