The final part in my series about a zebra gorging on lions! Indi's saved the fattest for last, and I'm sure Raf's gonna feel honored about that. Includes stuffing, permavore, and weight-gain! Previous Part

Indi finishes his lion-eating spree by stuffing a barely mobile Raf, his fattest meal yet...

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Eating the Pride: Part 5
By: Indi

Over the last two days, Raf had learned just how boring staying in bed could be. Through various misadventures the already-massive lion had gained a considerable amount of weight. Had his wardrobe not consisted of stretchy jumpsuits, he likely would’ve gone up three or four sizes at least in clothing. Even then he still felt crammed into his current outfit, which showed off every curve of his large body.

He wasn’t immobile, but doing even the simplest of things was currently a hassle, and he’d been too annoyed to adjust to his expanded size yet. He refused to leave his cabin on the starliner Columbia, and rarely left his bed. The television was on, but with his belly blocking the view he could do little else but listen to programs and hope they made sense.

Raf turned his head, glancing at the empty, second bed nearby. “Well it’s been two days, I guess August got eaten too,” he grumbled. When the cruise had begun he’d been with five friends—or at least acquaintances who wouldn’t leave him alone. One-by-one they’d all disappeared, and in all likelihood they’d ended up swallowed and digested. “Can’t believe those idiots dragged me along and then ditched me here by myself. Though now I won’t have to deal with them teasing me about my weight or trying to make me fatter or threatening to eat me.” He was never sure just how serious they were about the last one, but sometimes all it could take was a bit of booze and an empty stomach to turn someone into pudge.

The cabin’s doorbell went off, interrupting Raf’s latest grumping session. He ignored it. A moment later it went off again, and this time whoever was on the other side shouted “room service!”.

Raf frowned. He didn’t remember ordering anything, but was prone to forgetting when it came to food. There was a chance he’d placed an order for a salad earlier in the morning. Or that August was actually still alive and pranking him with remote orders. With great reluctance he shouted back. “Come in!”

There was a clicking sound as the door unlocked. A blubbery blue zebra waddled in pushing a large covered cart. His jumpsuit uniform looked even tighter than Raf’s, with the zipper not even fully closed. Unlike Raf, though, he didn’t seem embarrassed about it.

“Afternoon Mr. Gaines! Having a fantastic day, I hope?”

Raf cringed upon hearing his last name. He considered it to be even more frustrating than his full first name. “Yeah, I’m feeling peachy.”

“Good to hear!” The zebra either missed the sarcasm in Raf’s tone or ignored it. “My apologies for the delay in bringing up your order, but it was a doozy! Six dozen donuts, four pies, two cakes, one hundred cookies, and twenty muffins. Oh, and of course the keg of chocolate milk to go with it.”

“What!? I’d never order all that junk, never!” Raf fumed and blushed, already imagining all the assumptions the zebra was likely making about his diet and how he’d gotten so fat.

“But Mr. Gaines, the order was perfectly clear and very specific. There’s no way we could’ve made a mistake,” the zebra insisted.

Raf sighed and grumbled. As sour as his mood always was, he hated arguing. “Ugh, alright, alright, I’ll accept it. Bet August is behind this, that ass.”

“Excellent! I highly recommend our complementary feeding service, especially for our portliest of patrons.”

“I don’t—mmph!!”

Raf’s refusal was silenced by two whole donuts being crammed into his open mouth. More followed, at such a rapid rate that Raf could barely keep up with them. He wiggled on the bed, attempting in vain to sit up and escape his forced feeding. Unfortunately his gut slowed him down, and the additional desserts only made things worse. Within a couple minutes he’d only managed to exhaust himself, too tired and full to physically leave the bed on his own.

Only then did Indi stop feeding Raf. “You look absolutely incredible up close, jumbo.” Indi squeezed Raf’s side with a hoof and gave it a jiggle. “I’ve never seen such a handsomely hefty lion.”

“What was that for!” Raf growled. He tried to swat away Indi, but his doughy paw wasn’t much of a deterrent.

“To plump you up a little bit more before I eat you, of course. Though you can’t be too surprised about that, can you?” Indi said. Raf’s face shifted from fury to fear in an instant. “I already ate the rest of your friends—along with a ferret and a plump tiger whose uniform I snagged.” He activated the display on his jumpsuit, projecting the faces of Rico, Stelios, Tycho, Vex, and August, along with the ferret and tiger. “I made sure to save the fattest for last.” Indi prodded Raf in the middle, hard.

It took everything Raf had to resist whining in worry. He stared at the little depictions of his friends, all happy and smiling despite being beneath the ominous letters reading “Stored”. He’d mostly accepted they were gone, but couldn’t believe they’d all ended up eaten by a single person. The zebra certainly looked fat enough to have done what he claimed. And he was...he was next.

Raf considered his options, but the reality was there weren’t any. He was alone and helpless, and fighting off the hungry zebra wouldn’t be possible. He’d always suspected he’d end up getting eaten by someone eventually—years of hungry glances from voracious preds were all the evidence he needed of being considered delicious. That wasn’t enough to make him ready for it to actually happen, though.

“Sh-Shit.” Was all Raf could think to say.

“Less stammering, more stuffing,” Indi teased, before starting to feed Raf again.

Everything from the cart was crammed into Raf, despite the panicking lion’s best efforts to resist. His belly grew firmer and bulged a little more, though he was so huge it was hard to notice at times. Beneath him the bed groaned from his struggles and his weight, sounding more and more pained with each passing minute.

“You’re really testing the limits of this bed, butterball,” Indi said as he dropped another slice of cake into Raf’s maw. “Quite the feat considering they’re usually reinforced with engorged preds in mind. Course that’s usually only for a night, and you’ve been wearing away at it for days now.”

Raf scowled extra hard at the comment. He’d somewhat gotten over the initial wave of despair. Now he was angrier that the zebra was intent on feeding and teasing him before actually eating him. It was almost as bad as being devoured by his dumb friends.

It wasn’t long before the bed was groaning and creaking non-stop, quaking under the mass of lion atop it. Only a couple cookies remained, which Indi waved in front of Raf’s face. “Two more cookies. Time to see who wins between bed and blob.”

Indi forced them into Raf’s mouth, and the lion swallowed them in frustration. For a couple minutes the bed simply continued protesting. Then it finally gave out. The legs collapsed all at once, and the mattress fell to the floor, bending the frame as it did. Raf’s entire body jiggled and wobbled on impact, and he let out a thunderous bworrrrrrrrrrrrrp that rattled the food cart.

“Well I’d say you’re officially ready to eat!” Indi almost giggled. He leaned over onto the immobilized lion’s middle, sinking into the pudge. He’d never had the pleasure of toying with such a massive belly before, and wished he could just play with Raf for the rest of the cruise. But if he did he’d risk growing attached to the blubbery grump. No, it was better to have his only memories of Raf be as a grumpy feast.

“I never should’ve—urrp—agreed to go on this stupid cruise,” Raf mumbled, mainly to himself. “At least they all got eaten, too. And none of them had the chance to eat me. Bet they would’ve had a good laugh out of that. Idiots.” He felt his footpaws getting grabbed and slid into the unseen mouth of the zebra. Hopefully it wouldn’t take too long.


Once again Indi found himself stuck atop his boulder of a gut, moaning in pleasure. The crushed remains of the bed were somewhere beneath him, along with the shredded uniform he’d “borrowed”. His normal jumpsuit would’ve held out, but it turned out the cruise had cheaped out and only supplied their staff with clothing that provided a little give. The addition of Raf to his stomach had been beyond its capabilities.

His gargantuan meal had only put up a token resistance, not that Raf was in any real position to struggle. There’d been plenty of cursing and grumbling, and at one point Raf had even complained about how long it was taking. As if he could eat someone so huge any faster. Now that he was squeezed into the dark stomach, though, his snarky comments had returned to whines and squirms.

Indi wasn’t sure if he was actually more stuffed than the day he’d eaten August and the ferret at the buffet, but he was enjoying himself nonetheless. The sensation of being so massive was incredible. It was almost cartoonish. He gave his gut a squeeze, expressing thanks that it was even possible for someone to eat so much in one sitting without any ill effects. Aside from gaining a preposterous amount of weight, of course.

“If only all your friends had been as fat as you, Raf,” Indi told his squirming belly. “Though I’d be a blob myself right now if that had been the case. Still, it’d have been worth it.”

There was a muffled reply from deep within, though Indi couldn’t be sure if it was Raf genuinely responding to him or merely complaining. He lamented not having access to his internal speakers without his usual jumpsuit. Oh well.


Digesting Raf took an entire day, most of which Indi spent sleeping. Once he was churned away, Indi was left as a pure butterball of a zebra. He admired himself in the mirror, adoring how much his stripes had been stretched by packing on hundreds of pounds. He was far bigger than the average elephant. Even bigger than Raf had been at the end.

The experience was incredible.

Indi suspected he was at least a couple hundred pounds heavier than any of his previous highs. The roundness of his face. The heft of his belly and rump. The way even his arms seemed to jiggle as he waddled. They were new experiences. He was seeing himself in a whole new way, and found himself loving what he’d become.

“I’d originally planned to stay this large for maybe a month or two, but maybe I’ll have to reconsider,” Indi said to himself, practically swooning. “A year could be fun, or maybe two. I’m sure my appetite will be so fierce I’ll pretty much have to eat people to appease it. And I might not even gain anymore weight in the process. It’s rather hard to say no to a gluttonous lifestyle.”

The immense zebra smiled and laughed.

“And to think this is all thanks to one wonderfully fattening pride of lions. They truly are the best way to blimp up a zebra.” He brought up their face shots again, including the newest one of a frowning Raf. “Though I wonder if there are anymore lions left on the cruise to snack on. I wouldn’t mind adding to my collection.”

His laughter increased, and his body jiggled in response. Many more felines were bound to end up adding to the zebra’s bulk—or at least maintaining it.