Life-Sized Contest (Patreon Commission for Cookiechip54)

TAGS: Vore/Vore Competition, Growth, Macro

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Everyone scoffed and looked down at him when he first took his spot at the table, but now that the contest was coming to an end and half of the contestants had already been knocked out, no one was laughing anymore; if anything, those stares they were giving him were fearful and apprehensive, because no one could really understand how an unassuming, lithe snep like himself could pack away so much food so quickly.

In all fairness to them, they couldn’t possibly have known the depths of Cookie’s ravenous, unending hunger, gnawing at his stomach in such a way that he felt like devouring literally anything he could shove into his mouth. His signing up for the eating contest hadn’t been done out of a desire to win a prize or show off, but to gain access to a veritable banquet of cheap, bountiful food (read: prey) that he could eat without having to actually work for; it was always such a bother when he had to take time out of his day to bring someone home in order to eat them, doubly so when they insisted on getting romantic first.

Surrounded on all sides by other furs of much bigger girth than his, the snep’s size belied just how easily he opened his maw wide and consumed the first bun they placed in front of him, a four-foot little thing who barely had time to whimper before Cookie devoured them. While everyone else was approaching the challenge methodically, employing strategies they had honed over several years of practice, Cookie was just indiscriminately shovelling every “volunteer” the organization brought in into his maw without concern for either their safety or his own; in fact, while others eschewed the use of sauces or condiments, preferring to keep things “natural”, the snep emptied entire bottles of seasoning purely for the flavour and caloric content. Despite this, and despite the sheer size disparity between him and everyone else, he refused to stand down when everyone expected him to be the first to fall; a dozen other people had given up and he was still going, still in the lead, and still so impossibly hungry.

He barely noticed when the end of the competition was announced, courtesy of the last two other contestants officially giving up after noticing that the snep was three prey ahead of them and showing no signs of even slowing down. While the announcer excitedly informed the crowd that the fair had a brand new champion, Cookie was busying himself rubbing his swollen, round gut, thinking to himself that it felt… empty. That even though he had just eaten about twenty or so prey, that still hadn’t been enough to satisfy that intense need to stuff himself.

His tongue lolled out of his mouth, drool was dripping down onto the table and ground, his eyes were narrowed and his vision was tunnelling; despite having delighted himself with so many smaller furs that he was practically unable to walk from how enormous his belly had gotten, Cookie was still hungry, and perhaps more importantly, he was hungrier than he had been before the contest started. It was as if the monstrous void inside of his stomach had only grown with each mouthful that it was fed, growing unsustainably until there was only one solution for it: the snep needed something more substantial.

The solution to his problem came when the host grabbed his arm to hold it up in a celebratory gesture, something for the crowd to applaud at. What the other cat didn’t know was that, by touching Cookie, he had put himself in just the right place for the snow leopard to react in the only way he really could at that point: with a twist of the wrist, the snep grabbed onto the presenter’s own hand, and with a motion so quick that no one realized it had even happened until seconds later, swallowed everything up to their elbow. From there it was simple enough to bring his hands over their head and push the larger man in deeper, straight down his throat and into his rumbling stomach. The snep had barely gotten half of the host’s body into his own before the crowd reacted, some with panic, others with amazement, and a select few with unabashed arousal; as for Cookie himself, he had only one thought in his mind: it wasn’t enough.

Yes, it was a heavier meal, yes, it was far more substantial and filling than the small rabbit gals they found to act as volunteers; it didn’t really matter that they were all in the late twenties, one could only really get so much meat out of a species that barely ever grew over four-and-a-half feet in height. Now, that doberman with the microphone and an annoyingly loud voice, standing at over six feet in height and packing enough muscle to be able to bench press several times his weight? That should’ve been a proper meal, and indeed, were it anyone else there eating the guy, it probably would’ve been… but not for Cookie. Not for the endless eating machine that was the snep, whose one thought once he was done swallowing his biggest meal yet was that he really, really needed seconds, thirds and then a few tenths more.

Luckily for him, there was a whole plethora of snacks just waiting for him to delight himself with just a couple of yards away: the contestants themselves: though most of them had given up far before the number of prey that Cookie had scarfed down, it was customary to allow them a period of rest in order to digest what they did eat. While normally this meant giving their bodies time to “settle”, in this case it gave the ravenous snep exactly what he needed to sate his hunger… or at least try to, since even he was doubtful it would be enough. Moving was already difficult as it was, what with him having to drag around a gut carrying several times his body weight in consumed prey, the sounds of sloshing, churning fluids coming from inside it making it difficult for him to focus on anything else; he didn’t really hear the pleas of mercy, nor the panicked cries of those who weren’t ready to have the tables turned on them, nor did he have the mental capacity to care that much about them even if he had. To him, the other contestants were tasty morsels laid out in a line for him to start at one end and stop at the other… and that’s exactly what he did.

It was hard to swallow them, considering how massive most of them were; either so fat that doors were an issue or big and muscular enough that they’d probably be able to bend steel, the one common thread was that it was difficult enough to pick them up even if they weren’t actively resisting. Unfortunately for all of them, Cookie was significantly stronger than his normally thin frame would suggest, and though they might try and momentarily succeed at holding back the inevitable, that was all they could really do: delay it. Stopping it wasn’t an option, not when the snep had made up his mind to scarf down each and every last one of them, and despite him clearly having trouble gulping all of that mass down, and his belly growing outwards so much that he should be immobilized by it, Cookie seemingly got faster the more he ate.

It defied explanation just how quickly he went down the line, his jaw seemingly unhinging with zero difficulty whatsoever, perfectly capable of swallowing even the biggest of the contestants without showing any signs of wearing out or forcing Cookie to stop. Little did anyone there know that the more he consumed, the more he supposedly sated this impossibly deep hunger that he felt, the more it deepened and clawed at him; the snep reached a point where he wanted to whimper whenever he was swallowing someone, because no matter how hard he tried, no matter how big his meal, every mouthful that he pushed down his throat just made him feel emptier. So, obviously, the only thing he could do was keep going and hope for the best.

The remaining competitors were very quickly taken care of. While others might savour their meals, Cookie just wanted them safely packed into his belly as soon as he could, bloating himself out with those predators-turned-prey until he should, by all means, be unable to walk. His colossal belly was slung out in front of him, rumbling and churning with its still-living, writhing contents, the sounds of sloshing becoming stronger with each person he threw in there; soon enough, the acids would begin their work and all of that mass would be transferred over to him, though in what way he didn’t really know. Frankly, he didn’t even care, as the only thing he had left in his mind to motivate him was making that gut more distended and stuffed with… surprisingly eager snacks, once he came to think about it.

While Cookie was busying himself with his former competition, most of the people in the audience had wisely decided to start running away before they were next on the meal plan; having seen just what the snow leopard was capable of, they correctly deduced that they’d stand no chance against him, because if he could blitz towards someone twice as tall as them and wrestle them into his maw despite being more belly than snep, then what hope did they have to survive? A few, however, had taken the exact opposite approach, since after all, they were there to watch a vore contest, and weren’t really shy about enjoying it; it was a matter of probability really, that at least a small portion of those attending would have prey fantasies themselves, and now that they were given such an overwhelmingly powerful predator to throw themselves at, their instincts began to kick in. Thus, as soon as Cookie was done taking care of the former contestants and began to turn towards the audience, by that point clearly struggling to move his absolutely gigantic, swollen stomach from side to side, he realized that he wouldn’t have to put in any effort whatsoever to chase after more snacks.

They would just come to him instead.

A whole line of prey of varying shapes and sizes had formed in front of him, all them begging to be the next one to be devoured, some even trying to cut through to be chosen first. For the snep, the sudden and inexplicable surge of volunteers was difficult to understand at first, but as soon as he heard his stomach growl and demand more sustenance, he chose not to question it; better to fill himself up and worry about the consequences later. Besides, this meant he could sit his ass down on the stage, open his mouth and let everyone else do the work, giving him some much needed time to rest.

Time that quickly began to elongate and warp as the queue of eager prey seemed positively endless. Every time Cookie opened his eyes he could swear it was just getting longer, no matter how many of them he consumed, and that he could even see the line at all after having eaten so many of them that his gut was making the wooden boards creak from the weight was nothing short of miraculous. Big and small, tall and short, fat and lanky, they all climbed onto him in their rush to be the snep’s next big meal, and all Cookie had to do was give them a small push just to make sure they didn’t get stuck midway down his throat. By the end, after what felt like hours, he was left holding a gut so swollen that he could see nothing else.

His ears were filled by the low, churning sloshes of the acids inside of his stomach breaking his meals down. By that point, there were just so many of them in there that the volunteers outnumbered the ones he’d taken without asking, but the wriggling had only gotten worse; he couldn’t help but smile as he realized the reason for this, chuckling at the sheer depravity of all those little snacks enjoying their last moments as they were slowly turned into extra mass for their predator’s body… mass that began to settle all throughout his body in about the same rate as it was broken down and absorbed.

Cookie had never had the opportunity to indulge himself that hard, so he lacked the kind of perspective needed to really know what would even happen to him at all. He had no clue what all that food would do, hence why he was incredibly surprised when he saw his eyesight begin to rise towards the top of his belly’s curvature; he wasn’t merely shrinking his stomach down as he gradually went through his meals, he was growing, and at quite the fast pace as well judging from the way his field of view was changing. Within a few short minutes of having eaten his last snack, the top of his head was already bumping against the top of the stage, and a couple minutes more he was hunching over just to avoid breaking through it, all while his feet had spilled over from the edge and plowed through the first few lines of chairs. By that point, there was no one there to watch, though there were still plenty of onlookers off in the distance trying to figure out just what in blazes was going on… a question that would be answered as soon as the snow leopard’s belly shrunk by a couple of extra feet, and the mass infusion gave him enough of a boost to have him break free of the metallic structure surrounding him!

Bits and pieces of bent steel flew in every direction, Cookie’s head emerging from the wreckage as he let loose a yowl-cum-roar of utmost bliss and satisfaction, his whole body collapsing backwards and causing a small seismic tremor from how absolutely enormous it was. Ten feet had been easily cleared, then twenty and approaching on thirty as that gigantic belly of his carried on flattening out as it went through the immense backlog of prey he still had in there. His paws dug deep grooves into the ground as his feet were pushed outwards, his back and head doing the same as more and more size was poured into his frame, everyone who was still looking at him from afar deciding it’d be a great idea at that time to turn around, start running, and then not stop until they were several miles away.

And they’d need it. Because, even after his stomach was emptied, even after his gut returned to normal, even after he was so gigantic that he could easily stomp the entire contest site flat with a single paw, Cookie still wasn’t satisfied. He was still hungry.

And he was going to do something about that.