“My glasses!”

It was always something Cliff struggled with. Most of the time the big Yoshi’s eyeware managed to stay atop his big bulbous snout, magnifying his eyes and making the world crystal clear for the nearsighted dino. It was hard to lose them since he almost never took them off, and when he did, they rested comfortably under his spacious yellow saddle. The world ceased beyond Cliff’s snout whenever he was without them, and it usually wasn’t an issue since he never left his hut with them off.

Usually.

This time, however, it was at crucial moment when the lenses toppled off, and the telltale crinkle of glass informed the myopic Yoshi of the fatal mistake. Things went terribly wrong from the moment Cliff spied out his dinner early that evening: A brief walk on the beach led him to find a cheery pink Yoshi, supposedly alone, perfect for a quick tongue grab. Cliff had gotten greedy, and tried to lure her into his nearby home, to do more than just eat the would-be victim, instead of gobbling her up on the spot. At that moment an interloper named Yosher tried to rescue her! Somehow the chubby green mage of a Yoshi had known exactly what Cliff was plotting, even though he was acting on a spontaneous desire to eat! At Yosher’s heed, the pink Yoshi fled the scene, with Yosher affixing his fingerless blue gloves and putting on a brave face, claiming he was here to put an end to Cliff’s voracious acts. Cliff had been nonplussed, with Yosher being bigger than the pink Yoshi, and therefore would be a more filling meal… but he’d been found out! Cliff couldn’t help but ask, and Yosher revealed that all it took was reading a certain diary Cliff kept, revealing such secrets. Yosher had even been training Cliff up on his own magical pursuits and had found the book out on Cliff’s writing desk one night, revealing much more than fruits and other Yoshi food! Given the quantity of yoshies and others Cliff had snarfed down, Yosher had felt it was up to him to stop Cliff, once and for all. And without wasting any more time, a brief but fierce battle of Yoshi mages ensued! With both yoshies sporting thick, sturdy forms, such a contest could last potentially hours, the air dazzled with a series of quick-fired spells. Cliff and his plump Yoshi hide could take whatever Yosher could dish out, so defense wasn’t at the forefront of his mind.

Then Yosher caught him across the face with a tiny fireball.

Down Cliff’s glasses went, lenses popping, glass shattering, frame bisected. Cliff gasped, and vainly sank to his knees and padded around himself, frantic.

“Hah!” Yosher stepped forward, clothes rustling, empty belly jostling to his gait, and looked down at Cliff. The larger Yoshi, still on his knees, had all-but-forgotten about his opponent. “There’s only one way to put a stop to a Yoshi like you,” Yosher mumbled. A subtle grumble of a hungry Yoshi stomach drowned out the constant churn of ocean waters, and Cliff looked up from his search, shock on his face.

“What? Y-you’re kidding!” Cliff tried to brush off the idle threat. Yosher, pride in his heart and hunger on the brain, licked his lips. Cliff attempted to gauge the sound and fling his Yoshi tongue out, in a blind effort to eat Yosher, before he could be eaten. The tongue was off by several feet, Cliff’s vision all fuzzy and making it impossible to aim. In the next instant instant Yosher leaned forward, jaws parting with a smack of the lips. A wide Yoshi maw was presented as a blurry dark tunnel to Cliff, bright blurry colors congealing into darker tones, with it being pitch black right in front of his snout. “Stop! Yosher, please!” But Yosher ignored his friend, and was here to end Cliff’s shenanigans, so a drooling red Yoshi tongue sprung from his mouth and circled around Cliff. It snagged thrice around his soft white stomach and squeezed inward, forcing the breath right out of him. Cliff sputtered out a wheezing protest. “D-don’t… eat… me!” Cliff tried to pull Yosher’s tongue off, which only resulted in getting his palms stuck to the tongue, and he looked up just in time to feel the yank and have the blackness encompass his vision entirely. Yosher mumbled appreciatively at Cliff’s fruity flavors as the bigger Yoshi’s head and chubby cheeks squelched wetly into the awaiting jaws. Yosher’s tail flicked as his stomach noisily cheered in anticipation, the green Yoshi sealing lips around Cliff’s neck. His tongue kept Cliff from escaping, keeping itself lodged around his wide gut. Unintelligible Yoshi cries emanated from inside Yosher’s mouth, before a heavy hearty swallow pulled Cliff’s head down into Yosher’s gullet, whose thickness made any further protests inaudible.

Despite how heavy and large Cliff was, it was child’s play for Yosher to devour the miscreant whole and alive, right there on the beach. Yosher closed his eyes and swallowed again, dragging Cliff’s struggling body with his strong tongue. Powerful gulps mingled with the sounds of ocean waves, Cliff bulging out more and more of Yosher with every pulsating descent. His head breached Yosher’s stomach, sending the terrified Yoshi’s head across a slew of inert fluids. Yosher grunted and got his arms up under the trapped chest and belly of what was now his supper, the pudgy middle squashed and chomped and drooled on as more of the orange dino was eaten. Cliff’s arms and hands, pudgy digits and all, vanished along with the top part of his belly. His stomach was compressed irritably and he could hardly draw breath, it squeezed horribly tight. The awful confines of the stomach he was being gulped down into wasn’t helping matters either! His legs were planted to the ground, leverage lost and unable to move, with Yosher’s mouth pointed down and devouring, belly pushing to Cliff’s and pinning the Yoshi meal in place. Cliff could only flail his fat, thick tail back and forth, up and down, thumping it to the ground, desperate to escape becoming Yoshi chow.

But Yosher did not relent. Cliff was far too delicious to give up, and he was doing the island a public service by packing Cliff away for good. Yosher’s tongue unraveled only when half of Cliff’s doughy middle was crammed down his mouth and throat, now able to use it to properly taste the round tummy at his leisure. Yosher’s neck and especially belly had widened considerably, vague outlines of his Yoshi prey obviously struggling and writhing about within. The bottom of his white tummy, squeezed between his legs, thumped to the ground and did not rebound upward, growing wider by the second. He took several elongated, squelching swallows of Cliff, before lifting his head up and taking in the rest of the plump Yoshi stomach into his jaws. Yosher allowed himself a moment to truly savor his victory, slithering his tongue all around Cliff’s devoured belly and revel in the sugary-sweet fruit flavors Cliff bore. Cliff himself was far less content, crammed against stomach walls with his pudgy form folding up on itself, one paw print visible near the bottom of Yosher’s gut.

When Yosher widened his jaws to slide his tongue out, a barely-audible “hlllp!” snuck out, along with dribbling Yoshi drool. The bottom of Cliff’s stomach was visible, along with the underside of his fat tail and kicking stubby Yoshi legs. Yosher raveled his tongue around the base of that tail and Cliff’s thighs, binding them all together in one expert motion. With Cliff only able to flicker his feet and the tip of his big tail, Yosher slurped, chomped, and salivated over rest of Cliff, cheeks swollen. The legs and tail were bound up against Cliff’s fat Yoshi butt, stomach tickling the base of Yosher’s tongue and tastebuds delightfully in the process. With twitching boots and the last bit of tail disappearing behind pursed Yoshi lips, the victorious Yoshi mage brought his hands up to his very wide cheeks and smiled despite himself. He squished those cheeks a little and hummed, getting one last hearty sample of Cliff’s flavors. His stomach practically rooted him to the spot while he did so, with his stubby tail swaying to and fro in utter delight and passion. Cliff felt the last of his freedom slip away, feeling nothing but the hot confines of a mouth, being coated time and again by slobber and stomach fluids, before feeling Yosher tipping his head backwards. “No, Yosher!” he begged from within the belly, audible to no-one. “Don’t swallow! L-let me out! D-DON’T–”

GLUORK!

ULK!

GULP!

“Phew… That takes care of you, Cliff!”

The devoured Yoshi’s bulges, with the assistance of peristalsis, lurched its way down and added to the immense weight Yosher was now sporting. Cliff whined and wound up with his faced pressed into his belly, with the last of his tail flopping in from the stomach opening that immediately sealed up. The tail flopped with a soft slursh into the starting-to-bubble stomach fluids, with the walls coming to life to add more. Cliff’s arms were trapped behind him and his legs were bent awkwardly, making it hard to struggle much in the tight organic chamber. Yosher felt nothing but full, though, and slapped his arms to the sides of his engorged gut, ignoring the occasional boot or paw pressing out – then receding – from the flabby scaly flesh. He instead just sighed heavily, tail going limp as he relaxed on the spot, the beach air feeling warm and comforting now that he’d eaten, and eaten well! Yosher slowly licked his lips and smacked them in appreciation of the flavor, and for an instant appreciated why Cliff had gobbled up so many yoshies in his time… Not that that excused it! “You’re right where you belong now, Cliff, and… Urgh… ugh, I can barely move! I – hic! – at least got rid of you, once and for all.”

There was no response from Cliff. Yosher’s belly wobbled and gurgled in a substitute of a response, the immense bulges protruding out beyond Yosher, in front, to his sides, and back between his legs. Yosher could hardly get a boot off the ground, let alone move a leg without just falling forward onto his belly, so he just stood there and admired the view. Not the slowly setting sun across the calm beachfront, of course, but his own protruding fat tummy! The fattened-up Yoshi wiped his brow before gently rubbing over the broad dome of a stomach, making small circles here and there, watching it jiggle and maintain its shape, all while the doomed Cliff within fought for his life. Digestion was inevitable, but that didn’t stop him from trying! Those rubs, Cliff having a rather unique perspective and feeling every last one, groaned as Yosher’s stomach was further spurned to life by the comforting massages. The fluid levels rose, acidic substances destined to dissolve whatever Yosher’s meal was, and though Cliff (like most yoshies) had a very thick hide, nothing survived a Yoshi belly given enough time.

Yosher was stuck there on the beach for a while, but he wouldn’t admit to many that he enjoyed every minute of it. Hours passed with little motion from Yosher, even as Cliff’s struggles sometimes would make him almost topple over. The sated Yoshi mage was more than content admiring his handiwork, still rubbing into his pliable belly, as the sun set and the moon rose. After a time, he found himself able to move again. Although Cliff was still alive and struggling, his weight had shifted, allowing the excessively-sized Yosher to shuffle his way home. It was an arduous journey, with the sandy path of Yosher’s dragging belly eliminating any boot prints he’d otherwise had left, but an enjoyable one.

Until he got home and had to fit through the door.

“Darn it… Cliff…!” Yosher cursed, face stretched into a strain while trying to fit his extra wide belly and hips through. The belly caught, and compressed inward, making Cliff inaudibly squeal as the gurgling stomach compressed all around him. Only after a solid minute of struggling did Yosher pop out of the frame and into his home proper, but he stumbled forward and crashed to the ground, crashing atop his belly. Cliff further felt the confines squash as Yosher’s belly squashed outward on all sides, flat against the floor, nearly overwhelming the eaten Yoshi right then and there! But he managed to cling to life, as Yosher, after some careful planning, leaned forward and swung back to use the momentum to get back on his feet. Yosher tottered backwards and nearly lost balance again, arms windmilling, but just managed to catch himself and get both boots on the ground.

THUD. Along with his massive groaning stomach. 

“There we go… Time for bed I think.” Yosher dragged himself (literally, with paws clasping to his middle to help it along) to his bed, where he managed to flop comfortably on his side and let most of his midsection dangle over the edge. He yawned wildly, clapped his lips together, and sank into slumber without much effort. He had every excuse to rest as long as he would end up doing, as he was in the throes of quite the food coma! The only sounds that came from Yosher’s home over the next few days were that of Cliff, making the wide, dangling Yoshi belly slosh and tumble this way and that. The only act from Yosher was, in his sleep, to pat or rub against the top of his belly, licking his lips as he did so. Cliff managed to cling to consciousness for the night and most of the next day. Stomach fluids had already eaten away at his saddle and most of one boot, the other dislodged and pressing against his own hide, and his constitution was weakening. Then, with a very powerful gurgling churn, the acids completely engulfed the devoured large Yoshi, Cliff and all his plumpness succumbing to Yosher’s digestion.

Yosher awoke days later with a mighty yawn and a big stretch. He stumbled his way out of bed, and this time did fall backward as he had not yet adjusted to a shift in weight. Flat on his back with his head propped against the side of the bed, he peeked down at himself: Cliff was fully digested, leaving behind pounds of fat on Yosher. His stomach still pleasantly bulged, but it no longer was as encumbering as before. His thighs and tail definitely has more weight to them, along with most of his torso. Yosher touched to his face and felt some extra protrusion to his snout and Yoshi cheeks. Sighing contently, Yosher stood and leaned forward to stretch more carefully, swaying his fatter tail up and about, and smack-smacking his belly with both paws at once. “What a night!” Yosher exclaimed, not learning how long he’d slept until later. He looked down at himself and gave a half smile, grabbing to some pudge and jostling it about some. 

“No more dangerous yoshies on this island,” he declared smugly, opting to head out and visit Cliff’s now-vacant home. The Yoshi that was now naught but Yoshi pudge had a lot of books that Yosher was interested in, and they now had no owner! On his way, Yosher stopped when he heard a crunch under a boot. He peeked (belly folding in on itself as he leaned down) to find the pulverized remains of Cliff’s glasses. Yosher grinned, leaving them to high tide as he entered Cliff’s home to raid it… and possibly take it over as his own!

Hey, to the victor go the spoils, right?