Lemon Drop checked the address again on the little slip she carried. The yellow yoshi maneuvered through the busy daytime streets of the city, and after confirming the address made her way for the hotel by the beach. She cut a wide path along the street given her size, larger than most of the Goombas and Toads and the other usual fare in the city, though was just as polite to any others that needed to cross. There were other yoshies about too, the colorful dinosaurs simply going about their lives much like Lemon Drop. She had a bright red visor on her head that shaded her eyes from daylight, “Chez Toad’s Pizzeria” scrawled across it in her handwriting. On her saddle, several steaming boxes of pizza were balanced securely, thin straps nestled down and around her belly. Delivery again! Lemon Drop made her living being both a delivery yoshi, whether it was food or folks wanting a lift. Lemon Drop was, of course, a natural at such things.

It didn’t take Lemon Drop long to arrive at the hotel. Tourists camping out in their room all night again, she thought, rolling her eyes. Why not just go out and eat somewhere? This city’s got plenty to offer! Lemon Drop would know, and her chunky demeanor certainly proved it, sporting pudginess around her midsection in particular. But that was the way she liked to live, making mountains of coin and leaving cheaply. Hope they tip well at least. Tourists were always a gamble, some being extra generous, others allegedly “not getting it” and stiffing her entirely. Hoping for the best, Lemon Drop entered the open-air hotel, enjoying the sea breeze, and meandered her way towards the back. She knocked a few times on the room number matching what was written on the slip then waited, bobbing back and forth and humming a little yoshi song to herself while gathering the pizzas in her arms.

The door opened and Lemon Drop was surprised to see another yoshi! A big yoshi, wide and tall, sporting cute round glasses. She could hear his belly utter out an eager growl of delight, a reaction she was used to! Smiling brightly, she held out the boxes of pizza to the big orange yoshi that was licking his lips. “You look hungry! Glad I got here as quick as I did eh? Tab comes to…” she squinted at the slip she’d nestled between the boxes “…54 coins!”

The other yoshi, Cliff, nod-nodded and drooled openly. “Wow, so this is how delivery works?” His eyes were wide in fascination.

Definitely a tourist, Lemon Drop thought. She giggled and nodded. “Yep! We bring the grub, you give the coin. Plus tip,” she added bluntly.

“Wow!” Cliff said. Their eyes met, the chubby yoshi’s mouth drooling more as he stared over her. Lemon Drop felt awkwardness bloom.

“So uh… You gonna take the food?” she said with a nervous titter. “It almost looks like you’re staring hungrily at me instead of these piping hot pizzas and–”

The tongue was unexpected, the big fat slimy thing shot from Cliff’s suddenly-open jaws. The thick thing wrapped thrice around Lemon Drop’s chest, fat tip slapping noisily against her belly. Her arms were trapped and pizza boxes tumbled haphazardly into the room. Cliff squeezed with the tongue, moaning at the sour flavors from the yellow yoshi and savoring. “Wah!” the delivery yoshi cried, stricken with fear and hastily yanked forward. “Wait wait wait– mmph!” Her yoshi head and upper body was slurped up in one meaty chomp of jaws and wet swallow. She swung her lower arms and kicked desperately, boots bouncing off the sagging stomach Cliff sported. “Hlllp!”

Cliff couldn’t believe this kind of service existed out here in the ‘real world’! He happily slurped and tasted around his delivered yoshi meal, idly turning back into his room with half a yoshi hanging from his jaws. As he did his thick tail smacked the door closed, and he waddled into the dining area of his hotel room, where the air from the beach flowed freely in. Sticky drool freely flowed down Lemon Drop as she fought for her life, tail flagging every direction. Cliff lifted his own tail and sat his doughy backside cozily, winding his tongue outward and binding it around the entirety of the chubby paunch of his dinner. He dragged it inward, audibly swallowing several times, lumps of Lemon Drop plain down his neck. She squealed when her head pressed into his stomach, and started plumping it out with every follow-up gulp. Cliff paused to breathe through his snout and bask in the sunlight pouring in from the beach. It almost felt like home. “L-let me go!” Lemon Drop cried from deep within, crushing throat muscles making it hard to breathe. “D-don’t eat me!”

Cliff gummed around his delivered meal of yoshi idly while soaking in the sun. Lemon Drop was up to her tail, with her sizable thighs and legs kicking aimlessly while said tail whipped up and down. Cliff drooled around his tasty squirming dinner, having had little to eat while out touring the city all day. This was really hitting the spot! Lemon Drop cringed when Cliff’s tongue slowly slithered out from under her underbelly and cupped up to taste her exposed rear, salivating heavily. Her whines couldn’t penetrate the thick yoshi hide, more of her scrunched into his hungry stomach when another powerful gulp rang in her ears. Her legs bound against her tail as her stomach was pulled into the throat, swelling Cliff’s neck out noticeably. He gummed around thighs and tail some more before slurping those in, boots and tailtip vanishing into salivating lips with a smacking sound. Cliff’s cheeks puffed out and jostled with each flick of Lemon Drop’s tail, the other yoshi terrified that she felt nothing but the insides of a ravenous yoshi tourist. “P-please! Lay me as an egg don’t treat me as your dinner! Heeeelllp!” The big orange yoshi’s response was to only murr at her unique yoshi flavor, smacking his mouth open and closed as he tasted what remained.

But Cliff was rather hungry, so Lemon Drop’s last chance of survival drained away in an instant. GLRP, GLK, URRLK! Effortlessly swallowed whole, Lemon Drop squealed as loud as she could, bulges sinking down Cliff’s neck before vanishing into a rather sprawled yoshi gut. Cliff licked his lips, closed his eyes, and left his legs splayed on either side of a much wider yoshi belly. He thump-thumped against it with free paws, pressing into the malleable squishiness while his happy fat tail noisily slid back and forth on the hardwood floor behind him. “Wow! Gonna have to go on vacation more often!” said the tropical-island-living yoshi. When Cliff stood, Lemon Drop – snout against her belly, tail pressed over her face, squelched tightly in an acid-filling stomach – whined with walls compressing around her. The fattened Cliff took a moment to steady, tummy sloshing back and forth before settling, then turned to the sprawled pizzas. All managed to stay in their boxes, which he spent the next few minutes picking up and stacking neatly on the table. It was hard going, given his current wide burdens. Bending over was a chore, Cliff squashing his stomach against the ground with his tail hiked to do so, but he managed. The orange yoshi was used to moving about being so full, after all! “Got some snacks for later… and it didn’t cost a single coin!” the sated yoshi giggled. His laughter stopped when something worked its way up his gullet, and he belched thickly.

A saliva-stained visor stumbled across the floor and was left dripping where it lay.

Lemon Drop’s world was nothing but dark dampness and noisy stomach gurgles now. She begged and pleaded to the yoshi that devoured her, knowing he could let her free any moment. But after several minutes she knew that was useless: Cliff treated her as nothing but supper, and she was doomed. Another yoshi ending up as nothing but fat on another yoshi’s tail! Cliff himself, after some more time idling about his hotel room, set to work on the pizzas. It’d been a whole hour since his yoshi dinner, after all, and the tantalizing aroma was too much. He swallowed them down one after the other, spending little time to savor, just enjoying all the zesty flavors accompanying them.

Lemon Drop squealed more in the depths of his belly, unheard, as barely chewed pizza slopped all over her and mingled with the nearly-full vat of stomach fluids actively digesting her alive. Only her snout barely breached the surface of acids churning all about her, with stomach walls occasionally nudging it below. Cliff’s stomach churned and squirmed about to the protests of his main meal, as he gulped down the last of the pizzas. He slurped around his lips and sat there on the floor, one happy vacationing yoshi. He eventually picked himself up off the floor and waddled out to the small deck area, tarp overhanging for shade. Standing out on the beach with his wide belly hanging out, Cliff idly rubbed at it while enjoying the evening. A perfect time to catch some reading, he thought. Admittedly, the provided lounge chair strained quite heavily when he settled down into it, rear end squishing the straps down clear to the ground, tail bunched behind him, belly sagging over the edges. Still, Cliff got comfortable, using his churning belly as a prop for his book.

Lemon Drop felt the stomach crunch from all sides, not just from the act of digesting but from Cliff squeezing his way into that chair. She let out more bubbly complaints for a few more minutes, then Cliff’s belly went still. Only soft gurgles and churns remained, the orange yoshi reading away while digesting his yoshi-and-pizza supper away. He didn’t know how long this yoshi would keep his belly fatter than normal, to say nothing of a softer, wider butt and tail. He couldn’t care less about the after-effects of a good meal, though.

After all, he was on vacation!

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Dear Diary,
Still overseas and having a blast. The city’s been great, but I just have to write about this mind-blowing idea they have here: Delivery! You won’t believe it! All you do is tell any of dozens of food places that you want some grub, then they walk right up to your door. Then you just open up and devour the tasty meal they sent your way. Free of charge! I even made sure that was alright but the Koopa Troopa at the desk insisted that payment was on delivery!

I got to eat up a rather plump, scrumptious lil’ yellow yoshi. She didn’t seem to be in on the whole delivery concept based on how much she complained but golly, city yoshies have a certain flavor that island yoshies just don’t have! Succulent and sour, she was good down to the last nibble of her tail. And as an added bonus she brought along even more food that I guess is for later so I don’t have to order again! This ‘pizza’ sure does it hit the spot!

I’ll be sure to read all about my vacation delights here in this when I get back, to remind myself to get others to start up this wonderful service back home! Still have a few weeks left. I’m definitely going to be ordering more delivery! I have to try other places, though, since the hotel claimed there was such a variety here. I can’t wait to eat up whatever, and whoever, they send my way next!