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The gorilla sighed, his muscles ached, his sweat soaked fur barely concealed by a tight towel. He eased himself into the ice bath, tossing the towel aside, and groaned in relief. It was at this moment that I walked in, my tall, lanky, skinny, form, equally as sweaty. I briefly gazed into the mirror, eying my bovine frame, my hollow, sunken, eyes and groaned. It had been a rough practice session. Between cross country and fencing, I was being run ragged and my grades… we don’t talk about those.

     “Damn you look tired. How would you like somewhere warm to rest?” The gorilla teased, tracing a submerged hand along his empty, toned, stomach. Wagging his eyebrows at me all the while. I ignored him, stripping down to my underwear, revealing my flat, toned stomach, and deep belly button. I slid into the bath across from the lion and grimaced, the water, although beneficial to my body, was unpleasant.


      “You don’t like it?”The gorilla asked.


      “No, I don’t.” I replied, I could feel my extremities losing blood. The lion moved quickly, displacing the water before he settled down next to me. He stretched and yawned, placing his muscular arm around my shoulder.


     “What do you say we get some lunch? I saw a few good looking meals on the way.” He chuckled.

    “Sure.” I smirk. “I hope you weren’t planning on eating me.” I reply, my voice low enough to intimate a threat.


    “Of course not.” The gorilla guaffed. “Not enough meat. You’re all bones chowhound.”


   The door to the athletic room opened and a pair of football players entered. Both built like bricks. One was a heavyset hippo linebacker, muscles bulging underneath his uniform, the other a slim, spotted, feline quarterback.


   The gorilla rushed forwards, wrapping his big, meaty hands, around both of their necks. His knee bolted into the Hippo’s stomach like lightning, doubling the hippo over, the hippo could barely cry out as the gorilla worked his jaws over his meal’s head, deep swallows pulling him within himself, the simian’s throat bulging grotesquely. As his belly grew, his meal disappeared from view. Another swallow pulled the hippo deeper, his stomach swelling, even as the meal’s toes disappeared from view. A deep gulp sealed the simian’s prey within.


   I moved faster than lightning, placing myself between the cheetah and the door, my own stomach reminding me of my growing hunger. I leapt forwards, pinning the cheetah against a heavy locker. My gut groaned loudly and I salivated heavily. I ignored a deep belch from behind and ran my rough tongue along the cheetah’s face, leaving behind thick globs of saliva. I pressed my stomach into the cheetah’s face and relished in his fearful expression as it growled loudly. Gently I stood him back up and parted my jaws, my tongue rolling out of my jaws like a red carpet. My stomach groaned again, gurgling in my throat.
    I popped his head into my mouth as if he were a cherry, a deep swallow pulled him into my throat, bulging it outwards, he kicked futilely as I tilted my head backwards, his stomach slipping past my jaws, my first stomach eagerly expanding. I turned around as his legs slid down my throat, settling in my stomach with a wet gulp. I slurped his tail up and sighed. I smacked my warm and full belly eliciting a hearty belch.


    “BURAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!” I watched the faint outlines of the cheetah as he pressed against my taut, round belly.


     “Finally worked that one down eh?” The gorilla asked. His stomach was swollen, like an extra large exercise ball. The hippo thrashing within. The ape’s jaws parted as he belched loudly.
   “This hippo’s a tough meal. But I’m sure it’s something a hot tub couldn’t help. It’s next door.” He belched again and grabbed a towel, he slung it across his belly, before walking out the door. I followed suit, joining the gorilla in the hallway. Wide eyed students gazed at our forms with a mixture of fear, awe, and a thin, scrawny, kid with an army backpack and thin square framed glasses looked at me with arousal. I paused, smacking my stomach and belching loudly in his face before smirking and continuing onwards. I felt my meal slipping downwards, into the second stomach, where he was soaked in a pre digestive fluid.
     The gorilla slipped off his clothing, carelessly tossing it around, before slipping into the prewarmed tub. His belly splashed loudly as he dropped into the tub. I followed suit, carefully folding my clothing, before submerging myself in the hot water. My belly pressed against the simian’s as I slid deeper inside. Our stomachs churned as the water bubbled. I could feel my meal slipping further, eliciting a series of belchs, my simian predator in crime, responding with a similar tirade.


     “BURAAAAAAP”


    “URAAAAAAAAAP”

   “BEEAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRP”


    We traded belches for about an hour until our meals softened up, becoming nothing more than a nutritious slop. A generous layer of fat lined the simian’s stomach, whereas my stomach retained its toned, taut, stomach.


   “You know, you could become a machine if you used all four of those stomachs, combined with a regular workout routine.” The gorilla asked.


    “Yeah yeah sure.” I responded, belching flatly.


   “No, I mean it. You just need some motivation, and,”  The ape grinned. “Some protein. We could even workout together.” He chuckled.


   “What’s your name?’ I asked.


   “I’m Damian.” The ape reached out a hand.


   “Nick.” I replied, taking his hand. “My friends call me chowhound.”