Bellying Bouncer

The Wild Springs nightclub. Late at night, after so many other establishments close, it becomes a hub of social activity in the city. It attracts all sorts of people all night long, for better or worse. With that sort of activity, a certain security is required. And while a few held that position, the one you’d be most likely to remember was Prynce. Not just because he was a handsome and muscular eagle with a distinct gut that you had to talk to on your way in, but because of his rather… unique enforcement methods.

Prynce considered himself pretty good at his job. Not in a cocky way, just that he was always pretty good at maintaining a healthy club atmosphere, turning away disruptive folks, and preventing repeat incidents. Sunglasses and a sizable physique was the first step in that, giving him a rather ‘hard’ appearance that dissuades people from getting too rowdy to begin with. Unfortunately, alcohol and being even bigger had a way of tricking people into believing they could resist him.

On this particular night, he started off working the front. Not the most exciting business and arguably not where he’s best utilized, but a necessary duty. For a few hours, he was warding off already drunk people, fake IDs, and some other hooligans. Nothing too out of the ordinary. Everyone who wasn’t one of those were allowed in Wild Springs, and as the night carried on the club got ever busier.

One group of patrons that caught his attention as they entered featured a bear about as big as he was. The bear was accompanied by a couple hyenas and a shy-looking duck. Their IDs were all legit and no one seemed drunk, the group dynamic just felt odd to him. The duck was easily the odd one out, short and quiet while the other three carried on a raucous conversation. When he handed back the last ID, he said “Have a good time,” as per usual. The bear laughed as they entered and said, “Yeah, gonna have a sweet old time!” The hyenas started laughing like that was the funniest line in the world while the duck laughed with less understanding. Prynce stared at them over his sunglasses as they walked on by, wondering if he should’ve kept them out. But it was just a feeling.

Some time later, he finally got shifted to working the floor as the club grew busy. With so many people, his unique skills would definitely be a help in removing any problematic patrons. He stood in a corner that provided an optimal view of the entire club, given his ability to see over most of the people there. It was also positioned close to the bar, which allowed him to judge just how much certain people were drinking. He noted the bear was positioned in a different corner at a table with the rest of his group. They were still talking and laughing just as they had at the door, though in here it was completely drowned out by everyone else doing the same, not to mention music playing.

Prynce maintained his tough look in the corner, though he ended up holding something of a funny conversation with the bartender. He didn’t allow himself to go much further than cracking a smile as he had to keep up appearances, but it added some much-desired lightness to his job. Unfortunately, the conversation was cut short when he heard a glass shatter nearby. He quickly walked over to the source of the noise and found a pissed (both in anger and alcohol) wolf who had apparently dropped his glass when he walked into a lizard who was standing still talking to a friend. The wolf slurred, “You b-bastard, who’s gonna pay for my drink?”

The lizard was trying to defuse the situation, albeit unsuccessfully. “Look dude, why don’t you just go home? You’re not gonna like it when- Oh, uh, hey.” He stopped talking as Prynce arrived on the scene. The wolf stopped too, turning to look at the big eagle that towered over both of them.

With a deep, authoritative tone Prynce said to the less together patron, “Hey man. I’m going to have to escort you out of here.”

The wolf took a moment to process what was being said and then his expression returned to anger. “F-Fuck you. I’m a paying customer, I-”

“Sorry, but we can’t have you threatening other paying customers. Now, if you’ll walk with me-”

“I deserve… a REFUND!” As he said that last word, he pathetically swung his arm at Prynce. However the punch was easily caught and the wolf suddenly sobered up a bit as he realized he had gotten in over his head.

Prynce let go of the wolf’s fist and firmly grabbed them on both arms. He cracked a smile and said, “Looks like you’re going in the tank.” The drunkard couldn’t even formulate a response as he watched the eagle’s beak part wide and he plunged in. The lizard and some other patrons watched in astonishment as the wolf was quickly gulped down, wriggling bulges disappearing into his gut. The wolf didn’t even make a dent, though the occasional movement could be seen under his shirt. He belched softly and then turned towards the other patron. “Sorry for the disturbance, sir.”

The lizard was shocked but automatically responded, “No problem.” Then he glanced down at the bouncer’s stomach and back up. “Is uh… is he going to be okay?”

Smiling he said, “Yeah. Though maybe not if he pulls something like that again… Have a nice night.”

Prynce walked away, back out the front. Some customers stopped as they noticed the eagle’s belly moving about, though he walked past all of them until he was near an alley on the side of the nightclub. He braced himself and heaved, horking back up the wolf onto the pavement. The wolf looked considerably more alert now, frightened and covered from head to toe in saliva. He realized quickly where he was and that the eagle was still towering over him. “Now, did we learn our lesson about what happens if you cause problems inside Wild Springs?” He stared blankly. “You end up inside me. Got it?” He nodded quickly, coming to an understanding. “Now go on home, because if I have to do that to you again, you might not come out next time.” He nodded once more, scrambling to his feet and hurrying away.

After the wolf left, he sighed. His stomach grumbled, annoyed at being used for that. While it felt good in the moment, getting food and then losing food always had a way of making him feel extra hungry. He patted his paunch and said, “Yeah yeah, I’ll get something from the bar.” He head back inside towards his spot near the bar. “Hey Lex, mind getting me some fish sticks? I could use a snack.” The bartender nodded and passed on the order to someone else in the kitchen. Prynce folded his arms again, gazing across the crowd. Some 30 minutes went by without incident and finally his food was ready.

Unfortunately, right as he turned towards the plate, he spotted something strange. He happened to glance across the floor and see a pair of hindpaws sticking up into the air. He stopped to watch for a moment more, at which point they slid down beneath everyone’s heads. Was someone doing a handstand on a table over there? Whatever the case was, it deserved his attention. He sighed, leaving the plate uneaten and his stomach unsatisfied as he went to do his job. There was a crowd of people watching and chattering amongst themselves, blocking the path. With a couple of firm “excuse me”s and some shoving, he parted the crowd just in time to hear a loud BWOOORP.

The source of the belch was a large brown bear, the one Prynce remembered being suspicious of at the door. He hit his chest with his fist a couple of times and said, “Whew! That one was a doozy, right fellas?” The hyenas from earlier were cracking up and nearly doubling over with laughter. The duck was nowhere to be seen. The eagle cleared his throat, making his presence known. “Is there anything the matter over here?”

The hyenas snickered while the bear smirked and said, “No sir. Just having some of this establishment’s nice food, y’know?”

Prynce noted the lack of plates as well as the hyenas’ return to cracking up. “Is that so,” he said flatly. He looked to each side, noting patrons in various states of confusion, amusement, fear, etc.

“Yup!” He burped before continuing, “It’s been real filling.” He grinned and patted his gut for emphasis, which was visibly pressing against the table.

He was starting to piece together the situation himself, but a small cat patron that had appeared next to him suddenly blurted out, “He ate my boyfriend!”

The bear’s expression hardened up as he swapped focus to the snitch. “You wanna join him, kitty?”

Prynce extended his arm in front of the cat, cutting off eye contact between them. “I don’t know who you think you are, but you can’t just go around eating other patrons.”

Despite Prynce’s size, the bear relaxed. “Listen man, they all asked for it. They just couldn’t resist filling me up!”

“I sincerely doubt that. Even if all of them did, we still don’t permit it on the premises. I’m going to have to ask you to spit them out. And then you’ll be escorted out of the club.” Prynce started mentally preparing for a fight. It seemed like everyone else was too, considering the hyena compatriots had grown silent.

Finally, the bear stood up. It was very clearly obvious to anyone what he’d done. The bear’s belly bulged everywhere, a number of other patrons indistinctly pressing against his stomach’s walls and squirming about. He walked away from the table and over to the bouncer until their guts were pressing up against each other. They were about the same height, although the bear had a lot more mass at the moment. “Oh really? And what’s big bird gonna do if I don’t?”

Prynce simply took off his sunglasses, folding the arms and hanging them off his shirt. “I would prefer not to get violent with you, sir.”

“And I think I’d prefer to have some chicken!” As he finished his sentence, he opened his maw wide and dove towards Prynce. Moving quickly, he was able to catch the bear with both hands before the muzzle reached over his own head. He pushed the bear aside, catching him off guard. He wiped some slobber off his mouth before saying,”Nice job, birdie. I’ll just eat you up after I beat you,” and swinging with a right hook. Prynce heard the hyenas start cheering on their friend as well as taunting him as he dodged it.

It was always tricky, fighting another predator without hurting their prey. Fortunately it didn’t come up often, though it left him a little unfamiliar with how to respond. For now, he simply continued to evade. It helped that the crowd had given them some space as soon as the bear started swinging. He noted that his opponent was getting tired a lot faster than he might expect for someone of his size, probably on account of the number of people struggling inside him. He was definitely slower. After one particularly long punch, Prynce noted how off-balanced the bear was. He seized the opportunity, moving forward so that his own gut overlapped the bear’s bigger one. Then before there could be a reaction, he swept his foot under the bear’s. Immediately, the bear started to flail as he was no longer in control of his heavily offset center of balance. Prynce sidestepped him as he fell forward, landing with his ass in the air.

Prynce took a second to breathe before quickly positioning himself over the bear, gut against his back and hand on his head. “Now I’ll ask you again… Spit those people out.” The bear moaned, though he wasn’t sure if it was a response or just dizziness. “If you don’t spit them out, I’ll be forced to–” He suddenly felt the bear beneath him shift, then he bulged his cheeks out as some sickness hit him. Finally, a cat’s head emerged from his maw. The eagle eased off the bear as they came up, all the preyed-upon patrons one-by-one being rejected from his stomach. First a cat, then a fox, a rabbit, and finally, the duck that he originally saw with the group. They all seemed about as dizzy as the bear himself after the way that fight ended.

“Everyone okay? Sorry for the roughhousing,” he said with a rare soft smile. The four patrons started to slowly come to their feet, all drenched in saliva and other juices. Most of them seemed otherwise alright, though the duck’s clothes were ragged in some areas. He looked around anxiously as he got off the ground, down towards the bear, back at the hyenas, and to Prynce, before finally scrambling away into the crowd.

As the crowd dispersed, Prynce turned his attention back to the bear beneath him. He was still trying to recover from his thorough trouncing. Prynce’s stomach growled, still upset at having missed out on some food earlier. “I agree. Time to escort you off the premises,” he said, licking his lips. Normally he was more professional about this sort of thing, but this was different. There was something sweet about gulping down a would-be predator. He bent down and opened his beak wide, then pulled the dazed loser inside.

The remaining crowd ‘oohed’ and ‘ahhed’ as the bouncer began his unique problem resolution method. He gulped down slowly, taking some time to enjoy the taste of the bear. After sinking him a little deeper inside, he proceeded to stand back up, tilting his head towards the ceiling so that the bear’s bottom end was dangling in the air like he did to some poor patron earlier. At this point, the bear seemingly regained his energy and started to struggle some. Prynce quickly pulled his arms in so that all he could do was flail pathetically in his gullet.

From there the only direction to go was down. Down, down, down to the belly of the eagle. Keeping an eye on his surroundings since he was somewhat vulnerable while doing this, he noted the hyenas weren’t moving from their seats. It seemed they’d grown quiet ever since the tables turned on their larger friend. Making eye contact, he put his powerful muscles to work by sucking down the entire rest of the bear in one huge GLULK.

The rest of the bear visibly sank beneath the eagle’s chest and then reappeared as a large distended gut, half under Prynce’s shirt and the other half hanging out underneath. Compared to his normally tight muscular gut, this lumpy one sagged in front of his legs. It felt very filling to Prynce however, who celebrated the feat with a buuurp aimed at his remaining friends. Then with a more serious look he told them, “You’re not welcome in the nightclub anymore. Leave. Now.” He patted his belly for emphasis, “Or you’ll be joining him.”

The two scurried away without a peep and at this point the crowd began to disperse too. The bear inside finally started to speak up, albeit muffled. He didn’t sound very happy. Smacking a lump back in, Prynce said “You try to eat patrons, you get eaten. Seems fair to me.” More complaining. “Normally when I put people in the tank I let them out pretty soon... But I think I might hold onto you ‘til my shift’s over.” There was a quieter, more afraid-sounding muffle. “We’ll decide then what I’ll do with you. Behave in the meantime.”

He proudly walked back across the club, showing off his wriggly gut as a warning for any other would-be ruffians. Taking back up his spot at the corner by the bar, it seemed like his plate vanished. Fortunately, he had quite the meal in his belly. As the night dragged on, the one in his gut stayed quietly still, hoping to get out. Unfortunately for him, he could feel the stomach getting tighter, wetter, and himself... softer?

He struggled with renewed strength as he noticed himself melting down inside the eagle belly. That earned another smack from outside as Prynce said, “I told you, behave! I’m still on the clock. Not my fault you can dish it out but not take it, heh.” The bear yelled a complaint through a gurgly surrounding. “You were going to digest those other people, I think this is only fair. Not to mention you made me miss out on some other food. Buooorp. Excuse me. I guess you’ll be my dinner tonight!”

The predator-turned-prey struggled some more, but he was quickly turning to soup. He was no match for the eagle’s gut. By the end of the night, Prynce’s belly had turned back into something soft and round, albeit larger than it was in the beginning. As he began to walk home after his shift, he noted the hyenas were still waiting outside that entire time. They stared in shock when they saw him walking with a smaller belly sloshing from side to side. Prynce laughed to himself, then jiggled his new addition a bit. “Guess they weren’t expecting such a big bear to become eagle food, huh?”

Eventually he got home and crawled into bed. Other times he might stay up until later, but today he wanted to sleep off his work. Not that he wanted more trouble-makers like his earlier meal, but there was always something enjoyable about people like that becoming a more permanent addition. He always liked getting free food. Better fat on his belly than a problem at the club.