My trade with  Arcamedes with himself as the very important arcanine who will make sure that you are gonna be useful for him. Might have added myself in just because I thought I could use a cameo.
Arcamedes belongs to  Arcamedes

Warning: includes digestion
___________________________________________________________________________________________
7:45 PM, outside of the Belly Club:
Everyone knows about the club in Las Vegas. It’s one of the most famous clubs that ever existed for fat furs. They have a buffet, a belly rubbing area, a DJ playing songs, and a bar that serves milkshakes and ice cream instead of alcoholic drinks. Then there is that one place where these fat furs bring their thin furry friends to the club for two reasons: to make them fat or to use them as seat cushions. So during this night, a special guest was coming into the club. He’s been known to compete in food eating contests and weight gain commercials, one of those things that help fat furs be motivated to be bigger. Everyone outside of the club was waiting in line as limousine parks right on the curb. The people then turned around to see who was coming out. From their perspective, they could only see an orange and black furry belly, struggling to get out of the car. “Couldn’t they have given me a bigger limo to begin with?” The fat orange and black furry said as he finally gets out of the limo. His body jiggles and wobbles like jello. “I’ll have to eat the person who’s responsible for giving me this tiny car.”

“Hey, it’s Arcamedes!” One of the people in the crowd said as the others took out their phones and snapped pictures of him like a paparazzi. Arcamedes is this big fat orange and black arcanine with a round doughy belly, a fat butt, limbs that are thick as sausages, a face that’s all cubby and round, and a big fluffy tail. His fans were asking him questions but he wouldn’t answer one, just because he doesn’t really like to waste time answering questions. Whenever a celebrity comes through a crowd, they usually have bodyguards. But for Arcamedes, he is his own bodyguard. Anyone who gets too close to him will go straight into his digestive system. He cuts through the line and gets up to the front. “You know the drill.” He tells the lion bouncer, letting Arcamedes in.

Inside the club, he looks around and sees how many furs, thin and fat, are dancing and enjoying the music. To him, he sees these people as meals and he only ate twelve pizzas before he came here. “Mister Arcamedes.” One of the staff from the club comes up to him. “We got your room ready for you.”

“That’s good. I really wasn’t in the mood to have people bump into me and my big belly and butt.” Arcamedes said while patting his big gut. So he walks to his special VIP room with a golden door that shines like the sun. He opens the door and all around the room are golden objects that must have cost a fortune to get. Golden chair, golden table, golden TV set, and even a golden toilet. That was a dream come true for every rich person. But he wasn’t alone in that room. Right where his chair was, a human was setting it up. He was white, had brown hair, blue eyes, and wearing a blue shirt and jeans with some glasses. “Hey you.” He calls out to him, making the small human turn around to him nervously. “What are you doing with my chair?”

“I...umm…..” He looked scared, maybe because he knows who this big arcanine is and that it was his chair. “I was just preparing the chair for you Arcamedes.” He sweats in fear as the arcanine was glaring at him.

“What is your name human?” Arcamedes asks him, crossing his arms and lifting his eyebrow.

“Haedon, sir.” He answers.

“Haedon, why don’t you sit in that chair for me? I got a very important job for you.” The fat arcanine orders him as the human does what he’s been told to do.

“What is it?” Haedon asks, being curious to what his job was to do.

“Just sit there…..” Arcamedes walks over to Haedon and the golden chair and turns around, showing the human his big fat butt. “Aaaaaand….” He sits right on the human, squishing him in the seat. “Ahhhh, you’re an amazing chair cushion.” He then grinds his butt side to side. “Mmmmff, that feels so good.”

“Mmff!” Haedon muffles underneath, not liking this job very much. He couldn’t move his body around and had to deal with the heavy weight crushing him.

“Shhhh!” Arcamedes shushes him. “You’re my seat cushion so be quiet as I start my daily fattening.” He rubs his belly before it growls and gurgles in hunger. “Looks like it’s time.” Right next to him was a red button attached on a side table labeled “Press for food.” He slams his fat paw on the button and a staff member comes into the room.

“What do you want to eat?” The first question he asks as he already knows all about the button.

“Hmm, let me think….” On the other side of the chair, opposite of the side table, was a tablet that showed footage of inside of the club. He goes through the cameras, choosing his meal. “That fat wolf in the green shirt and sweatpants. He looks like a very tasty dish. Bring him to me stat.” Arcamedes commands the staff member as he goes out and grabs the fat fur.

“Hey, what’s going on?” The fat wolf was confused and a bit surprised to see his favorite arcanine, Arcamedes.

“My, oh my….don’t you look very fat.” He rubs his belly and groans a bit. “Come over here and let me show you something.” Arcamedes smirks at him as the fat wolf walks towards him nervously. The arcanine then grabs him by his shirt and lifts him up.

“Yipe!” He lets out as he wasn’t expecting that to happen. “Hey...uumm.” The poor wolf was blushing red on his face. “This feels strange.”

“Oh please, you haven’t seen anything yet.” He then opens his mouth and shoves his head in. At first the wolf was scared for his life as his head went into Arcamedes’ mouth but it felt warm and soft. So he willingly lets the big fat arcanine eat him up. Arcamedes gulps and moans, pushing more of the fat wolf’s body into his throat. With one last gulp, he huffs and puts his paws on his belly that bulges out a bit with some squirming inside. “Braaap! Man, Nnrrfh! You were so tasty.” Arcamedes rubs his belly again and grinds his hips and butt on the seat. He could hear the muffles inside his stomach as it was turning into panicking ones. “Make me a fat arcanine, food.” He lays his head back and lets his digestive system do the work.

About an hour later, the fat wolf that was once here has been turned into arcanine pudge as Arcamedes gained 90 pounds. His belly spills a little on his lap and he couldn’t see most of his fat thighs. “Mmfh!” Haedon still muffles under his fat butt which had gotten a little big, squishing in the chair.

“I thought I told you to shush it, chair cushion!” He growls a little before pressing the button again.

“You want more food?” The same staff member came into the room, ready to serve the fat arcanine again.

“Yeah, let me see here…” He goes back to the tablet with the security cameras. He sees two furs at the booth, one fat and one thin. The fat one was a grey cat and the thin one was a white mouse. “Get the white mouse and the fat grey cat from the booth. They look like a decent meal I can eat.”

The staff member nods and exits the room. A minute later, he gets the fat cat and thin mouse into the VIP room. “Hey, what is going on here?” The thin mouse angrily says, wanting to know why he was dragged into here with his friend.

“Relax Rick, maybe it’s a good thing.” She said, adjusting her shirt as it was slowly being lifted up by her fat belly. “I bet this fat arcanine wants my big belly.”

“Why not come closer and find out, you two?” Arcamedes flirty says, shaking his belly to attract the two furs. The fat cat was happily obeying his orders as the mouse wasn’t happy about this still. He was just dragging his feet and glaring at the arcanine. “Now who wants to be in my belly?” He licks his lips.

“What!?” Rick says in shock. This was not his time to be prey as he had other things to do like work and watch the news. “No way I’m gonna be some fat mutt’s meal! You look like you’re diabetic.” It was clear that this mouse was angry, but by the words he said to Arcamedes, he wasn’t the angriest.

Arcamedes snarls, his whole body vibrating. Haedon hears the whole conversation and knew that it wasn’t going to be pretty for the mouse. “What did you say to me, you little rodent!?” As angry as he gets, his claws get sharp and his eyes dilate in anger.

“You heard me, you’re just a diabetic mutt!” Rick repeats his sentence again, offending the arcanine even more.

“You know what? I think I know who’s going first.” He leans over to the mouse and picks him up by his tail. He puts him right above his head, right where he can just drop him into his mouth. The cat just stands there and watches his friend being picked up by the famous Arcamedes. “Say your last words you skinny rat!”

“Penny! Do something!” He squeaks in fear, hoping that his friend would help him.

“You brought this on yourself Rick, enjoy the stay.” She smirks and crosses her arms.

Rick gulps and sweats bullets, looking down at the hungry arcanine. “Down you go.” He opens his mouth and drops the white mouse in. With a loud satisfied gulp, the mouse lands right in the warm and dark belly of the arcanine beast. “Ahhhhh, your friend was very tasty. Shame that he had to be rude about it.” He rubs his belly and lets out a belch.

“He’s always like that. But I don’t mind your glorious gut.” She smiles, adoring Arcamedes big bloated belly.

Just as he was gonna smile too, he felt his stomach growling aggressively. “Nnrgh! Man, these bellyaches are BRRRAAAPP!…..something.” Arcamedes lets out these loud massive belches that literally shook objects around him. “Come here for me, cat.” He tells her as she walks closer to him. “Mmmfh! Oh yeah...listen to my belly working on your thin friend.” He grabs the back of her head and pushes it right on his soft doughy belly, grunting and letting out more burps. She begins to blush red and muffles. “Do you hear those sounds? Hear how powerful my belly really is? It’s so big….so...nrgh..BRRAAAAAAP!.....god-like.” He couldn’t speak properly with the gas that’s coming out of his mouth. Haedon was lucky that it wasn’t the other way around or he’ll be doomed.

“It sounds majestic Arcamedes, when do I get to join in?” She looks up at him and smiles brightly, willing to be eaten.

“Well why not right now?” He uses both of his fat paws to lift her up, feeling how much heavier she was than the mouse. “I doubt that your friend would be okay in there.” Then Arcamedes opens his mouth and shoves her in.

“Oh my, so warm in here.” Penny compliments his mouth and breath. “Have you ever had someone like me who enjoys this?” She asks him.

He had to swallow her down in order to talk. So he shoves her in more and takes in a huge gulp before huffing and belching. “Mmm, it’s rare for that to happen.” Arcamedes rubs his belly and groans. “But I’ll love it anyway, just as long as they get in my belly.” He leans back in his chair again and takes his time to feel his prey squirming around softly, like a belly massage that he’ll give five stars. “Mmm, keep squirming around, that feels so good.”

“Mmffh!” Haedon muffles underneath the arcanine again. He was already dealing the extra pounds of pressure on top of him, like ten cows were on him.

“Ugh! How many times do I have to tell you to shush, seat cushion!?” He growls deeply at the human under his fat butt. “I should have just eaten you instead.” But if he were to eat him, he wouldn’t enjoy the softness of his slaves. So he waits and hears the gurgling of his stomach acids digesting the cat into his own fat. “Mmmm, I’m feeling so hungry right now. And he presses the button the third time tonight. And again the same staff member comes into the VIP room. “Don’t speak, give me more food.” He said without letting the other guy say another word. More and more guests from the club kept coming in, some loving the big guy while others just wanted to leave. Either way, they all end up being dominated and eaten by the hungry arcanine. It felt so good for Arcamedes to have the feeling of being the king of everything right now. It was also making him very sleepy when he has at least six people in his belly, all squirming around helplessly. “Mmrfff! Not sure if this is a new record…...but I love it.” He grins evilly and moans more. “Give me more!” He angrily shouts when he is still feeling hungry. But he felt this feeling of being tired and worn out. It must have been this food coma from the prey he ate. “Must….eat….more….” And with that, he sleeps soundly as his belly finally gets to digesting the furs.
______________________________________________________________________________

An hour later, he wakes up to his grumbling body as it expands very widely. He looked like a beached whale, three times and yet looks like a pear. It just goes straight to the hips, butt, and belly. His fat sides were crushing the chair so much that he could hear the cracking for the first time, and it was made out of gold. His face was covered in round cheeks and triple chins, arms and legs that are barely immobile to the point where it was rarely movable. His legs and thighs wide enough to make out as couches for people to sit on and a belly that bulges out like he was inflated with a pump. “Mmmhh, how long was I…” He yawns mid-sentence. “...asleep?” He growls softly and licks his lips. “I hope it’s not morning.” He couldn’t reach the button so the only way to get someone’s attention was by, “Hey slave! I’m awake here! You better get in here or you’ll be my meal!”

The staff member came in quickly after hearing his voice.“Arcamedes, I thought that you were napping. I didn’t want to disturb you.” He politely says like a butler. “Are you still hungry?”

“No, I think I’m done eating people in this club. Call a limousine, a bigger one this time, and have you and the rest of the employees here wheel me to the ride. I got a date with my ego and body.” He smirks lightly before groaning.

“They will come in with a big cart for you. I hope you enjoyed your time at The Belly Club.”

“Oh please, if this place didn’t exist, I would have to walk to places to find some tasty fat furs.” A few minutes later, the employees came in with a giant metal cart for Arcamedes to get in. “Perfect, place it as close to me and push me in.” So they put the cart as close as they can and used all of their strength to push the obese arcanine in. “Now roll me around, I want to lay on my fat back.” So they did their best to turn his fat body around to where Arcamedes gets the view of the room. Looking back at the golden seat, it seemed like he forgot something. Haedon was still in that chair, now weak and lightheaded. “Well what do you know, the human still lives.” He jokes.

“Ugh, what day is it?” He asks, all woozy and pale. He then looks at the arcanine and says, “I hope I did a great job at being your seat cushion.”

“Oh you did wonderful and I got a special date with my dessert too.” He orders the employees to carry Haedon right on his belly and have them place Arcamedes’ arms right on him like a strap, sinking him a bit into his doughy belly. “I hope you don’t mind my warm breath back at my place.” He grins and licks his lips.

“Oh no.” Haedon became worried that his job wasn’t over yet as Arcamedes was gonna have some fun with the skinny human. He flops his face onto the furry belly and whines.

“Ahh, the sound of worriedness fills with joy in my ears.” Archimedes says before he and Haedon were rolled out of the VIP room and into the lobby where everyone watches and is most likely confused as to why Arcamedes is very fat, what a human is doing on his belly, and what will happen to the human. “Nothing to see here prey- I mean people! Just keep dancing.” He tells that to everyone as they don’t even listen to him. Some even took out their phones and snapped pictures of him. “Get me out of here you slaves! I don’t want to be stuck in this building!” He angrily shouts at the employees who struggle to move quickly.

After making it outside, the staff members finally made it to the bigger limo and shoved the arcanine and the human inside and slammed the door. “This...is a nice...limo.” Haedon said, sounding like a drunk man but was just still lightheaded from being sat on for more than an hour.

“Thanks. It’ll be the last time you’ll see something like this.” He places Haedon on his lap and licks his head, just getting a taste of what he might taste like. “Mmmm, you’ll be a great desert for me. Just make sure you start begging when we get to my place.”

“I mean, I won’t try to offend you unlike that guy who called you an diabetic mutt.” Haedon wasn’t that kind of guy to make people mad unless it was something that he wasn’t willing to be doing, which is what he should be doing by now.


“Ha! I’ll be honest with you, human, I wasn’t really that mad when that mouse called me that. It felt...good. I loved every word of that. It made him taste soooo deeeelightfffffuuul. He said it as if he was drunk as a skunk. “So call me a few names and see what happens.” Before continuing on that conversation, he goes up to the driver and says, “Take us to my place.” And so the limo driver starts the car and drives onto the road where Arcamedes will continue his late night snacking, just a small one and then tomorrow he’ll get himself prepared for a fat squishing date with his fans.