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"C'mon Calvin! Hurry up! Practice is about to start! They want us to be set up to broadcast as soon as they begin!" said Mark, one of a group of four hurrying through the bowels of the stadium.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" shouted the bobcat lagging behind the group.

It wasn't often the A/V club was asked to record practice sessions for the football team, but when they were, it wasn't wise to be late. There was something of history the team had dealing with students like them. As they raced through the corridors of the stadium, trying to make their way to the A/V booth, they were stopped by a loud, angry voice.

"Hey! Nerd!" bellowed a large, striped feline.

The whole group skidded to a halt as soon as the booming voice reached their ears. They had been caught. And it didn't look good for any of them.

"We're just on our way up! We got held up by the bus! It shouldn't take us but a couple of minutes to get ready and start recording!" replied Mark, his voice trembling as he looked down the hall to see a large, thick, heavyset tiger.

"I don't care about getting filmed!" the big feline growled, then leveled a finger at the bobcat bringing up the rear of the group, "You! Nerd! I got words for you!"

"Y-y-y-you do?" Calvin swallowed nervously as he cowered before the tiger.

"Yeah! The rest'a you can take off! I'm only interested in 'Scrawny' here!" the defensive tackle shouted.

That was all that needed to be said. Mark shot Calvin a desperate 'I'm sorry' look before turning and running, along with the other two. The short, spotted feline knew what awaited the other three if they tried to stay and help him. As it was, they were already running the risk with how late they were. The bobcat turned back to look up at the towering mountain of muscle and chub staring him down. A good portion of that large, round stomach was already exposed, thanks to the tiger's undershirt being a size too small for him.

"So... um... Hi Lucas. W-w-what can I d-d-d-do for you?" the frightened cat asked.

"Not here. I'd prefer to take this somewhere private." the tiger grinned, showing off his rather pristine--and rather sharp--teeth.

A large, powerful paw wrapped itself around the base of Calvin's neck, grabbing him by the scruff to drag him along. The pair found their way downward, deeper into the stadium. After a good five minutes, most of it spent with the bobcat in complete silence for fear he might upset the big tiger, they arrived in the locker room. The rest of the team was there, finishing getting ready for the day's practice session.

"Oh god. This again, Lucas?" moaned the quarterback.

"Hey! This nerd owes me! I intend to collect! If you got a problem with it, then you can come see me after I'm done with him! Everyone finish gettin' ready and get out! I wanna talk to this little twerp in private!" the striped cat shot back.

The quarterback sighed and rolled his eyes, fastening his pads in place before grabbing his helmet.

"Just don't take too long with your 'boyfriend'," the lion added a bit of sarcasm to the word, then looked to the rest of the team, "Unless you perverts wanna sit and watch the show, finish up and get out on the field. Lucas, you and me, we're having words later."

One by one, the rest of the team finished getting ready and filed out, leaving the two felines alone to talk. The tiger dropped the bobcat onto one of the benches and leaned back against the lockers behind him. He crossed his thick arms across his chest, muscles bulging as he flexed them to intimidate the smaller feline further.

"I got my last assignment back. The professor was impressed. He says if he didn't know any better, he'd think I was getting someone to do my homework for me!" Lucas growled.

"Th-th-th-that's good, though, right!? It means you're getting better grades!" Calvin offered, hoping it might ease the big fellow's anger.

"I can't have him thinking I'm making someone else do my work for me. If he gets that idea into his head, he's gonna start gettin' nosy, sniffin' around where he shouldn't! I could lose my scholarship! And then I'm out! You'd probably like that to happen, wouldn't' you!?" the tiger swung a fist to slam it into the lockers behind him.

The act made the bobcat jump with a terrible start.

"N-n-n-no! I don't w-w-w-want anyone to get k-k-k-kicked out! I just... I dunno w-w-w-what you want me to do about it!" Calvin stammered.

"Well we gotta fix this, and I think I know how I'd like ta go about it." Lucas said as his lips pulled into a vicious grin.

Calvin swallowed noisily as the tiger descended upon him, thick fingers dragging his clothes off of him. His shirt and pants took no time at all to cast off, but his pale blue bowtie was left in place. It amused the striped fellow to leave it in place, making sure his captive still looked like a proper nerd. Before Calvin could complain or protest in any fashion, his face was pressed in against the tiger's crotch. A heavy bulge pushed out from between Lucas' thighs, promising to be a mighty beast when uncovered.

"Lucas, I... I don't... I don't think this is a good idea!" the bobcat tried to call out, muffled by the fabric of the bigger cat's pants and the exceptionally warm swell of the monster waiting to be freed.

"Oh I think it's a great idea. Now be a good little nerd and unwrap your present," Lucas growled low in his throat, still pressing his broad paw against the back of the bobcat's head, "You don't want me to think of something else to fix this, do you?"

A pair of smaller paws crept their way up, beginning to work on untying the knot holding the drawstring of the tiger's shorts in place. Calvin wasn't about to delay what he was commanded to do, but he was going to say something about it.

"This won't fix the issue with your professor! Think about it! Just... let me tutor you a little more! Maybe I can think of something you can tell him so he won't suspect!" the bobcat said desperately, trying to think of a way out of his current predicament.

"No, it won't fix things with the professor. But it'll feel really good. At least for me." the tiger's grin widened.

There was no getting out of this. Calvin could guess that much. He continued working on the drawstring until the knot was undone. The elastic hugging tight against the striped cat's waist was tugged on to loosen and the gold-hued short were pulled down, but only just so far to expose the second layer of protection. What lay underneath made the bobcat blink.

Lucas had opted to wear a pair of underwear that might not be expected of someone of his stature and station. He looked like one might expect him to be clad in a pair of boxers or ordinary briefs. Instead he was wearing what looked like it could pace for a pair of lacey panties meant for a lady. Except they were clearly designed to accommodate a bulge of his magnitude. They were black with regions of sheer pink showing the fur covering his generous sac underneath. Calvin leaned back to look up over the mountain of a gut that had been resting just on top of his head.

"Really? Lingerie?" the bobcat asked.

"Yeah, and if you tell anyone about it, I'll eat you alive." Lucas shot back with a glare, his voice telling just how serious he was about the threat.

"I mean, it's just... kind of unexpected. They look nice." Calvin said.

He was trying a new tactic, hoping to appeal to the big guy's sense of fashion. In as much as he could, given he knew so little about it.

"Sh-shut up!" Lucas growled, his cheeks showing a hint of a blush.

He mashed on the back of the bobcat's head, pushing his face in against his groin again. After a few minutes of muffled squirming from the smaller cat--and the larger cat relishing it tremendously--he released the poor intellectually inclined fellow. He growled and rolled his hips forward, bumping his impressive but still confined package against Calvin's face. The bobcat knew what his captor wanted of him and began gently tugging on the waistband of the frilly garment.

Out spilled the tiger's manhood. It was large enough that it dwarfed one of the smaller cat's forearms. And it was beginning to stiffen rather quickly. The two orbs that came with it remained trapped in the silky-soft prison only just discovered. Calvin sighed and began running his paws along the heated flesh as it grew before his eyes. He knew what it was going to be used for, and there was no stopping it. Not after being freed. It would only get locked back away after being sated.

"That's a good little nerd. You know what you have to do. Now turn around and bend over." Lucas said smoothly, his growl constant in his throat and chest.

"Isn't there something else we can-"

"No! Bend over! Do it or I'll stuff you in my shorts and make you ride me all practice!" the tiger snapped, then leaned down and lowered his voice, "Or maybe you'd like that... maybe you wanna be my 'athletic supporter'."

Calvin gulped again, a strong shudder running up his spine at the thought of being trapped under that huge gut while the big hulk ran around, knocking other giants over, working up a heavy sweat and soaking him with it and the clear ooze already drooling from his mammoth member. Without a word, the bobcat did as he was told. He turned around and leaned forward, resting his hands against the lockers in front of him. There wasn't much he could do to brace for what was coming, but he tried his best to relax. Staying tense would only make it hurt.

Satisfied with the shorter cat's compliance, the tiger stepped forward, mashing his weighty stomach against the spotted feline's back. A very large, very warm presence made itself known against the shorter boy's rump. Calvin began to pant, his chest heaving as he tried to steady his nerves. The blunt, rounded head of the defensive tackle's spire pressed against him, growing more insistent as Lucas stepped forward. With a soft pop, and a loud yelp from the bobcat, the tiger was in. It had forced the short, skinny boy's cheeks apart, as well as the tight ring just under his tail to yawn around it. Calvin tried his best not to fidget or squirm, but he could not help himself.

Little by little, the grand mast was worked into the small cat's bowels. He cried out as his toes splayed apart. Soon, he found his paws lifted off the ground as he was shoved strongly into the lockers. That shove sank the tiger's length into him right to the hilt. It stole Calvin's breath away. Lucas meanwhile was just purring deeply in satisfaction. He slipped one of his large paws around to press against the bobcat's stomach. To his amusement, he could feel a long, smooth bulge pushing out from the shorter boy's abdomen. He was so large he was stretching the bobcat's tummy into a visible swell.

"Mmm, oh yeah, you fit on there real good. Better than any girl I can remember. If you're lucky, I might decide to just keep you as a cock warmer. How would you like that? You'd get to be my little bitch, takin' it whenever I want you to." the tiger said smoothly.

Calvin couldn't respond. His voice was gone as he squirmed on top of the huge intruder. His mouth hung open as his cheek pressed against the cold metal of the boring, grey steel in front of him. A thin trickle of drool began to seep out from the corner of his mouth and his eyes drifted into a dazed look. Lucas must have known how overwhelmed the bobcat was now, because he didn't bother waiting for an answer. He simply started bucking, hard and fast.

The bulge in Calvin's stomach withdrew each time those hips pulled back, then stretched back out when the striped cat slammed back home. He could even feel the two, weighty orbs still clad in black and pink lace and velvet slap forward against him. The huge paw holding his stomach, large enough to cover the whole of his abdomen, turned to press the heel against the bottom of his ribcage. The fingers pushed downward to tease at the smaller boy's own rod. Calvin was rigid and drooling out in the open air. He was getting off on it.

"Well, well, well," Lucas said with a noisy grunt each time he shoved roughly back into his captive audience, "Someone's enjoying getting reamed. Maybe you've been hoping I'd wreck you all along. You dirty little pervert."

A moan was all Calvin could muster at this point, both his little paws pressed against the lockers to help steady him somewhat under the onslaught. The tiger didn't bother restraining himself. He had no reason to. He did however have every reason to hasten his efforts. He was going to be needed out on the field soon. And he didn't intend to have the coach come walking back in to see his star defensive tackle hilted in some nerd. His grunts merged into a growl, then a snarl, then his voice rose to a roar. He slammed home with enough strength to make the lockers flex against his stomach. Poor Calvin was trapped between them, his vision completely obscured as the tiger's belly deformed around him and blocked everything out, leaving him in darkness.

It muffled the bobcat's own yowl as he was suddenly filled. The spotted cat's belly, already stretched quite strongly, suddenly expanded, jumping in size each time the tiger's flexing rod added spurt after spurt of seed to his load. A second burst joined the moment, leaving Calvin's growing stomach with a white, sticky stain. For several moments, Lucas stood there, legs flexed and rock hard, his shaft buried as deep into the smaller boy as he could muster. His stomach mashed against the wall of lockers as he huffed and eased back into a calmer state of mind.

Calvin felt two powerful paws grip his shoulders, then with a yank, the invading member was dragged out of him with a slick, audible squelch. He was dropped to the floor where his legs buckled. He fell to his knees, still leaning against the metal barrier that had stood up against the heavy tiger's mass.

"Mmm, damn boy. You're good at that!" Lucas snickered and sat down on the bench, rubbing over his bulbous middle.

The feeling of pinning someone under it pleased him to no end, but the vent slits in the steel of the lockers always left him itching when he did that. The bobcat crouched there, slouched against the lockers, his hands resting against his swollen stomach. He could have passed as pregnant, though his tummy was far too soft and sloshed as he tried to move. It wouldn't be a terribly convincing deception.

"C-can... I... go now?" Calvin asked, his lungs burning for air as he panted.

"Nope. You're not goin' anywhere," Lucas' grin returned as he reached out and dragged the bobcat back to him, mashing the lad's face against his stomach again, "You hear that? It's hungry. It wants to be fed."

Calvin shivered as he heard a deep, angry growl come from the tiger's gut, not like the one that came from his throat. He was indeed quite hungry, and his stomach was demanding to be filled. It was so strong a growl that the short feline could actually feel the vibrations it made.

"I... I don't have... anything to... to... to feed you. B-but I can... go... get you something." the bobcat said breathlessly, desperate to appease the beast who had just filled him.

"Oh you've got something you can feed me. See, I figure the professor can't find out who's been helping me... if I destroy the evidence. No nerd, no proof." Lucas sneered.

Calvin looked up, not needing any further explanation to understand. He was just too weak to do much about it. He tried to work his legs to stand up and escape, but he couldn't get off the ground. Nor could he get away from the bloated, greedy gut wanting to lay claim to a weak and tired meal. He did however find himself moved onto the bench again, this time onto his paws and knees. His heavily-weighted tummy sagged under him as he groped at it, dropping down to rest his chin on the wooden seat.

"That's a good boy, present for your owner. You belong to me and I'm gonna do whatever I want with you." Lucas said with a growl.

Then something unexpected happened. Instead of something rough and vicious, the bobcat was treated to a slow, appreciative lick up one of his thighs, aiming for his groin. The big, striped cat's tongue snaked forward, reaching almost all the way up Calvin's still gently pulsing shaft. It made the smaller fellow shiver. And as that rough, wet organ was dragged further up, across his scrotum, then to the cleft that had just recently been stuffed and filled, a quiet, plaintive squeak of a moan escaped the bobcat. Lucas sat back up as soon as his long oral exploration was finished, relishing being able to taste his own release leaking out of the little cat.

"I... I... I can... I can't... help you... with your homework... if you... eat me." the spotted feline tried to argue.

"Don't care. You taste too good to let you go. Say goodbye, nerd." Lucas reached down and gripped at the smaller boy's ankles.

The heat of the tiger's maw was quickly around the whole of both paws, and that tongue from earlier returned, lapping away over the tender little pads he found there. It made Calvin squirm and cry out a bit louder. He was terribly ticklish, and that amused the striped cat all the more. He gulped and tugged on his stuffed snack, passing Calvin's knees in but precious few seconds. His thick, controlling paws gripped the bobcat's hips and hoisted him upward. The exhausted lad's thighs sank into the waiting jaws below. The feeling of hot, slick flesh wrapping around his legs made the bobcat wriggle about harder. The reality of what was happening was sobering him up quickly.

"No! Please! Stop!" Calvin begged, trying to push against Lucas's nose and chin with his paws.

That did nothing but make the tiger reach up and take hold of those little paws, then feed them into his mouth as he reached the little fellow's hips and waist. That nicely swollen stomach was going to be a treat for him. He loved seeing just how large a meal he could devour. It was one reason why he was so interested in stuffing the little cat first. Now he had a more satisfying feast to enjoy. His tongue lavished the bobcat's groin once more, this time taking a little more time to appreciate and savor.

As soon as Calvin felt the tiger lapping at his 'undercarriage' again, his eyes crossed and he moaned. His paws were trapped. He felt the squeezing of the gullet below work on his kicking legs. He could feel teeth press against his engorged belly, those jaws slowly yawning wider and wider around him to let the hefty bulge descend. And he couldn't help but moan and relish the attention his predator was giving him. The sticky smear on the underside of his gut was cleaned off, clearly a region the tiger wanted to focus on. It was oddly kind of the big fellow to provide such a sensual experience in spite of his apparent lack of respect.

A deep, powerful 'gluk' sounded around the bobcat and he felt himself slip downward a good distance. The heat and drool from the tiger's maw and throat matted down the fur on his stomach, now halfway trapped inside Lucas' grasp. There was something oddly pleasant about it. The steady undulations of the passage he was being pushed into felt quite soothing on his well-filled belly. He could lean forward and see the white fur under Lucas' chin stretching to contain him, and while that should have terrified him, Calvin's confused mind refused to accept it.

Another good gulp--a noisy, wet sound--filled the locker room as the tiger consumed the bobcat's sloshing middle. He lowered his hand-paws to his own bloated middle, feeling the lad's foot-paws push against the interior of his stomach. He was starting to fill out from this lovely meal. So he began rubbing over the round swell in slow circles. An angry gurgle came from the tiger's middle as it demanded more than just a portion of the tasty bobcat. It wanted all of him. And Lucas was more than happy to oblige. He closed his jaws slowly, sealing his lips around Calvin's chest and rumbled powerfully around him. He was enjoying this morsel.

That was when the bobcat's survival instinct began to kick in. He was still terribly weak, but he couldn't go without a fight. He kicked and squirmed as much as his tired body would allow. Just as he opened his mouth to try and shout for help, Lucas lifted a paw and pressed it against his muzzle. It effectively silenced him, and helped to push him down that throat all the faster. One more swallow sank the bobcat in all the way into the tiger's maw. Lucas left his jaws open to offer the smaller feline a final view of the locker room ceiling, framed nicely in his jaws. The tight squeeze of the muscular chest all around him left Calvin unable to draw enough breath to use his voice.

Then, Lucas clapped his jaws shut and swallowed one last time. A visible bulge passed down his neck as the bobcat descended rapidly through him. He huffed and grunted as he felt the smaller fellow land in his stomach with a wet bounce. His gut surged outward to contain the imprisoned feline, but not enough to be visibly noticeable, at least to anyone who had not seen what went on. The tiger licked his lips and massaged his stomach firmly, able to feel the definite form of the smaller cat he had just devoured. Calvin's struggles made him purr deep in satisfaction.

"Mmm, there, no more proof." he rumbled.

The striped cat paused for a moment as he felt something bubble up inside him. He held his nicely filled stomach as his cheeks puffed up, then he opened his mouth and loosed a wet, hearty burp. From out of his jaws flew the pale blue bowtie of the bobcat he had just devoured. It landed with a drool-laden plop on his gut, not having flown very far.

Lucas grinned and picked it up before tossing it onto the pile of Calvin's clothing.

"Heh, nerds and their bow ties." he said with a chuckle.

Inside, the tiger's stomach was hot, dark, and slimy. Calvin turned about, panting as he fought to turn himself about. He wasn't trying to push his way back up to escape. He was simply trying to give the striped feline as good a stretch as he could muster, and for good reason.

"God damn... you know how to treat a guy, honey." the bobcat called out.

"Yeah I do," Lucas smirked, patting his gut heavily, enjoying the constant motion, "Defensive tackle's gotta be big ta protect the quarterback, and nerds make for good belly-fat."

"Yeah we do," Calvin chuckled tiredly, "See you back at the dorm?"

The powerful rumble of the tiger's purr strengthened as he leaned forward, squeezed his belly in his arms, and pressed his lips against the dome in an affectionate kiss.

"You know it. And I've got another business calc assignment I'm gonna need your help on. Seriously, the professor's really impressed with the progress I'm making. I told him it's because I've got the best tutor." Lucas sighed.

"Happy to help. Now get out there and kick some ass," Calvin pushed out against the slimy walls holding him in, mashing his face against them in the hopes it would be visible from outside as he gave his boyfriend a firm kiss from inside, "Love you, honey."

Lucas shivered as he felt that mighty stretch. His belly deformed nicely under the efforts and he pressed a paw against where he felt his lover's face, pushing him back in so that the smooth orb of his gut could hide him. Another belch worked its way out of the tiger and he sighed, then balled up a fist and punched his belly. It wasn't terribly firm, but it would be enough to jostle the bobcat a little.

"Shut up, nerd!" he said and laughed, hearing a delighted moan come from under his fur.

The bobcat was no doubt getting off on all of it. Just like he always did. Calvin's clothing was gathered and stuffed into the big tiger's locker. He changed into his pads and jersey, finding it to fit a little more snugly than when he didn't haul Calvin out on the field with him. He rather liked it feeling to snug. Just as he finished adjusting everything, he felt a kick from his stomach.

"Hey, honey, before you go out, can you hand me my cell phone? The guys are probably able to handle recording the practice, but I'd like to be able to check in with them. I can't be in the booth, but I can still direct." the bobcat said, his voice heavily muffled.

"Sure, but you gotta keep quiet. Otherwise someone'll hear you." Lucas replied.

He returned to his locker, retrieved the cell phone in question, then popped it into his mouth. With a gulp, he sent it down to his boyfriend without any difficulty. He sighed again and rubbed his gut, all too happy to have a full stomach to play on.

The tiger left the locker room behind, checking the clock as he went. It had taken less than five minutes. He was getting good at the quickies. He'd have to give Calvin a proper session tonight after they finished their homework, make it take a good hour to fill him, then eat him. He began whistling a little tune as he entered the corridor that led out onto the field, not expecting anyone to be any the wiser.

"Have fun in there?" the quarterback asked.

He stood leaning against the cinderblock wall, arms crossed, having been waiting for the big, striped fellow.

"Oh hey, Mike. Need somethin'?" Lucas asked.

"Yeah," the lion stood up, "I need to know if this is going to affect you out on the field."

Mike jabbed finger in against the tiger's stomach, making him wince, then burp quietly.

"Hey, easy now. You never seemed ta care how fat I was before. Why now?" Lucas shot back, frowning strongly.

"Yeah, I do care how fat you are. I care when you're fatter than normal because you ate someone. Is hauling him around in there going to affect your performance?" Mike's tone was quite serious, clearly not at all pleased about the discovery.

The tiger lifted his chin indignantly, giving his gut another firm pat as if he needed to defend its honor.

"I can play just as well with or without someone in here. I'm not gonna hold back just because I just ate." Lucas said.

"You're not gonna go light out there? You're not worried about crushing him when there's a pile up?" the lion raised an eyebrow, "And a couple of the guys have expressed concern with how you treat him. You're kind of a bully to the poor guy."

That seemed to strike a more serious nerve with the tiger. He stepped forward and jabbed a finger against the quarterback's chest.

"Now you just hold on a second. He's a lot tougher than he looks. And he's got a thing for being bullied. But only when I do it to him. I made a promise to him a long time ago that I wouldn't let anyone hurt him. Ever. And I intend to keep that promise. And I don't plan on going light out there while he's in there. There's no place safer he could be," the tiger's lips spread into a broad grin, "Maybe you'd like to see for yourself sometime. You know Calvin's kind of got a thing for you."

"Whatever," the lion rolled his eyes and turned to head out onto the field, "Just do me a favor... don't eat him before an actual game. Practice is one thing, but I don't want the liability when we're against a bunch of guys who don't know about the kinky crap you and your boyfriend get up to."

"Nah, Calvin likes to watch the games from the bleachers. Gives him something to get riled up about for after." Lucas smirked and followed the lion.

Another belch echoed through the corridor as the two large cats turned their attention to practice. Already the tiger could hear the faint sounds of Calvin's phone from his belly. The sounds of three other people talking and the bobcat responding--too low to make out the conversation--accompanied him as he emerged out on the field. His jog jostled the hidden feline in his gut, but it didn't disrupt his work.

He'd still be able to capture some great footage for the team to review later. And for the bobcat to enjoy in private later as well. It was just a shame Lucas couldn't convince any of Calvin's friends to let him dine on them as well. He had even made himself a shirt that read "A/V Clubhouse" on it just for the occasion. The bobcat was still working on them. It was difficult for Lucas to put such thoughts out of his head, especially when he drifted back to the idea of Mike joining Calvin.

That was another project he head been working on. At least the lion wasn't outright refusing anymore. Maybe he could pin him in the locker room after practice was over. The tiger was just getting warmed up, after all.