Captain Crash (Launchpad McQuack)

After months of working hard and saving up for them, you were finally able to go and buy a ticket to see an amateur wrestling match live. It may not have been a professional match, but your craving to watch the carnage unfold at a live event, rather than from the old television set you had in your apartment would at least be satisfied. As you found yourself sitting near the front-row, popcorn and soda in hand, you heard the ring announcer call out and shout the names of the wrestlers coming into the ring, his booming voice ringing loudly in your ears. Two wrestlers entered the ring; One was a big, hulking tiger adorned in a sparkly-blue singlet with gold trim around the edges of his outfit, and a mask of a similar color palate. The other was a somewhat smaller, but still muscular duck adorned in a full-body, red spandex outfit with a green cartoony explosion on his chest. He also work a red mask with the same green logo as was on his costume, as well as having a pale green cape hanging off of his back. Your eyes were instinctively drawn to the manly mallard, who radiated with a confident, almost cocky aura as he grinned at his opponent. You also couldn't help but notice the swell of the duck's stomach, which was soft and wobbly as opposed to the rest of his chiseled features; It jiggled with every little movement and breath he took, its wobbling almost hypnotic as you found your gaze glued to his gut, your face being painted with a cherry-hued blush.

As the bell rung, the wrestlers began to engage in their battle, exchanging some harsh blows and performing over-the-top wrestling moves that got the crowd roaring. The commentators' voices boomed through the speakers strewn above the ring, and all of the noise in the place would have been overwhelming had you not been so enraptured with Captain Crash, both with his body and the way he practically commanded the fight. His opponent, who had started off so strong, was getting more and more worn out, barely able to keep his head in the game as the match continued on.

It was at the climax of the fight, when the tiger had finally exhausted himself out of stamina, that the fight would take a turn you weren't expecting. Captain Crash, grinning almost hungrily, suddenly grabbed the tiger by the shoulders. Initially it looked like he was about to throw him into the ropes for a clothesline, but your heart skipped a beat as you saw his yellow bill begin to open up. He immediately sent the tiger's head into his mouth, holding the feebly-squirming feline in place as the duck began to greedily gulp down his opponent more and more. You were no stranger to vore, having browsed a fair share of art and stories on the internet in your spare time, but seeing it live was something different entirely. The crowd was egging Captain Crash on as he lifted the tiger off of his feet at last, his throat bulging obscenely as he continued to gulp the wrestler down. Once the last of his opponent's body was now secured into his bill, Captain Crash swallowed that huge, wriggling bulge and sent the tiger into his awaiting stomach. It surged out from his torso, shredding the spandex around his huge gut as the heavy bulge of the tiger settled into that blorping mass. It sagged down to his knees, and the tiger squirmed and thrashed about like a feral animal. But yet, Captain Crash didn't seem the least bit perturbed. Still grinning, he turned to flex his muscles towards the crowd, stomach swaying and sloshing around for your eyes to see. He let out a tremendous, resounding belch that rose over the noises of the crowd and even echoed off of the walls of the building.

The announcer began talking, calling the fight as the duck's as the crowd's cheers hit their obnoxiously loud crescendo, but you couldn't register any of it; Your eyes were too busy focusing on that manly hunk of a mallard, and the massively-swollen stomach that was thrashing about. Your face grew hot as it turned cherry-red, heart thrumming in your chest as you watched Captain Crash waddle his way out of the ring, belly slapping harshly against his knees as he exited backstage. Whatever you had found before on the internet couldn't compare to that burly, gluttonous beefcake you bore witness to tonight, and you knew you would never be satisfied in any other way again unless you went and met that big, buff, manly man.

As the crowd dissipated from the ring en masse, you managed to slip by undetected by security into the backstage area. Your heart beating so rapidly in your chest you thought it'd burst out, you followed the loud sounds of deep belches, harsh gurgles, and heavy slaps of flesh meeting upon flesh. As you approached the dressing room area, you cautiously peeked your head in to see Captain Crash caressing and fondling his engorged gut, the struggling of the tiger already growing more feeble as the belly burbled and groaned harshly. The duck's eyes flicked up from his digesting gut and looked at you in surprise, both of you gasping as you made eye contact. Bewildered by your presence at first, the initial shock of a fan trespassing melted away as the same cocky grin you saw him sport in the ring etched itself back onto his face. Giving his gurgling gut a harsh pat, he chuckled and spoke up. "You just had to come and see me after the show, huh? Couldn't get enough of me in the ring, could you~?" He purred, slapping his belly with both of his palms and letting out a shameless belch as the tiger's wriggling grew weaker.