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Dolphin pudge maintenance
(soft vore, digestion)
Yauhas has always been proud of his luxuriously thick layer of blubber but that kind of paunch took a lot of maintenance work for a dolphin with an active lifestyle to maintain. Luckily the ocean was essentially an inhabitable buffet for a dolphin like him with an exceedingly elastic digestive tract and a sonar strong enough to impress a sperm whale and -far more practically- stun most prey. A lot of fellow dolphins and the odd shark have been promoted to belly fat after learning these things about Yauhas, especially if they made fun of the little sea stars he wore on his head as his decor of choice. But when he woke up this morning and set out to carve a new dent in the food web it was not for vengeance, it was merely to maintain his rotund look and the joy of feeling properly well fed.

With three stomachs to fill, Yauhas was amused when the first thing he saw was a trio of octopuses. They were probably hunting themselves since they were not usually swimming above the ground but now he was going to get his day started with those. They never suspected or saw him until he grabbed the middle one from behind, biting down on the squishy thing’s head. Ink started to shroud him in darkness as he hummed to himself happily and quickly swallowed his meal down. With how soft it was, the suction of his feeding turned the whole critter into a tentacly tube which effortlessly glided into Yauhas’ pudgy belly without any hint of it ever existing besides a cloud of ink with a hungry dolphin emerging from it.
With the one squishy snack lubricating his rough walled forestomach for more, Yauhas charged the next one, picking the left one to fall prey to him next. The duo dispersed and still he had an easy time resuming his meal. He grabbed number two just before it could hide under some rock and then slurped it down just like the first. Bitter ink coated his tongue a little but it was no issue and in the end the second octopus was dumped on top of the first.
“Now where is your little friend?” he asked loudly and turned around. Using his sonar he soon found a “rock” that was definitely not hard or solid. He circled around it, pretending to not know where his third course was hiding, giving the prey a chance to look at his slightly fat belly that still was lacking a prey induced bulge. His forestomach was already grinding down on the helpless prey, while acids flowing in through a valve leading to the main stomach aided in the early stages of digestion.
“Maybe under this rock here?” he mused and pressed his rostrum right into the octopus.
His startled prey panicked and tried to grab around his head with all eight tentacles but in the end they were just some prickly spaghetty sliding down his bulging throat before he concluded the first course and swam up for a breath of fresh air. Turning his head, Yauhas saw that his midsection was showing the healthy dent of a very busy foregut, but he was far from done. He would continue until his belly and the local food chain had a more noticeable distortion.

Yauhas started to look for more immediately, swimming over the local reef eagerly, but most of the delectable and right sized morsels have fled or went into better hiding spots. As his tail propelled him elegantly from A to B, the contractions of his muscles kneaded the soft prey in his rough, creatine lined forestomach, resulting in their swift abrasion. With warm blood and a fast metabolism, the dolphin’s stomach acids which had spilled from his second stomach to the first to meet its occupants were working eerily fast. Soon enough the first octopus was… ground into shape, but not like a gem, more like a tenderised mass of nutritious flesh suitable for transfer to the heated acid pool that was Yauhas’ main stomach. He paused, giggling to himself as he felt the small stretch and tenseness inside his midsection as the partially digested first octopus was leading the pack, right into the even hotter, slimy second stomach, where powerful hydrochloric acid and digestive enzymes drooled from the walls in thick streams, eager to promote the trio of octopuses to liquid dolphin fuel.

After some time of looking around and reducing the ingested octopuses into a patchy stew spread across the first two of his stomachs, Yauhas finally found something worth eating. A clueless turtle passed him on the way to the surface, thinking nothing of the large bottlenose dolphin, a mistake that got so many larger reef denizens digested in the past. The dolphin followed the turtle, allowed it to get its air, so the ensuing squirms would last a little longer and then swam right underneath it, grabbing the tasty prey by one of its flippers.
“Hello, my name is Yauhas, you are on my menu. Prepare to get gurgled.” he chuckled as he proceeded to work the cumbersome prey into his maw. The turtle was about as wide as his head, but while that was no issue for his throat, his cetacean jaws became a big limitation here. Over several minutes he swam around, turtle in maw and shifted it around until he finally managed to rotate it so that its left side was sat on his tongue and its right side on his palette.
“There we go, nice and easy now.” he hummed as his tongue worked the trapped and panicking turtle into the dark, warm and pulsating abyss of his eager throat. Following the well trodden path of countless other meals, the turtle became a fairly noticeable bulge as it disappeared from the ocean and became dolphin food. While hard to devour and almost as hard to digest, Yauhas was a fan of these creatures. They worked like millstones in his forestomach, helping him break down other tough prey and simply getting digested eventually for their trouble. In his mind though, it was always a promotion for these comparatively sluggish things to be elevated to a temporary layer of his blubber through digestion. The turtle disagreed. The turtle was not asked its opinion however.
With a deeply satisfying gulp Yauhas managed to finally plunge the stubborn, impotently flipper flapping creature into his forestomach, where it got coated by half digested octopus and mushy stomach juices already saturated with his previous meal. His belly rounded out significantly as the hefty thing arrived and Yauhas could feel it bouncing around with every undulation of his strong tail.
“Mhhh now to find something to pound with your shell, Mr. Turtle.” he whistled joyfully as his stomachs worked hard on breaking down the new arrival. His forestomach walls were not performing their best right now since they were slick from the mulched octopuses but at least his main stomach was working hard on providing as much acids as his already large meal could possibly need.

As the day started to drift past noon, the gentle flapping of the turtle in his gut was eventually replaced with the occasional cracks and snaps of its eroding shell breaking into smaller, more useful pieces. Yauhas stomachs were a mess now. After going through some enzymatic pre treatment in his pyloric stomach, the octopuses and most of the turtle were already busy being turned into blubber and dolphin poop as they flowed through his winding guts while the tougher bits of snack two were taking a bath in his swollen main stomach. Already the dolphin felt the blubber on his soft flanks replenishing, which meant that his forestomach had room for more.
Luckily the reef always provided when he was on one of his quests for roundness and this time he hit the jackpot.
With his keen eyes he spotted a thin flexible brown tail sticking out from under a rock. Having eaten a decent number of them, Yauhas knew it belonged to a nurse shark. One of the species of shark that tended to sleep during the day and just sitting in hiding.
“Wakey wakey!” he giggled as he grabbed the shark’s tail in his jaws and pulled it out from under the rock.
The shark was more than half his length but Yauhas was vastly more bulky and stronger and not busy scrambling his consciousness while being eaten alive. That last one was his main advantage here. As the shark figured out it had to struggle and fight to survive, Yauhas’ greedy throat was already halfway up its tail and had neatly folded down its second pectoral fin. The dolphin was proud and happy with his ambush. Usually these sharks would bend extremely tightly and manage to deliver a few painful bites before being consumed all the same. This one was going down the easy way through. The rough micro teeth making up the shark’s skin were leaving millions of tiny scrape marks all over his tongue and throat, but Yauhas knew that his kreatine lines forestomach was going to scratch up his snack a lot worse. Excitedly he swallowed faster, impatiently sucking the squirming elasmobranch deeper into his hot, groaning belly, eager to see just how much blubber the fat rich shark was going to endow his belly with, once properly digested. With a few more powerful gulps the shark’s terrified face slipped off the back of Yauhas’ tongue and his pink throat closed in front of it like the drapes in a theatre. One more point for team dolphin, Yauhas thought.
His forestomach was getting stuffed to capacity as the big nurse shark was forced to roll up inside of it. By now the excess acids from his main stomach had licked off all the mushy octopus remains in there, safe for their pointy beaks, allowing the shark to feel the full force of the digestive organ before it drowned soon after. The turtle shell splinters were also helping Yauhas in breaking down his latest and most impressive meal, affording the dolphin a whole afternoon and evening of peacefully playing with sea plants and puffer fish as the noisy bulge in his midsection slowly softened and changed shape as the mass of liquefied prey moved through the various stations of his gastric tract and became yet another layer of pudge on him, leaving Yauhas properly rounded by the end of the day.
“See you tomorrow.” he said to his hunting grounds before ending his day. He wondered what was going to visit his belly tomorrow.