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toast-tales · 10 months

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I Lava You, Chapter 5: Humans Bounce

Read Chapter 1 here!

Cover art by @luckyshotwrites!

This short story takes place after P39 of ITWOM and as such, contains minor, minor spoilers for ITWOM - read at your own risk! You do NOT need to have read WIDFALI to enjoy this story!

This story is cowritten with the amazing, fantastic @luckyshotwrites and uses the minor character June from their ongoing vore story What I'd Do For A Livable Income. It's chock full of monsters, magic, goofs, and absolutely fantastic worldbuilding and characters. Give it a shot if you haven't yet!

Contains: references to g/t soft, safe vore. ~1100 words.

Chapter 5: Humans Bounce

Sam’s body, still working on digesting their dinner, wasn’t actually craving a human right now. They knew that would change in an hour or so, but they’d need to find something to do in the meantime.

Part of them wanted to go over to Chris’s and show off their new human. The other part of them still told them that was a bad idea, at least for now.

“You like video games, little buddy?” Sam picked the human up and put them on their shoulder, heading over to their PC.

The slime in disguise awaited his ride on the giant’s shoulder. Taking advantage of Sam's comfort, he nuzzled into his neck. He cherished the comfort that came with cuddling his friends—it showed his love for them.

Even so, June was not hanging on very well, so if Sam jolted too hard, he would fall. Though, in June's case, falling didn't bother him.

Sam switched their computer on, and the fans and lights blazed to life in a bright, colorful fashion. “I think I’ll get a few rounds in. Uh…I guess you can watch, if you want.”

Sam hadn’t exactly given them much of a choice, putting June on their shoulder like that. Sam just wanted the human close to them for now. They weren’t thinking much about asking the human what they wanted to do.

When the lights appeared again, June's eyes lit up behind his glasses. “OOHHH!” As Sam attempted to sit down, June lurched forward to observe the colors.

And then June was falling.

Oh no!!! He squeaked in his head. He couldn’t grab onto anything—he was tumbling away from Sam, not even able to reach the desk in his descent.

The lack of screaming meant that June falling off of their shoulder didn’t fully process in Sam’s head until June was halfway to the floor. They hadn’t thought about how precarious their shoulder was as a perch—they weren’t exactly used to handling humans, but Christopher’s human was on his shoulder all the time, so Sam figured it would be fine.

Their heart stopped as they realized what had happened. “Oh FUCK—” They made a desperate grab for their human, but didn’t get to them in time.

They were about to go into panic mode before they saw something crazy—there was a squish as the human flattened slightly against the ground like a squish ball before bouncing back to their feet as if nothing had happened.

June scrambled to get back up. Tristan said I can’t fall from high places in front of humans! HUMANS DON’T SURVIVE FALLS!

“I’m okay!” June exclaimed, without worry. He hoped Sam wouldn't notice what had happened.

Sam blinked. Then stared at the ground where the human had landed. Then blinked again.

I swear I didn’t eat them yet. I just got a little taste. Also, humans don’t cause hallucinations. Probably. What kind of trippy—

Sam’s hands just hovered next to June, trembling slightly. Christopher would KILL me if I dropped a human. “L-little buddy?” they asked, tentatively. “Are you. Uh. Are you sure you’re good? You didn’t get hurt?” They picked June up and brought them closer to their face, as if to check for injuries. Or perhaps to make sure he was actually alive and breathing and it wasn’t some weird hallucination. “Can all humans, um. Uh…bounce like that?”

“I’m all good!” June's smile curled with nervousness. Sam lifted him up and brought him closer. June pursed his lips together, and teetered his head to face away from Sam. What do I say? I don’t want to lie to Sam! But I can’t tell them the truth. He turned back to his friend. He liked the warmth that followed Sam's touch.

“I’m not hurt, don’t worry, we humans can…bounce. Yes. We’re really resilient. You can drop us from any height or squish us and we won’t get hurt... except with sharp stuff.” June punctuated his lie with several affirmative nods. What if Sam catches my lies? I’ll get in big trouble for letting a human find out.

This is the point where another giant might have questioned how human June actually was. But there were a multitude of factors working in June’s favor now—one being that Sam’s experience with humans outside of their stomach was rather limited. The other, of course, was that there were no other species similar enough to humans in this world for June to be mistaken for. The scent and the taste were more than enough to have Sam convinced—for now.

“Whoa…are you serious?” Sam’s first instinct, naturally, was to squeeze June in their fist like a stress ball. Not too hard, but enough that a normal human may have had a complaint of a cracked rib. “How have I never figured this out?”

June felt the pressure of Sam’s fist squeeze him. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling for June—actually, Sam’s grip felt refreshing to June—pleasantly so.

He giggled lightly. “Mhm.” He waited for Sam’s grip to relax before he rested his head on the side of Sam's finger. My cover’s still in the clear. Uncle Tristan would be so proud. June didn’t realize the ramifications his “cover” could have in the future if Sam did this to any other human.

“You have very comforting hands,” June said. He’d never been squished in an innocent way like this. When he had cuddle puddles with his work friend Elliot, his friend had always treated him with care.

June’s comment only encouraged Sam to continue to squish June in their palm, pushing against their cheek and pressing into their strangely malleable torso. They’d become thoroughly distracted from the game they’d intended to waste time with, instead staring at June intently with a curious fascination.

“So you said…you can be dropped from any height? Huh. Maybe that’s how humans get around. I dunno why Chris got so worked up about making sure I didn’t drop his human before.”

June, thoroughly squished in Sam’s grip now, was purring lightly and nodding along with what Sam said—the best he could, anyways. “Mhm. That’s right. I can be dropped from any height.”

Sam’s eyes gained a dangerously interested gleam. “And you said you liked going fast, huh?” They cast a glance at the far wall of their bedroom, and an urge as crazy as it was suddenly tempting came to the forefront of their mind. They wanted to test these new limits they hadn’t previously allowed themselves to consider.

Still squishing the human in their grip, they grinned. “So like, if I threw you as fast as I could at that wall, it wouldn’t hurt you?”

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Chapter 6 ->

It'll be fine! Probably! Thank you for reading, as always!

#i lava you #widfali #itwom #widfalitwom #oc sam #widfali june #vore writing #vore stories #gt vore #g/t vore #g/t vore story #gt vore story #safe vore #soft vore #sfw vore #nonsexual vore

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kaiju-wolfdragon · 8 months

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Make a soft vore of Kaiju y/n and softie y/n

(Sure!)

The y/n siblings' halloween night

It was nighttime, today is halloween. In their new town, softie y/n dress up as fluttershy and as for kaiju y/n, he dress up as a big pudgy teddy bear, softie y/n can't wait to go trick or treating to get some candy from someone, he also miss doing halloween before having an size curse. But since she's around they could have much fun once again.

Kaiju Y/n took his sister to each houses to go get some treats for herself while kaiju y/n is hiding from the humans so he won't scare them, even they know what kaiju y/n is watching her when some humans already knew that she's the sister of kaiju y/n so they won't test on their luck.

After when she got some candy, she's about to go to about 2 or 3 houses to get some more candy, but then their some bullies right behind her, "well well well, if it isn't the freak herself" the bully scoffed. There's three jerks that are older than softie y/n one of the bullies snatch the candy while the others kept making fun of her and hurt her.

As the bullies kept making fun of her, the kids and the adults witnesses what happened and gasp and became scared, the bullies stopped what they're doing and looked confused, the kid said that they shouldn't have done that. The top bully asked why, then that's where they heard the large and loud growl somewhere, then everyone saw an ginormous shadow behind softie y/n starring down at them, everyone hide and ran away from him while the three bullies stood there terrified, they thought he was a myth but he's real, some said that when you find softie y/n and made her cry aka hurt her, her brother will show up and will give someone a hungry punishment.

Kaiju y/n picks up his sister and puts her inside of his beanie, the bullies tried to run away from him but kaiju y/n caught them and just stares at them for a minute, kaiju y/n stomach growled that everyone can hear, kaiju y/n opened his maw and the bullies started to struggles then he puts the bullies into his maw giving a taste of those mean bullies, then after a taste he swallowed them down and sigh. Then he looks at the other humans, the humans were terrified and most of the people handed out the huge candy basket that's almost his size and it's full of candy and they apologize about the bullies behavior.

Kaiju y/n forgives them and they walked away from him to continue the trick or treat fun. Kaiju y/n pulls out softie y/n and she looked a lot bruised. Kaiju y/n looked a lot concerned. Then he remember due to the size curse, he had the power to heal by nomming someone. He gently put softie y/n into kaiju y/n's maw to keep her safe and healed, he grabbed the huge basket of Halloween candy and started to walk him, softie y/n fell asleep and hug his tongue like a teddy bear which made kaiju y/n smile and purred. As for the bullies, i'm sure they learned their lesson not tp mess with the legend's sister...

The end

#my oc art #g/t #g/t art #kaiju #kaiju y/n #softie y/n #g/t story #vore story #halloween #g/t vore story #sfw #sfw vore #sfw g/t #ask #soft vore

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lesbianoms · 6 months

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Fantasizing about going out on a date with an older woman who seems pure and vanilla on the surface. We end up talking about personal stuff and somehow end up on the subject of kinks.

After a while I reluctantly reveal to her that I’m into vore, and after telling her what it is her eyes widen in surprise and she just says, “oh.”

We say goodbye to each other and I go home, agonizing over the date and her mannerisms and overthinking literally everything like the gay little disaster I am.

And then I get a text. From her. And it’s a video.

I open it up and she’s standing in her bedroom, grinning warmly. She explains, “I thought about what you told me, and I wanted to do something special for you.”

She picks up a container and there’s a tiny inside, a man, who looks 0% frightened and 110% pissed off. My jaw probably drops at this point.

“Don’t ask how, but I managed to get my ex-husband shrunk down to a more… bite-sized helping.”

He looks about 4-6 inches tall, like he fits perfectly on her palm. She picks him up by the collar of his shirt, licking her lips. Her ex starts thrashing and shouting at her to let him go, put him down, how she’s a psycho and he’s glad he divorced her, etc.

She completely ignores his protests and his shouts of anger and just smiles into the camera.

“This one’s for you, sweetie~”

She lowers him towards her mouth.

“You crazy bitch! Let me go! I swear to God I’ll-”

Slurp. Her lips close around him before he can finish. I hear a loud gulp on camera and she tilts her head up as she slowly, seductively traces his shape down her throat.

Then she lifts up her shirt revealing her bare tummy. She hums softly, posing with her arms above her head, and the video is in such high quality that I’m able to see the exact moment he lands in her stomach.

She lets out a small burp, chuckling as she pats her belly. Pulling the camera close, she says in a milky purr, “Wanna listen?”

Immediately she presses her phone up to the center of her belly, and I hear the loud roar of her stomach fill my headphones. Between all the glorps and gurgles of her sexy stomach, I can hear the muffled sounds of her ex-husband’s voice. He’s cursing her, screaming at her and demanding to be let out.

“Bet you wish that was you, huh?” she asks. Her mature voice goes even lower as she teases me.

The video focuses on the close-up of her belly for a few minutes. She’s moving it every now and then so that it slowly sloshes up and down, like a belly dancer. I can hear the digestive groans of her ex inside, being felt up and squeezed by her walls. The sounds both relax me and turn me on, and being able to watch him squirm inside of her is really something else ❤️

“Come with me.”

She takes the camera with her as she walks down to the kitchen, where she opens up the fridge and takes out a bottle of wine. She places the camera on the kitchen counter, angling it so that the view is just under her belly.

I can see the writhing form of her prey as he gets churned around by her stomach walls. She uncorks the wine, pours herself a glass, lifts it up towards the camera in a toast.

“Cheers,” she says slyly, and she begins downing the glass.

I can hear the wine filling her up and entering her tummy, sloshing around inside as the wiggling lump of her ex-husband cries out. He disappears from view for a second until she pushes out her stomach, and I hear the bubbling of brewing wine mixed with the occasional groans of a liquid-filled gut. I can only imagine him sloshing around in there with the wine…

“Oh, I’m gonna feel that in the morning-”*uurrp!!*

She walks back to the bedroom, pressing the phone to her belly so that I can hear each slosh of its contents as she ascends the staircase.

“You know, I can feel that bastard struggling in there... I think he's trying to give me indigestion. Like he hasn’t already given me enough bellyaching when we were married! ... I'm sure you'd be much better behaved~"

Hearing back into the bedroom, she lays on the bed. She points the phone down at her tummy and pats it. The noises from inside are clear as day on the video.

About a minute or so of rubbing her active belly, she pulls down her jeans and tugs on the band of her underwear so that more of her lower belly is visible.

“Wanna see something cool?” she asks.

She puts the camera down with her other hand and feels around for her ex-husband, pressing down on a slightly bulging spot on her tummy.

“There he is,” she mumbles.

Then, she takes the front of her fingers and massages deep into her belly, kneading, pressing into her gut with an audible glorp.

I watch as she pushes the shape along her skin, towards her pelvis, and with a rush I realize what she’s doing. A particularly loud gurgle sounds out from her middle as she guides him down into her lower belly. I hear his muffled moaning as he shifts through her.

“Oohhh, I think he’s in my intestines now~” she says seductively.

I can see the wiggling form below her belly button, and I imagine what it must be like for him in there. So tight, and hot, and wet, and slippery… I wonder how much he’s filling out her bowels as he moves around inside…

She hums in delight and traces circles around him. His struggles pick up the pace as he seemingly tries to fight his way out of his ex-wife’s body. She squirms in pleasure, twirling the elastic band of her underwear and rubbing her lower belly with her other.

Eventually her body tires him out, and when his movements begin to slow, she pulls the elastic out and snaps it back so that it covers the bulge he makes completely. Covered by both flesh and cloth now, her belly bulge of an ex-husband whimpers faintly. His fate is sealed; her stomach gives a satisfied grumble.

Lifting the camera, she says, “Did you enjoy your surprise, honey? Ah, I hope you did. I can’t wait to see you again… and I’d love to feel you inside me. I’m still new to this whole thing, maybe you could give me some pointers. And I’m sure your cute little body would fill me riiight up~”

She looks down at her abdomen and frowns, huffs out a sigh, and finishes with, “Gotta go now, my hubby isn’t- *hic* quite agreeing with me…”

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thefanciestborrower · 3 months

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True friendship is taking a sip of that wine you hate because your bestie wants some

#More of my detective story guys!#Henry is a gross little man he absolutely does not mind drinking pre-drunk wine #It’s still good if you catch it as it comes in you know?#soft vore #safe vore #g/t vore #arts #oc vore #oc thomas #oc henry

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so-very-small · 9 months

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(tw for violence/death in this post; it’s about horror movies but g/t)

im in my Horror Movie era and like. i keep thinking how terrifying would a g/t horror movie be. a tiny protagonist in an oversized world could be so so scary. bugs, animals, unaware humans, even things just like struggling to get consistent meals or finding somewhere genuinely safe enough to rest. you could go psychological thriller about a recently shrunk person struggling to cope. you could have a slasher flick where the slasher is just an unaware giant.

i want Midsommar but it’s a borrower joining a fairy cult. i want Saw where it’s a borrower making traps for humans because they just hate giants. i want Hereditary with the added struggle of a mixed size family dynamic. i want whatever batshit original concepts A24 could do with a g/t dynamic

anyways i think there’s a huge potential for size horror and man. a movie like that would terrify me

#g/t #violence tw #ig? i am being so careful rn i know this a lot of ppls cup of tea #also discresion advised for these following tags #but like. have yall seen Nope. do u know THAT scene from Nope #i dont want to spoil anything but. the vore scene #i was so fucking viscerally uncomfortable when i saw that and i love it #like i love vore! but jesus fucking christ. holy shit. that scene made me realize how scary a gt size story could be #im watching a lot of horror lately and none of them r like. rlly scaring me #idk why i like to be scared so much. catharsis ig. i wanna be terrified

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celebrityfootlicker · 7 months

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Zedd - Vore

I sat inside the airport waiting for my delayed flight, these places are always the most uncomfortable since they don’t have any way of separating the tinies from the regular sized people I end up sitting in a regular seat hoping nobody would try to sit on top of me. After another hour a man sits next to me slightly scruffy looking he leans back in his corner seat and props up one of his feet behind me almost squishing me in the process “uh excuse me” the man looks down at me and quickly moves his foot “oh my god I’m so sorry I didn’t see you there” you laugh and tell him it’s okay “they really need to add a tiny section to this place” you agree “I’m Anton by the way, you?” you tell the man your name he smiles a bit “nice to meet you, you waiting on the delayed flight too?” you nod as the man sighs and sits back. After a few minutes of silence another person comes by and see’s your seat not noticing you he’s about to sit right on you before Anton stops him telling him to watch where he sits the man walks away “hey uh if you want I have an idea so you don’t get bothered while we wait” curiously you look at Anton “I could eat you and have you sit in my stomach till the flights ready that way nobody tries to mess with you”.

A bit reluctant you think for a bit Anton doesn’t seem untrustworthy or anything “okay” you say and immediately a smile comes to his face “Perfect I always wondered how it felt having one of you guys in my stomach” he holds out a hand and you hop on, he brings you to his mouth opening it slowly the strands of saliva hang from several spots and the warm rush of air pushes you back “hop in I won’t bite, promise” you breathe and head inside the tongue was soft yet firm holding you up as he mistakenly moved it to the left, you fall into a pile of saliva underneath his tongue “ugh so gross”. He quickly pushes you back up above his tongue “sorry not used to having tinies in there, ready?” you think for a second “why can’t I just stay in your mouth?” you ask “well this is kind of embarrassing, but I could really use some food my stomachs pretty empty, but I’ll let you out after like I said” hesitant and a little suspicious you agree, you head to the back of his mouth soft sounds of rumbling can be hear from Antons stomach.

You tell Anton you’re ready “ok little guy, hope it’s a nice and comfy trip down” the back of his tongue rose squeezing you into his throat you slid down face first, the saliva made you easily slide down and not even a minute later you land with a plop in the stomach. The stomach is empty and wet dripping with gastric fluids the inhaling and exhaling from Anton expands and shrinks the stomach walls. Anton feels you inside his stomach and rubs it from the outside “glad you made it down, I’ll let you know when the plane is about to board” you feel comfortable with being inside Anton trusting him getting comfortable inside the stomach and relaxing on the soft muscles makes you almost want to fall asleep, but you stay awake on your phone the light from your screen showing the empty stomach.

Anton keeps you in there for a few hours humming and listening to music the sounds from outside mostly blocked by the stomach walls, finally the attendants speak “hello everyone we are now boarding the delayed flight please enter and have your tickets ready” Anton gets up shaking the stomach around “Okay we’re boarding buddy ready to get out?” thinking for a second you consider staying in the stomach it’s nice and warm plus Antons been nothing but nice “Hey I feel bad leaving your stomach empty after you helped me out so much, If you’re okay with it I want to stay in here and digest for you” the stomach rumbles “are you sure Y/N? I can last the trip not that I don’t want to digest you but it’ll be painful and slow” you chuckle “I know but I’ll bear it as thank you” standing your ground Anton says “okay but don’t blame me when you start screaming from pain, cause I promise you my little snack I won’t be letting you out” Anton laughs as he grabs his luggage and heads onto the plane the stomach shakes the whole time “I left your stuff on the chair and threw away your ticket since you won’t be needing it anymore right little snack?” you agree and he sits in his chair. You hear the fumbling of a bag a few minutes later a small pile of mush falls on your head “they gave out nuts while we boarded guess, I won’t be relying on just you for food” questioning for a second you ask “do you still need me in here then?” with a pat to his stomach “of course you gave up, your food now so digest with the pile of mushy food like a good boy” he laughs again as you relax the acids start to build up the pile of mush is reduced to nothing in almost an instant while your legs take a big longer to break down the searing heat on your skin makes you yelp in pain “hey Anton I think I might be changing my mind” a snore is heard from outside “Anton please wake up!” you yell and bang on the walls waking him up “Dude shut up in there like I said you’re staying in there no matter what so stop complaining you choose this” those words echo around you as you fall to your knees and let the acids break you down you hear a voice from the outside “Hello sir would you like any food or drinks?” not even a minute later a waterfall lands on your melted body “finally some food, tiny didn’t fill me at all” he rubs his stomach again “guess you did hold me over though, like the good little snack you are”

#male vore #male vore story #gay vore #g/t #m/m #anton zaslavski #zedd #male pred #men #fettish #digestion #stomach #story

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voraciousvore · 2 months

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Giganterra (Chapter 10)

Prologue/ TOC | Previous (9) | Next (11)

Content Warning: NSFW/ 18+!! Nonconsensual sex and vore (soft and safe)

Word Count: 3.5k

------ Chapter 10: A Full Belly ------

King Richard Hardon casually sauntered off to his private quarters, accompanied by his shadow, Ajax. The four women remaining in the cage—Candy, Jackie, Eren, and Addison—trembled as his giant form loomed over them. He didn’t break his gaze as he burned with hunger and lust. In particular, he kept returning to Candy. Eren was pretty enough, Jackie was plain, and Addison was too twiggy for his preferences, but Candy was perfect. He drank in the delicious sight of her big boobs, shapely body, and dainty features. He couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into her and taste her.

He climbed the stairs to his personal wing of the castle. Ajax stood guard at the door while the king entered his chambers. The room was dominated by a huge and luxurious bed with a sturdy wooden canopy frame that stretched from floor to ceiling. The bed was furnished with curtains of rich purple silk that matched the sheets. King Richard set the cage on his bed and sat down alongside it while his personal servant undressed him. Once his cumbersome outer layers of formal clothes were removed, leaving him in a soft linen undershirt and braies, he dismissed his servant so he was alone with his human prey.

The humans quivered with fear as their little confined lifeboat wallowed in a sea of purple silk. Every time the giant shifted on the mattress, they could feel the influence of his immense mass bobbing their iron boat on the silky sea, the springs of the mattress creaking and popping under his weight. He sighed with contentment, as deep as a gale of wind in a storm, as he propped up his back on a plush mountain of pillows and stretched his enormous legs out like mountain ranges of hairy living flesh. The women shirked back at the sight, submerged in raw terror. Would this be their grave as the giant slaughtered them one by one, sinking them into the crushing darkness of his throat and drowning them in his stomach? He placed the cage in between his outstretched legs, right up to his crotch, with a smirk.

“Miiiiilllliiieeee, darling! I’m back!” the king sang. He pulled aside one of the curtains to access the adjacent nightstand, which had a small glass enclosure on top. There was a human-sized bed, couch, and dresser inside, but compared to the giant room the furnishings looked like they were made for a doll. The tiny woman inside presented like a doll as well, with striking blue eyes reminiscent of marbles, fine blonde hair, and a slim, modest figure in a light dress. She had noticeable bags under her eyes, bruised with fatigue. The giant reached into her terrarium and scooped the woman out with his hand.

“Oh, so lovely to see you, Your Majesty!” Millie responded. Although she injected a positive inflection into her voice, there was a distinct note of pure despair that bled through. She was not happy to see him, not at all. She relished the few moments she had alone, when she wasn’t forced to be anywhere near the giant king, whether she was riding in his pocket or his belly, and she resented the interruption.

King Richard didn’t seem to notice her sorrow or care, however. He brought her up to his lips and gave her a sensual kiss that included rubbing his tongue over her exposed skin and even gently nibbling her with his teeth. She cringed, especially when his teeth gnawed on her breasts, but didn’t verbally protest. Her eyes watered with tears.

“Aren’t you going to kiss me back, sweetie?” Hardon questioned. His words were saccharine, but laced with the undercurrent of a threat. Millie whimpered softly before reciprocating with a small peck on his lower lip. His lips peeled back into a smug smile that turned her stomach.

“Oh, Millie, darling! How I adore thee!” the giant cooed, nuzzling her limp body with his nose. “Look, I brought you some new friends!” Millie’s frown deepened as the giant held her towards the cage so she could see the others. Jackie’s heart broke as she saw the poignant sadness etched into her expression. Millie gave them all a look of pained sympathy, cursed with the knowledge of what was to come.

King Richard hummed happily as he dropped Millie onto the wide expanse of his belly. She didn’t try to run: She knew there was no point, and she’d never escape him. He gripped the cage in his fingers, opened the door, and wormed his giant hand inside. The women shrieked and clambered to avoid him as their world rapidly morphed into a living nightmare, but he easily pinched Jackie between his fingers and tugged her out.

“No!” she cried. “Please don’t eat me!” The king sneered at her pleas. He obtained a vial of glowing blue fluid and dripped a single drop on her head. She shivered as the mysterious liquid was absorbed into her body. “W-what was that?” she stuttered.

Hardon didn’t bother to explain. He loved it when his prey was frightened and thrashed in his gut, unaware of the effects of the magical potion that prevented digestion. “Hm. Your looks leave something to be desired,” he remarked, squishing her face between his index finger and thumb. Despite the situation, Jackie deflated a bit with his insult. The king played with her in his hand, feeling up her body as she squirmed, and cocked an eyebrow. “Let’s see how you look without that dress.”

“What? No!” Hardon plucked at her fine dress and tore it off with ease. Jackie gasped, reflexively trying to cover up her nudity. The king grinned, stroking her up and down with his finger. She turned a ghastly pale shade as he raised the small naked woman up to his lips. “Stop!”

She tried to kick him, but instead the giant caught her legs in his mouth and slurped half her body inside. She shrieked with terror. His lips curved into a leer as he sampled her exquisite flavor, clearly enjoying himself. Jackie clawed at his face as she was slowly sucked further and further inside, up to her belly, then her chest, then her neck, so only her head was poking out. She felt his enormous tongue wrapping around her body, sliding all over her skin as she was enveloped in heat and wetness. His teeth teased her, kneading her back and chest with the alarming reminder that he could bite down at any time and end her life.

Jackie screamed, but she was cut off as her head was lapped into his mouth with the rest of her. The remaining group watched with terror as the giant’s lips and cheeks smacked and pulsed with movement, as he shuffled her around in his mouth. He paused and gave a full swallow, sighing with pleasure as her body slid down his throat. His neck throbbed as her small body passed through, to the horror of the other humans. Millie shuddered as his belly gurgled and filled out slightly underneath her. His crotch, too, bulged with arousal.

“Mmmmm, what a treat,” Hardon praised, licking his lips. His gaze settled on the cage, his pale eyes flashing with ravenous energy. “Who’s next?” He reached his hand out again, sending his victims into pandemonium as they bounced off each other like ping pong balls. He snagged Eren and dragged her out by her leg, kicking and screaming as she swung upside-down in his grasp.

“You repulsive ogre! Let go of me!” she shouted, brandishing her fist.

The giant king chuckled. “Mouthy, aren’t you? Perfect. I like my girls with some spunk.” He flipped her around and slapped her into his palm as she swore at him with venom. A drop of liquid fell on her head and absorbed into her body like a sponge, making her tingle with an odd cooling effect. Another drop splashed on her neck, but this one was an entirely different substance, warm and wet and smelly, and Eren realized with disgust that it was saliva dripping from the giant’s greedy maw.

Eren was filled with a white-hot rage as he began to tear at the stitching on the back of her dress with his fingertips. She felt helpless as she pushed against the folds of his palm with her hands, with no result. Her dress ripped at the seams and she felt his hot breath on her bare back as his face hovered over her. He ogled her figure with pleasure and gently ran the thick tip of his finger over her exposed shoulder blades and down her spine. Eren wanted to scream.

With no other option available, Eren did the only thing she could think to do and bit the crease of his hand as hard as she could. The king let out a gasp of surprise as her teeth sank into his skin; his hold on her loosened enough for her to wriggle out of his grip. She took a wild leap of faith and jumped out of his hand, falling until she landed on his broad chest and tumbled down to his belly. Despite her disorientation, she scrambled to regain her footing on the squishy surface and sprinted away blindly as fast as possible, shoving Millie out of the way in the process. Her tattered dress was disintegrating, leaving her torso fully exposed as the ripped top dropped around her waist. She tripped over the bottom half of the cumbersome garment and ended up with her face buried in fabric. Before she could get up, she felt pressure from the pads of two gigantic fingers cinch her hips and she was thrust into the air swiftly enough to make her nauseous.

“Nice try,” the king taunted, “but there’s no escaping me, you naughty little vixen.” He grasped the lacy hem of her dress and ripped the whole thing off with a flick of his wrist. His lustful eyes raked her naked form up and down as she persisted in fruitless struggle. His stomach growled and he raised her up to the wide expanse of his lips. Eren shuddered as the giant pair of pink lips parted like the curtains on a stage, revealing teeth draped in strands of saliva and moist darkness beyond. Eren cried out as the fingers forced her inside and the jaws closed around her, extinguishing the light.

Just like with Jackie, the humans could do nothing but observe helplessly as the wriggling lump that was once recognizable as a person shifted from cheek to cheek. Candy fancied, at one point, she could even see the outline of a tiny hand pressing out against the skin, desperate for an escape. The king tilted his head back, allowing the tasty woman to slide into his gullet, before contracting his throat muscles in a mighty gulp. He traced Eren’s path through his esophagus with his finger, letting out a soft moan of pleasure as she passed into his stomach. Millie cringed as his belly expanded and twitched beneath her with a raucous grumble.

“Ahhhhh...” the giant sighed, rubbing his belly with his hand. “I can feel them squirming inside, can’t you Millie?” He grinned at her expectantly, and she gave a small nod, her eyes swimming with tears. Without any more preamble, he reached into the cage and snatched up his next living snack, Addison. She didn’t make a sound, only flailing weakly in his fingers, as if too frail to properly resist. The king frowned with mild dissatisfaction as he examined her, picking at her feeble, matchstick limbs and rotating her in his hand.

Hardon huffed. “Why would that lunkhead Chester approve this?” he mumbled. He stripped her clothes off, the grooves in his face deepening with his disgust. “She’s too thin. In fact, she’s half-starved.” He gave her a probing lick, causing her to whine with fear. “She doesn’t even taste that good.” Addison shivered, covered in spit.

“Well, whatever.” The king dripped the magic anti-digestion potion on her head. “Down the hatch you go.” He dangled her over his mouth and nonchalantly dropped her inside. She squealed like a butchered pig as she disappeared into the void. Unlike with the others, the king didn’t toss her around in his mouth, instead opting to swallow her right away. Even though he considered the offering mediocre, he still smiled and massaged his belly with his hands as she joined the others in his increasingly full stomach, which gurgled noisily with the addition of fresh meat. “Not too bad, I suppose.”

A bolt of electricity jolted through Candy as his wolfish eyes turned to her with avaricious yearning. “One more.” She scrambled to get away, pressing herself against the bars as if believing she could morph into a gelatinous ooze and miraculously squeeze through. His fingers pinched around her and pulled her out. He lifted her high in the air, bringing her in close to his face to admire her. Candy, roiling in terror, started to cry.

“P-please... let me go...” she wailed pathetically, pushing against his fingertips.

The giant man ignored her as he devoured her delectable flesh with his eyes. After placing a drop of the magic potion on her head, he began to take off her clothes, unwrapping her like a special present until she was displayed to him in all her feminine glory. “Beautiful,” he murmured, tracing his finger down her side. Candy trembled as he explored her curvaceous body with his huge fingers: bouncing her breasts; sliding up and down her thighs, inside and out; sensually touching her narrow waist, slim belly, and cute little backside. His lips parted with carnal passion as he leaned forward, closer and closer, over her and all around her with his overwhelming mass. She was bathed in humid breath.

“You’re perfect,” he said reverently, almost in a whisper. “Oh lord... and I haven’t even tasted you yet...” His mouth watered with anticipation. He drew her in closer to his open lips, his tongue emerging like a primordial beast from the cavernous depths. Candy whimpered as the huge tongue slid over her frontal form, from her feet to her chin, bathing her in saliva. The king moaned with pleasure and continued to lick her like a lollipop all over, in all her sweet spots, waxing with gluttonous lust.

As he tasted and teased her, he was overcome with erotic sensory overload and his hand slid down into his shorts. Millie sat dumbly on her plush belly perch, trying to block out everything that was happening around her and praying that the giant had forgotten about her as he moaned louder and jerked himself off. He began to nibble Candy with his lips, bringing her further and further into his mouth with every stroke of his lips and tongue. Candy struggled, but she couldn’t fight him as she was finally pulled over the threshold of his teeth.

She cried out as the teeth closed around her and she was completely engulfed in the soggy inside of the giant’s mouth, surrounded by walls of bone rimmed with gums, with a fleshy tongue below and curved palate above. The tongue continued to wrestle her down, throwing her about, pressing her against the teeth, dragging her underneath into the hot meaty bowl full of drool below, weighing her down in a suffocating embrace. At the base of the maw, she could feel his blood pulsing through his veins in an excited rush. His moans of pleasure rumbled the stale air around her.

The tongue scooped her back up and to her horror she found herself sliding back, towards the foreboding gullet that provided ingress to the throat. She screamed and tried to surge forward, but the tongue reared up and forced her backwards. Her feet sank into the precipitous drop below, and the throat muscles clamped down on her and dragged her under. She only had a moment to desperately claw at the squishy tongue before she was sucked into the abyss.

Candy’s scream was choked out as the swallowing motion crushed the wind from her lungs. She sank down a terrifying distance, smashed on all sides, as the deafening boom of the giant’s heartbeat and breathing vibrated through his flesh. She struggled as panic consumed her rational mind, but the powerful esophagus clenched her so tightly that she couldn’t even push back, with her arms folded against her chest. Suddenly, her legs broke free and she wriggled them wildly as she was squeezed through a ring of muscle.

She fell through open space into a lake of hot acid. The gastric fluid churned and bubbled around her with rhythmic motions from the wrinkled stomach walls, groaning and rumbling loudly as the stomach worked to digest its contents. Something snapped inside Candy’s mind at the sight and she flipped out, thrashing wildly in a futile effort to escape. She punched and kicked the walls and floundered as she was stirred in the current. She accidentally elbowed something soft that let out a squeak of pain.

“Ouch! Watch it!” Eren hissed. Candy turned to behold Eren floating alongside her in the boiling juices. She looked scared, furious, and disheveled, but what caught Candy’s attention was that her skin was glowing softly, like a paper lantern. Candy glanced down and realized her hands and arms were glowing too, with an ethereal light that weakly illuminated the hollow cavity around them. She was even more baffled, disoriented, and shaken up than before. She didn’t understand why any of this was happening, and she was terrified of dying.

“We need to get out of here!” she screeched, pummeling the squishy innards more. She bumped into Addison, who was huddled up like a lost child and sobbing uncontrollably. Jackie, too, was somewhere inside the stomach, her haunted howls of despair echoing in the fleshy chamber as she fought her gastric confinement.

Candy lost it. She wailed and cried and bemoaned what a fool she had been, to think she even had a chance to be with the giant knight who was supposedly fated to be her lover. She should’ve never listened to that fortune teller, the deceitful old hag. She never expected something so horrible to happen to her, and now she was going to die because of her own stupidity. She wasn’t ready. She couldn’t accept her failure. Her sanity slipped away as she continued to lash out, embroiled in a flood of negative emotions: regret, pain, sadness, anger, defeat, and above all, terror.

On the outside, King Richard belched with satisfaction and patted his engorged belly, which was quite full after being stuffed with four tasty maidens. He enveloped Millie, who was shaking, gently in his palm and pressed her firmly into the fat of his belly. “Can you hear them in there?” he asked her with a devious chuckle.

Millie replied with a small nod. His stomach twitched and groaned with all the struggling going on inside. She could hear, muted by the thick walls of meat, tortured screams and loud squelches as the multitude of tiny prey panicked inside, not yet understanding that they were at least safe from digestion. She pushed against the giant’s belly with her palms, trying to pull away, but the giant king simply pressed her harder into his body, his belly jiggling as he laughed cruelly. Tears ran down her cheeks. She knew their pain all too well, having been ingested by the evil giant too many times to count.

“There’s room for one more,” Hardon teased, tapping his belly with the fingers of his opposite hand. Millie trembled with dread as the color sapped out of her face.

“No... anything but that...” she whimpered.

“Well then. You know what I want you to do.” The pressure on her let up as the giant loosened his hand. Millie let out a shaky sigh and wiped her eyes with her forearm. She crawled on rubbery limbs down the curve of his belly, towards his groin. She could clearly see how sexually stimulated he was from devouring the tiny women, with his enormous erection rising above her head, dwarfing her. With another heavy sigh, and a sick twisting in her guts, Millie slid under the waistband of his braies to access the tall pillar within.

King Richard reclined on his bed with sublime pleasure, folding his arms behind his head and closing his eyes. He moaned with satisfaction and shifted his legs while his hard cock was stroked up and down by tiny hands and limbs as Millie performed for him. He also thoroughly enjoyed the ceaseless squirming in his gut. Fresh prey was the best, with how lively and terrified they were. A smile graced his lips as he thought about his favorite new addition to his collection, the big-breasted blonde lady. She was both delicious and beautiful. As much as he adored Millie, he thought to himself that this new girl might be his favorite now. He would tame her, break her, and make her his own. She would be his forever.

Chapter 11

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wutwutno1 · 24 days

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Vizzy Nom

Based off of @stormtheskyelf2 's Lizzy headcanon story idea Idea origin: https://www.tumblr.com/stormtheskyelf2/747575904113393664/lizzy-headcanon-anon-btw-you-have-some?source=share Read tags before reading. You have been warned

“Damn purple thing.”

V flew through the bunker halls, looking for Lizzy. Her wings wired softly as the anti-grav engines hummed away, propelling her forward through the cold air.

V felt the cool air rushing past her, making the already naturally cold six inch tall drone feel even colder.

“I will so get her back for this. . .”

V continued with her flight, although she knew she’d have to stop before her engines got too cold to function.

V looked around at the looming pieces of furniture and massive doors rushed past as she flew past them. She found a suitable box to land on and circled back to it. Her peg feet landed on them with a soft click.

V’s wings retracted into her back. V shuddered, feeling the cold metal enter her barely-warm-enough-to-function body. One of the many downsides of being tiny.

V sat on the box and huddled up to herself. V looked around. This hall was full of lockers and posters relating to school and education. V saw a few posters for the prom that was more than a month ago. V scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“Ugh. They still have those up? These are some lazy worker drones. At least I’m at the school. Lizzy’s class should be ending in a few minutes. I just gotta wait and pray she comes through here.”

As if on cue, the school bell rang, and students began filing out of the classrooms. V watched as each student passed, waiting for her friend to walk past.

V saw Lizzy’s blond hair among the crowd of semi-mindless worker drones. V checked her core temperature, and upon deciding it was safe for her to make the short flight, unfurled her wings and took off. She flew up into the air and began to glide down to Lizzy, targeting her head.

Lizzy felt a something small splat on the back of her head and latch on. Instinctively, she grabbed it. Whatever it was, it felt like an action figure had clung to the back of her head. Lizzy felt it cling to her hand as she brought it to her face to inspect.

V landed in Lizzy’s hair and latched on. She clung to Lizzy's hair, relishing the slight warmth it offered, until someone yanked her away once more. V squeaked reflexively and clung to the hand that tore her away. It was warm. It was nice.

“V?! What are you wearing?!” Lizzy shrieked before changing to a more calm and smug tone, “Also, what happened to you?”

V looked at her outfit. She had ditched her crop-top jacket for an actual winter coat and snow pants since her body could barely keep up with the cold and keep her warm enough to function. V sighed and looked up at Lizzy.

“Old one was too cold. I will literally die wearing anything else.”

V let go of Lizzy’s fingers, not wanting to ruin her image in front of Lizzy.

“As for what happened, Uzi was using her freak powers and shrunk me. She says it was an ‘accident,’ but I think it was on purpose.

Lizzy laughed. Her grip on V loosened until V was just sitting on her flat palm.

“Are you still going to the sleepover?”

“Yes. I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”

“Well, does my tiny little killer need a lift?”

V blushed slightly at Lizzy calling her her little killer, but it quickly went away.

“I will rip your voice box out of your throat once I’m big again, but yes. I do need a lift.”

“Ha!”

Lizzy and V knew V’s threat wasn’t genuine. V has never followed through with a threat to Lizzy, but it didn’t matter. Lizzy lifted V and placed her on her shoulder. V gladly sat down and leaned on Lizzy’s neck, blushing lightly as she did so.

“What are you doing?”

“Shut up. I need the warmth. I will literally die without it. This doesn’t mean anything. Shut up.”

Lizzy just chuckled and began walking to her living quarters. . . .

Lizzy arrived and opened the door. Only one other girl arrived and was already sitting on Lizzy’s couch.

Rebecca lazed on Lizzy’s couch waiting for Lizzy to arrive. Once Lizzy did she slowly stood up.

“Took ya long enough.”

“Shut up. Where is everyone else?”

Rebecca shrugged.

“Jess is dead, Becky has a virus, and Diane had better things to do.”

“Damn. So just us three, huh?”

“Three?”

“Oh yeah.”

Lizzy grabbed V off her shoulder and held her in her cupped hands.

“V’s here, even though she’s so tiny.”

V grumbled and crossed her arms while sitting in Lizzy's cupped hands, giving the impression that she was annoyed to be there. Rebecca looked between Lizzy and V. She knew they had a crush on each other, but were unwilling to show it. Rebecca grinned, already formulating plans to get them to confess.

“Alright then. Let's get this party started!”

The girls then went to Lizzy’s room. They started with a few games and a movie. After a few hours, they began to play Truth or Dare. Rebecca knew this was her chance. She just had to set them up perfectly.

Rebecca already had a plan. She had recently learned of vore, and she was going to dare Lizzy to vore v, knowing she wouldn’t do it. Lizzy would then have to confess her feelings for V to explain why she wasn't taking the dare. It was foolproof!

“Okay, that was pretty stupid V. Now then, Lizzy. Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Lizzy said, smugly.

Rebecca grinned. Now was her chance.

“I dare you to vore V!”

Lizzy and V paused. This was unexpected of Rebecca. They both knew what vore was, but they were now thinking that Rebecca was a fan of it.

V laughed while Lizzy blushed. V knew that Lizzy wouldn’t do it, which is why Lizzy’s next words made her oil feel even colder than it already was.

“Okay. I’ll do it.”

V jerked her head to face Lizzy, confusion etched on her face.

“Excuse me?”

V yelped as Lizzy’s fingers grabbed her coat hood and lifted her into the air. V kicked and thrashed as Lizzy brought the tiny morsel of a drone to her face.

“It’ll be fine, V. It’s warm in there, I promise.”

Rebecca watched on in horror as Lizzy lifted V above her mouth. Lizzy opened her maw and allowed her warm breath to waft over V, causing the smaller drone to tremble.

“W-wait, Lizzy! C-can’t we talk about this?”

Without a word, Lizzy drops V into her mouth. Lizzy’s jaws snap shut behind V as she felt Lizzy’s soft tongue sink beneath her. V pushed against the roof of Lizzy’s mouth, trying to open her mouth, but Lizzy’s spongy tongue just compressed and sunk more.

Lizzy giggled feeling V wiggle in her mouth. It was a weird feeling, but she liked it. Lizzy did a mental countdown and swallowed, pulling V halfway into her throat. Lizzy could feel V’s legs kicking in her throat. It tickled, but Lizzy was on a mission. She couldn’t fail this dare.

On the second swallow, Lizzy's throat completely engulfed V, dragging her down to her stomach. Lizzy traced V’s descent with her finger, feeling her wiggle all the way down. Lizzy turned back to Rebecca, who had wide hollow eyes and was covering her mouth in a mix of horror and shock.

“What?”

“Y-you actually ate her.”

“What, didn’t think I’d do it?”

“Y-yeah? You were supposed to say no and confess your feelings for V. . .”

*Lizzy blushes and averts her gaze. Her arms instinctively cross over her abdomen.

“F-feelings? For V?”

Inside Lizzy’s stomach, V was panicking. V kicked and thrashed against the soft spongy walls. It was warm and slimy in Lizzy’s tummy. V couldn’t believe that Lizzy had gone through with the dare.

V looked around the space. The pink glow from LEDs hidden in the folds of the walls illuminated the grey walls that V looked around. V was half submerged in a pink glowing liquid that dripped from the walls. The space was soft and warm. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was panicking and in Lizzy’s stomach, V might have enjoyed it. The walls absorbed all of V’s attempts to escape, making V feel trapped and alone.

Lizzy could feel V’s struggles. Lizzy’s smile widened as she turned to Rebecca.

“I can feel her squirming in there!”

“Y-you can? Um. . . Can I feel?”

Lizzy shrugged and lifted her shirt, and guided Rebecca’s hand to her abdomen. To her shock, Rebecca could feel V’s struggles.

“Oh, wow. . . I can feel her. . . Do you mind if I?”

Rebecca lowers her head and presses her ear to Lizzy’s stomach. Lizzy blushed, but didn’t stop her. Lizzy placed a hand on Rebecca’s head, pressing her softly to the soft fabric that separates her and V.

“Wow, I can actually hear her!”

Rebecca raises her head and looks Lizzy in the eyes.

“So, what are you going to do with her now?”

Lizzy thought for a moment before answering,

“I think I’m going to keep her in there for a while. Come on. Let's watch a movie.”

V felt her world rock as Lizzy stood up and started walking. She grunts in frustration with every bounce of Lizzy’s step.

Rebecca and Lizzy make themselves comfortable on the couch and start to watch a movie. It was a cheesy comedy, but neither drone laughed. Both drones kept the movie on for background noise as they pulled out their phones and started to browse social media.

V had remained still for a good few minutes after Lizzy had sat down. She waited for Lizzy to say or do anything, anything to tell her she wasn’t being forgotten. V got tired of waiting and halfway through the film, started to kick and struggle.

Lizzy noticed V’s kicks and placed her hand over her stomach, gently letting V know she wasn’t being forgotten.

V felt Lizzy’s hand over her and sighed in relief. She decided to try and talk to Lizzy and tell her she wanted out.

“Hey, Lizzy? Can you let me out now?”

Lizzy glanced at her stomach from her phone, hearing V’s voice. She let out a single snicker and smiled, shaking her head.

“In a bit, V. Relax, okay? Everything will be fine.”

Lizzy suddenly felt a sharp jab in her abdomen and doubled over, groaning in pain. V had bit Lizzy’s stomach wall. V’s saliva instantly repaired the little damage she caused, but it happened long enough to give Lizzy a little sting.

“Okay, okay. I’ll let you out of there! Just chill for a moment!”

Lizzy stood up and made her way to the bathroom. Once inside, she closed the door and locked it. She didn’t want Rebecca, or god forbid, her dad to see her spit out V.

Lizzy braced herself, leaning on the sink and slowly working her stomach and throat to squeeze and push V up. V rose higher and higher in Lizzy's throat before she deposited her in her mouth.

Lizzy grabbed a towel and spit V out into it. She began to dry V off while the smaller drone grumbled.

“Sorry about that. I guess I kept you waiting too long, huh?”

V shuddered. She was cold again. The slime and saliva coating her cooling off rapidly and making her feel colder.

“Thank robo-god Lizzy is drying me off,” V thought.

Lizzy finished drying off V and she placed the tiny drone on the corner of the counter. She crouched down to be eye level with V, watching her tail swish angrily behind her.

“So, um. . . About eating you. . .”

“Were you going to digest me?”

“What?”

Were. you. going. to. digest. Me?”

“N-no! Absolutely not! I don’t even think I can digest!”

“So why did you keep me in your tummy so long?!”

Lizzy blushed. She didn’t want to admit it, but she did enjoy having V inside her. However, Lizzy decided to tell V the truth.

“I guess I just liked having such a hot and cute girl inside my stomach.”

This time, it was V’s turn to blush. She thought that Lizzy liked it, but she didn’t think she’d actually admit it. V especially didn’t think Lizzy would call her hot or cute.

“Y-you think I’m hot? And cute?”

V and Lizzy averted their eyes while shuffling in place. Both were flustered, and both knew the other was too.

“Yeah. . . I do. . .”

“W-well um. . . I guess you’re also. . . hot and… cute. . .”

Both stood there, averting their gaze and occasionally glancing back at the other, not saying a word.

“Do you want to. . .”

“Make this official?”

Lizzy and V stared into each other's eyes, trying to see if the other was faking or wasn’t willing, but finding no unwillingness in each other’s eyes.

“Yes,” they both said at the same time.

Lizzy offered her hand for V to climb on, which the tiny disassembler accepted. V quickly climbed onto Lizzy’s hand and sat down. Lizzy lifted V to her face and stood up.

“S-so, how about a quick little. . .”

“Okay. . .”

Lizzy brought V up to her mouth but this time, instead of Lizzy’s lips parting, they puckered out, just like V’s. Lizzy planted her lips on V’s face and the drones kissed. V tried to do the same, but it was a little awkward with Lizzy’s libs engulfing V’s entire face.

The two pulled apart and looked at each other with prominent blushes on both of their faces. They were both quiet for a few seconds before bursting into laughter.

“Better wait for you to get big again before doing that again, huh?”

“Agreed!”

They both relaxed and looked into each other's eyes, smiling warmly. Lizzy glanced away for a second to consider her next words. She had a question for V, but she didn’t know how she would feel about it. Lizzy sighed and decided to continue with it anyway.

“So. . . What was it like… inside my stomach?”

V paused. She took on a thoughtful gaze, trying to think of a response.

“It was… nice. It was very warm and soft. . . I liked it. . .”

V was blushing in embarrassment once she finished her statement.

“Why do you ask?”

“Well, it was nice having you in there. It felt like I was protecting you. I liked having you close like that. . .”

“Would you like to… do that again?” Lizzy whispered under her breath, but V could still hear.

“I um. . . Yes. . .”

Lizzy’s eyes lit up and she smiled, feeling excited. Lizzy was almost shaking in excitement while staring at V, lovingly.

“Honestly though, I’ve heard of this thing called ‘fearplay.’ Would you like to try it out?”

“Whatever floats your boat, hun.”

Lizzy felt like she was melting with how flustered she was at V’s statement. She quickly calmed herself and her tone shifted to better fit the fearplay she was about to perform.

“Okay then. Get ready V.”

Lizzy looked down at V with a wide hungry grin, showing off all her teeth.

“Well, look what we have here. A delectable little treat!”

V giggled and feigned fear.

“Oh no! A big scary monster!”

Lizzy laughed evilly and brought V closer to her jaws.

“Oh yes, I am a big scary monster! And I’m going to eat you!”

“Please don’t eat me!”

Lizzy lowers V and lifts her shirt, exposing her abdomen. She presses V against her stomach and plays a gurgle sound effect.

“I’m gonna eat you. You’re going to go in here! Can you hear it calling for you? Yes, I can tell you’re going to be delicious indeed!”

Lizzy lifts V back to her mouth, opening wide and revealing the dark warm cavern. V can see the little heart-shaped pink LED in the back of Lizzy’s mouth just under her uvula. Pink glowing saliva drips from Lizzy’s mouth, drooling on the poor helpless V.

“I’m gonna eat you, and I’m going to enjoy feeling you struggle helplessly!”

Before V can respond, Lizzy shoves her into her mouth, only V’s tail sticks out of Lizzy’s lips. Lizzy flicks her tongue out and licks the little vial and stinger before slurping it inside. Lizzy manipulates her tongue to turn V around to swallow her pegs first.

Lizzy braces and swallows hard, swallowing V in one gulp. Lizzy licks her lips and pats her stomach affectionately.

“Good luck, morsel! And squirm while you still can!”

Lizzy laughs again before calming down and shifting back to her normal self.

“How was that, V?”

“You definitely need some help! But not bad for your first try!”

Inside Lizzy’s stomach, V shuffles up to one of the stomach walls, getting comfortable in the soft warm space. V smiled, feeling safe and protected despite Lizzy’s earlier words. She knew it was just pretend, so why worry? V closed her eyes and started to enter sleep mode.

Lizzy rubs her abdomen one more time before walking out of the bathroom and joining Rebecca on the couch. The movie was still playing and Rebecca looked up from her phone, turning her head to Lizzy.

“So, how’d it go? And where’s V?”

Lizzy smiled and patted her stomach.

“Let’s just say, your plan to get us to confess our feelings for each other worked.”

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justme315 · 14 days

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Tiny Best Friend 5/5

Final Part

First part:

Previous part:

!warning!

angst, vore mention, vore scare, ¿abuse?, treating a person as an animal, vimioting, blood, curse words

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When Jake began to regain consciousness, everything was different than before. His back and chest hurt terribly, he was also lying on something cold and hard, like... metal? He felt dizzy and had a hard time opening his eyes. He also had a bit of a gag reflex and the taste of blood in his mouth. Despite his sincere intentions, he was unable to sit down and see what was happening around him. He also heard ringing in his ears, but after a while the noise stopped and what he heard was... unusual. Someone was humming a tune. He recognized it, but couldn't remember where from. The voice seemed familiar to him too. He tried hard to open his eyes again. His vision was shrouded in black and blurred images showed through. How did this happen? How did he get there, wherever he was? He remembered that he was in the forest and... His headache blurred his vision of previous events. And the pain in his chest was becoming more and more unbearable. He felt like he was about to vomit his lungs and his entire arteriovenous system at once.

A sigh.

The borrower heard a sigh that sounded awfully familiar. Just like his - former - friend Lucas. Lucas. OH FUCK. Jake suddenly remembered what happened in the forest. He remembered meeting Lucas there. He remembered how Lucas had gone crazy, what he had said about "coming home", how he had shouted at him, how he had invaded his personal space, how he had grabbed him and... That was why Jake's chest was hurting so badly right now. Lucas squeezed him in his hands. He wanted to kill him. Lucas wanted to kill Jake. He turned into a monster. Jake had to get out of there, Lucas was near, he was going to kill him-

"Oh Jake, you're awake" Lucas' voice rang in the borrower's ears. It wasn't hard to hear the human's colossal footsteps. His voice was cold, showed no emotion, was different than usual. Jake tried to open his eyes, but his eyesight was still in poor condition. He could see only hazy shadows in front of him. Despite this, he rose to a standing position but quickly fell back down. He saw blurry shadows and colors moving in front of him - he knew it was Lucas. Jake's mouth filled with blood again and his vision slowly began to clear. He vomited in front of himself and it was almost all red, from what he could see, all blood.

“Oh, Jake… You look so pitiful when you're throwing up blood. I almost feel sorry for you" Lucas's voice mimicked to be concerned at first, but the sentence ended with a cold laugh. "I waited a long time before you woke up. A very long time. I thought you were dying or something. You scared me."

The borrower's vision finally cleared and what he saw made him wish he would still not be able to see. Or maybe even wish that he would have died in this forest.

Cage. He was in a cage.

Jake was in a small cage on Lucas' desk in his room. The cage was metal and impossible to open from the inside, let alone by someone as small as him. How was this possible? Did Lucas put him in a cage? Has he lost all his mind? The boy's body began to tremble more intensely, the vomiting reflex returned, and tears came to his eyes. He was terrified, devastated and furious. But mostly terrified. He wanted to look at Lucas, see what happened, believe it wasn't him at all, but he couldn't. He knew it was Lucas, but he wanted to hold on to a slender hope, he wanted to delude himself that it wasn't true.

"You know... I would feel stupid, even a little sad, if I killed you in that forest" the human voice sounded rough, but on some level also mocking and satirical "If you died there, you wouldn't see what I have prepared for you."

Jake lifted his head slightly and blood continued to drip from his mouth down his chin to the cages floor. His fear began to turn into anger, moreover rage. What right did someone who promised him support, care and safety in every situation have to now behave so recklessly? So terribly? So psychopathic? God only knew what possessed him, but whatever it was, it came from the deepest pits of hell.

"You have prepared something for me? Wow. First a broken rib and a kidnapping, and now another surprise? What a happy day for gifts from such monster." Jake's angry gaze finally reached the human, but he didn't seem bothered it. Besides, the words the borrower spoke didn't sound half as harsh as they were supposed to, because they were spoken by a creature the size of a mouse, locked in a cage, unable to stand on its own feet and spitting blood. Jake was pathetic at best.

"Are you that impatient to know what I'm going to do with you?" Lucas raised an eyebrow.

"It'd be nice to know what you're planning."

"Too bad. I haven't made a final decision yet. Fortunately, you're awake now and giving me more and more great ideas."

"What, are you going to lock me in this cage for the rest of my life and turn me into your little pet?" Jake spat blood "Or are you going to have bipolar disorder again and apologize and say you care about me?"

"You have very optimistic visions" Lucas smiled terrifyingly with teeth "Did you believe that I was really nice? Ha, you are even stupider than I thought. It was a farce, pretending so i could get you. Now you have no chance against me, I can take revenge for how you lied to me and left me. I can show you what the human you wanted so badly to pretend can do to a nothing like you."

Jake's eyes were filled with tears again, but he tried to suppress them.

"So that's how it must be. You were supposed to be a friend, but you turned out to be a monster. A wolf in sheep's clothing".

"You were supposed to be a friend, a human, but you turned out to be an edible animal. Who is really a wolf in sheep’s clothing here?" Lucas' words made Jake unable to hold back his tears anymore and he started shaking harder. The emphasis on the word 'edible' was obvious, and Jake knew it was a warning, maybe even a threat.

"Don't start this whole game of crying and begging for mercy. We both know you're below me in the food chain. You wanted to play "human", so now please, bear the consequences like a human. Maybe you want to fight? Settle it like men, like humans? But I can't promise that I won't crush you into flat with one move." Lucas spoke with a cold smile etched on his large face, looking at the tearful, shaking, terrified Jake with his ice-cold gaze.

Jake looked away from the giant, so as not to show how pathetically terrified he was of what was happening. His voice was shaking too much to speak and his body was hurting too much for him to think about how to get out of this hellish situation. For a moment he even wondered whether such a death would not be the best - quick, very painful, but quick. It was definitely better than what was supposed to happen.

"I even feel a kinda sorry for you" Lucas admitted "Nature hasn't equipped your species with a brain and survival instinct good enough to see through manipulation. But I must admit, you impressed me. When you pretended to be human, I was fooled. Too bad you didn't know back then how it would have ended for you, little creature."

Jake's heart began to beat much faster, his thoughts overwhelmed him, blood rushed to his mouth again, his entire body trembled with fear, and tears flowed mercilessly. The anger died in him. Every emotion but one died in him. He was completely consumed with fear.

Lucas rolled his eyes. "Enough of this talk, it's boring".

The man opened the cage door and before Jake knew it, his hand reached out to grab him. The borrower backed out at the last minute. However, it did not help him much, because despite his great effort to avoid the hand of his former friend aka the monster in front of him, he failed to repeat it and saved his life only for a few more seconds. The hellish pain in his chest cut off his ability to escape, and Lucas grabbed him the second time and took him out of the cage without much effort. Jake struggled, trying to get out of the grip he was in. His heart was beating much too fast and too loud. His breathing was restricted. The pressure on his already damaged chest was piercing him completely and crushing him from the inside. He didn't want to die just yet.

However, the threat of death was not the worst. Jake always believed there had to be something after death, so maybe it wasn't the worst. And even if there was nothing there, it would mean that death would end his suffering and that was comforting in a way. What was much worse was that Lucas could have had every terrible way in the world to kill him. But even that wasn't the worst, no.

The worst thing would be that even though Lucas would kill him, he would still love him. He would still be his brother. In his heart, Lucas would still be the most important person to him.

"Remember when we talked about borrowers?" Lucas smirked and brought the hand that Jake was in closer to himself. Jake gulped.

"Remember how I talked about meals made of borrowers?" his devilish smirk grew "Remember how I said I would eat one while it was still alive? How I would swallow it while it was still alive just to feel it dying in my stomach?".

"I'm b-begging y-you Lucas" Jake sobbed between heavy breaths and tears "Spare m-me".

"Nah, i don't think i will, lil' creature" the human smiled with his sharp teeth, looking down at the scared being in his hands.

Before Jake knew it, the hand he was in moved closer to Lucas' mouth. The human licked his lips.

"Any last words, lil' creature?" Lucas laughed.

Jake began to fall into the large monster's mouth. In the last seconds before colliding with the giant fangs of death, he shouted: "Lucas, please don't! Please Lucas!"

"HEY"

Jake looked around himself. He was sitting on Lucas' bed, the boy was sitting next to him, they were both human sized, and Lucas looked terrified.

"W-what's g-going on h-here?!" Jake shouted in horror, looking around and then directly at the human.

"Calm down, dude, you were only daydreaming for a moment and you scared me" said the boy, showing his friend to breathe.

"W-what..?"

"Well, we were playing video games and you won, remember? Then you suggested we have a conversation, you wanted to talk about something. I was waiting for you to say what it was all about, but you started daydreaming, sat quietly and thought about something and didn't react to me at all for a good 15 minutes, until tears just started falling down your cheeks. That's why I raised my voice, I'm sorry, but you scared me" Lucas tried to explain the situation.

Jake's eyes widened and he rubbed his eyes, wiping away the tears "Sorry, I was a little lost in thought, I didn't want to scare you Lucas, you're my best friend."

Lucas smiled widely, "You're my best best friend too."

"So what did you want to talk about Jake?"

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Part 2 - Are you sure you've done this before?

Contents (Warnings/Mild spoilers): Cliff trying to persuade Cassie into the better form of payment. (g/t, vore mentions, goofiness, light tasting, and lore dips)

Wordcount: 2,400+

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Cassie

Never let a Kuna see you.

She broke rule one. Cliff had clearly seen her.

If they see you, run away, don’t engage, and don't let them catch you.

Cassie had spoken to Cliff and she trusted him to catch her. And now he stood between her and the exit.

If they do catch you, don’t go back home until you know you’re free of them.

For the first time since Cassie had gone to and from her town, she had been caught. Not that she was an expert—this was the farthest she had ever been from home.

A puzzled and slightly perturbed smile crept up on her face. She didn't believe his proposition. He’s kidding. She waited for him to laugh it off.

He spoke after a minute of silence, “Well?”

“WELL!?” She calmed her raised voice and took a breath.

“You want me to...” She brushed her curled bangs back, speechless. He’s not kidding. He’s being serious. Why is he being serious?

“Have you never been eaten before?” Cliff asked.

“No," she blinked in disbelief. "Are you saying you've eaten Stunted like me before?”

"N-yes," Cliff corrected. "Plenty of Stunted, plenty of times."

He’s lying. “You’re bluffing.”

He doubled down. “Am not, little miss Cassie.” He pointed at her. “And if anything, I ain't buying your 'never been eaten' story.”

She crossed her eyes for a second to look at his finger in front of her. His hands are big, aren’t they? Then again, his whole body was. “Pointing is rude,” she remarked.

“Tsk,” he moved his hand onto his thigh again. “My point still stands.”

She felt a puff of offense in her throat. “Why would you assume I’ve been eaten before?”

“I’ve only seen Stunted in areas like this when they're accompanied by us,” Cliff tittered, rocking on the balls of his feet.

“To eat?”

“Yes.”

That would mean some of the people in town that claimed they had been eaten before weren't lying. There had been a few individuals in her town that claimed to have been eaten by Kuna, then let go after. Is something like that seriously possible?

Cassie cleared her throat. “Are you sure you don’t want me to pay you when I get into town?”

The exterminator gave a shake of his head, “I doubt you’d get enough to pay me and you said it yourself, those outlaws most likely sold all your precious goods.” She felt his judgmental stare. “So, are you tellin’ me you're going to steal em' back from a merchant and pawn 'em off to me?”

Desperado! She crossed her arms over her chest. He steered her away from the mounts stable he offered with his cocksure grin.

Is there a way I could persuade him not to eat me? What would normally get rid of someone's interest? The idea popped into her head. She smiled and looked back. “Well, regardless of how eager I am to try something new—" I'm not. "—I haven’t showered in a day and they robbed me of any cleansing pods.” Her eyes drifted past him and to the only exit again.

As there was a lot of glass between them and the door. I’m glad I kept my sandals on.

Cliff's eyelids dropped. He narrowed them and spoke with a half cocked smile. “You think that’s gonna stop me?”

YES. She expected him to be off-put by it, not take it as a challenge. “Do you really want to eat someone who's covered in grime and sticky with sweat?”

Their eyes interlocked and neither of them blinked.

Cassie wasn't making her situation up. Cliff could see she had been through quite the journey. Her once white shirt was a darker brown, tattered by the slew of vines, thorns, and struggles with other animals she had encountered on her way here. It was the same with her skirt that wasn't long enough to keep her legs covered—her ankles and lower calves also heavily scabbed over with scratches.

Plus, her sandals looked like they were on their last legs. They wouldn’t survive the journey back.

Cliff's eyes shut, making him blink first. "Damn it."

She cheered in her head.

He touched his belt, about to get up and then stopped. His smirk returned, which worried Cassie.

"If only we had somewhere pure to clean you off..." His beguiling tone told Cassie that she wasn't getting out of this. "Well, wait just a minute!" he said, mockingly looking around the confines of the ruined shrine. "Shrines always have purification springs."

Cassie tried to counter him. “There was a Yokai-”

“I checked the spring water before coming in here, it's not corrupted yet.”

Of course it isn't. She tugged at her collar. “I’m not getting undressed in the middle of nowhere in front of a stranger.”

“You’d be wearin’ your clothes,” Cliff said.

“They’d get all wet,” I don’t want to be like a cat after a thunderstorm.

Cliff looked down at his abdomen, “I’m pretty sure the inside of my body isn’t dry." He flicked his gaze back up. "They’d get all wet anyway."

Her head fell in defeat. “Right…”

Cliff bounced up in his own victory. “Glad to hear we’re in agreement then, little miss Cassie.”

Cliff twisted to turn around and after his first step, his legs buckled. He toppled into the wall next to the paper door and groaned slightly.

He massaged his thighs while keeping his back against the scratched wooden walls. "I held that squattin' position too long."

Cassie slowly moved to the door, trying to act casually. Once she got close enough, feeling the broken vases poking under her sandals, she ran.

"Hey-!" Cliff called.

Once outside she put a plan in her head. But she lost the will to run once she saw the beast he tamed.

Its ocean-blue eyes sharpened after they opened. It held the face of a hound, snout and all, except its yawn showed the wide split its jaw was capable of. The double rows of teeth, eight long ones like a viper’s, awaited to release their venom. Its front legs stretched—it had less fur and more scaled muscle, which was more apparent in its stretch.

Cassie felt less and less confident seeing how effortlessly its six multi-clawed toes slid into the soil. That's a vipkey. It lost interest in her when she stopped running. Its once wagging, bludgeoning mace of a tail plopped back into the ground like a dead weight.

With it guarding those steps, I’d be torn in two within seconds.

Cliff's voice pittered down like rain onto her ears from above. "You're poorly provin' that you would have upheld that 'I'll get you money later,' deal.”

Her head tilted back and followed up his soot covered pants and to his looming form overtaking her shadow.

What am I supposed to do? "I was eager for some fresh air." Cassie replied, quietly. He stepped around her heading to the springs.

"Were ya?" He teased her. "In that case, little miss Cassie, why don't you come get some of that fresh air over here."

I can’t run from him and I’m afraid of telling him no. So what can I do? She inspected her hand as she marched. Hope that I’m gross?

The small, light tan girl got to the edge. She pressed up her glasses and peered into the clear water. Below its depths was polished gray stone. Not a fish or speck in sight.

She took off her sandals—the warm rocks surrounding the spring felt nice under her soles. She placed her glasses down on top of her footwear.

She continued to stare at the water, pinching her shirt.

"Do I really have to dive in?" The spring itself was deep—deep enough to fully submerge Cliff if he was twice his height.

“You said it yourself, you’re all sweaty.” Cliff shrugged, he leaned over, lowering his hand behind her. "Do ya need a push?"

Cassie denied his gesture, she stumbled away from his hand. "No, no-don't worr-" She tripped on a rock and stumbled back, "eeEEeeEeE-"

SPLASH.

The water rushed and consumed her in an instant with its cold jaws. She panicked from the rush of sudden cold and frantically paddled to the top.

A hand burst into the water after her, and got her by her shirt and arm. It yanked her up.

She gasped upon breaking the surface. Air had never felt so fresh. The hand brought her to shore and she dropped down to sit, coughing up some of the excess water she swallowed in her surprise.

"You alright?" Cliff asked.

She nodded, holding up a hand.

She finally got a hold of herself and sat up. "Thank you."

A snicker rode up his face when she looked up at him.

"What?"

“You're lookin’ like a wet puppy dog."

Cassie pushed her embarrassment aside and looked at her clothes, back to their bright white. These springs do work wonders, don't they? Cassie knew normal shrine owners wouldn't allow someone to bathe in their springs.

"All cleaned up too," Cliff commented.

Cassie wrung out what she could of her shirt when she stood up, and put her glasses back on to look at him properly. She watched him put his arm brace back on. It looked to be made of iron plates, with several rune letters along the inside. She figured it was for protection against magic or other weapons.

"How do I know what you're going to do is safe?"

Cliff clicked the brace back together and traced her body with his eyes. "If I was plannin' on hurtin' ya, little miss Cassie, don't you think I would have done so already?"

He has a point. "You could be giving me a false sense of security."

Cliff nodded along and caught on after. "Hey, wait." He sighed and took a few seconds to think before replying. "I'd estimate if you walked alone with nothing on your person through this forest, it'd take 8 to 12 hours." He pushed his hat up, "and that's supposin' you don't run into any critters."

I don’t even have any of my scrolls to defend myself.

“I ain't luring you into anything. If I was, I would have thrown you some more charm,” Cliff said. "I'm simply offering you an easier form of payment and a ride into town."

A “ride”.

She scanned over the rather confident Exterminator. His eyes held honesty, at least. “Fine.” How is he supposed to even do this? His jaw doesn’t look big enough.

Cliff lowered himself to as close as he could get to her height again.

She sensed his hesitation.

“I’m pretty sure your saddle can fit us both.” Cassie tried to direct his attention to the arguably better, currently resting, alternative.

“No deal, little missy,” Cliff said, lifting a hand to her. "I was just thinkin' I should try ya first." His smile wavered.

He's nervous. "Are you sure you've done this before?" Cassie asked, cautiously keeping track of his movements.

Cliff encompassed the arm she gave to him. He didn't answer her, like he needed to prove himself.

He crouched closer and opened his mouth.

He showed Cassie the glistening inside, with teeth so well taken care of that she felt like they reflected her fear better than most mirrors.

She couldn’t look anymore. She forced her eyes to stare at the water instead.

Her nerves jumped when her hand came in contact with the plush, warm, wetness of his tongue. His full lips closed around her wrist. It allowed his tongue to stroke her flesh easier.

Cassie squeezed her eyes tight, realizing she did indeed taste quite palatable to Cliff.

…

Cliff

He'd lied to her.

I've never ate a Stunted before. The idea never even crossed his mind until he had one standing before him. But I can't tell her that.

And now, he was crouching down in front of her, expected to eat her without knowing how to. How did those other folks do it? She caught his hesitation. She'll catch on if I keep thinkin' like this.

"I was just thinkin' I should try ya first," he said, covering up his lie.

Cliff closed his fist around her arm. How could something so small live in a world like this?

The Exterminator leaned in. Cliff, this might be the dumbest thing you've ever done. He closed his lips after opening them, pursing them together. She wasn't watching, which relieved him. He took a deep breath once more and went for it.

He didn't want to tug her arm, so he put his other hand on the ground to support his encroaching body.

He let his tongue cautiously meet her hand. He tasted the tang of the water at first. He wasn't that big of a fan, not until the taste changed.

Cliff's lips closed and he shut his own eyes, savoring it. This is not what I expected at all. He prepared himself for a salty taste—like when he'd lick off the sweat that fell onto his lips.

This. This was not that.

He had very few encounters with red meat. He didn’t often get the chance to indulge in the finer pleasures in life, unless he made it big with reward. And he couldn't tell whether it was due to his hunger or not, but Cassie tasted like those higher rated meals—fit for the richer, higher class people.

Cliff's stomach whined, much louder, while he was lost in the enchanting flavor she possessed.

He snapped out of it when she tugged her hand free.

“I think you’ve had enough time to get your taste,” Cassie barely parted her lips to speak.

Cliff moved his tongue around the inside and put his fist to his mouth. He attempted to muffle his gulp and enjoyment. “Right. Yeah…you taste adequate." He exhaled and smiled, "I’ve definitely had better. But, you’ll do.”

Cassie still didn't look him in the eyes. “You made it sound like I was better than adequate with your humming…"

Cliff’s shoulders leaped like a ghost spooked him.

His cheeks puffed out with some heat. “It's just because I hadn't eaten in a day or two.”

“Are you certain I'd live if you’re starving then?”

I've seen a few with the same Stunted walking around like nothing happened after they ate em'. Cliff nodded, “Yep." He calmed himself down. "So, are you ready, little miss Cassie?”

Her face was stricken with apprehensiveness. “I don’t have much of a choice, do I?”

“Not much, no.”

“Then," she squeaked behind closed lips before opening them to reply, "go ahead.”

Great. The same thought entered his head when he crouched close enough to pick her up. Okay, Cliff, time to figure out how the hell I even do this.

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I Lava You, Chapter 1: Temptation

Cover art by @luckyshotwrites!

This short story takes place after P39 of ITWOM and as such, contains minor spoilers for ITWOM - read at your own risk!

June is a little slime boy who finds themselves in an unfamiliar, giant world. By chance, he crosses paths with Sam, a giant who hasn't eaten a human for three months and thinks they've gotten incredibly lucky to have one just...show up on their doorstep. Not only that, but they want to be...friends? The catch: June thinks Sam is a human, and therefore, he has to hide his identity as a slime. Sam, lucky for June, doesn't know a lot about humans. This can only go well.

Contains: references to g/t soft, safe vore and language. About 2700 words.

Chapter 1: Temptation

June had finally made it to the giant windowsill. He’d climbed from below, able to change his exterior to be sticky enough to scale the building. He shimmied closer to the window.

Luckily, the curtains weren’t drawn. He could see the giant playing a video game.

Is that human very big, or am I very small? The house was huge too, but he could have also been shrunk.

June’s eyes then locked on to another object in the back of the room. Its vibrant, gooey colors that moved inside the lamp grabbed his attention. He pressed his face to the glass to watch it.

Thirty minutes passed by where June remained mesmerized, eyes glued to the fascinating display on the giant’s shelf. The only reason his attention was redirected once more was the giant shifting in their seat.

Okay June. I gotta get serious. I need directions back to work to see everyone again, so I gotta get the human’s attention.

He removed his face from the glass and tapped on it. As expected, though, the inhabitant of the room didn’t hear, especially given the fact that they were wearing a headset.

And then, an idea popped into his head—the giant was in range of his “voice.” He tried to send the tapping noise to the giant’s head directly, by doing a mimicry of it. Of course, June looked no different than a normal human, so the giant wouldn’t notice anything amiss. Right?

Sam nearly jumped out of their seat at the sudden knocking noise, given that they were in a part of their game where they were attempting to be stealthy. This, of course, led to their cover being blown and a “Game Over” screen greeting them in return.

“Dang it!” They swiveled their head around to try and find where the source of the noise had come from. They swore it came from the game, somehow, but that couldn’t have been right.

They didn’t have to look around for long, though. Because right outside their window, next to their desk…was a human. Staring right at them.

Did a HUMAN knock that loudly? It wasn’t a question they decided was important to figure out. They were much more interested in this new development of the night. Something stuck out about this human, but they couldn’t put their finger on what it was.

“Holy shit.” There’s a human right outside my window. What kind of luck is this? Sam had been largely unsuccessful in looking for humans in the wild themselves, in the past three months since Christopher had quit dealing them. They told themselves they weren’t actually addicted to humans. But they could feel the craving inside of them now, making them rather excited that they’d actually get a taste for the first time in months.

Seeing Sam looking back at them, June bounced up and down excitedly. That was pretty smart! He thought to himself, not realizing that a lot of people would probably be freaked out if they heard sounds in their head like that. Not only that, but if Sam was a “regular-sized human” like June assumed, seeing a tiny June would likely be terrifying for them.

Sam opened the window hurriedly, but as they did, they finally realized what had been bugging them about the human. “...glasses?” they said aloud—not as a question to the human, but as an observation. They’d never seen a human with glasses before.

This observation was about all that kept them from grabbing the human immediately.

“I do wear glasses, and you don’t wear glasses.” June’s smile was warm and chipper—he didn’t appear to be fearful of Sam’s height. In fact, he was amazed by it—it was clear from the glimmer in his eyes.

The slime didn’t move any closer yet. You should never go into someone’s house uninvited. He didn’t want to be rude.

Oh god, they’re talking to me. Sam still wasn’t familiar with the concept of humans making conversation with them. I mean, Chris’s got that weird human, but—

“And hi, I’m June!” the slime said, putting out a tiny hand. “It’s nice to meet you! I’m a little lost, so if you have time, can you help me? If not, I can wait here.” June got ready to plop down if needed. “It seems like it might be a nice night.”

Sam either didn’t see the human’s tiny hand stuck out to greet them, didn’t pay attention, or didn’t care. June couldn’t be sure. Sam picked them up—not roughly, but perhaps not as gently as they should have. They held June up close to their face to get a better look at the human they’d caught.

The giant’s stomach grumbled.

I mean…I should have dinner first, but…

It was incredibly tempting to taste the human now. The smell was…well, the smell was actually a little different than most of the humans they were used to. It wasn’t as strong, and a bit…strange. Sam couldn’t put their finger on what it was, though. It didn’t matter too much—they weren’t picky, certainly not after three months.

Wait wait wait. Chris’s human talks to them all the time, and she’s—

Sam began to connect dots and make assumptions that would be, to anyone who had access into their mind, wildly incorrect. This human is talking to me…so maybe if I…is this one of those WILLING ones?

Wildly incorrect assumptions aside, this at least spurred Sam to try something new. A wide smile crossed their face—friendly enough, though the excitement probably seemed unwarranted to June. “Hey there, little human. I’m Sam.” The rest of what the human had said kind of skipped Sam’s mind. Or maybe they had just spaced out when they’d caught the human’s scent.

June cast a glance into the room past Sam. His eyes locked onto his previous target, his beloved—the lava lamp. But Sam’s voice caught his attention.

“Little human? I don’t think I’ve ever been called that before.” Realizing his mistake, he quickly tried to recover. He couldn’t let this human know he wasn’t human! “The little part.” Nailed it.

He made sure to commit the giant’s name to memory. “Sam, thank you for the…nickname?” He guessed that Sam had decided to give him a nickname instead of using his actual name. In that case, he was glad that the nickname described what he was disguising himself as perfectly. That meant that he was doing a good job, and if anyone else met him, they’d be none the wiser.

Sam still wasn’t quite listening to June, running over what their plans for the evening would entail. “You can…stay here…for now…” God, I just want a taste. Just a little taste. What the hell do I SAY this is so WEIRD.

This really caught June off guard. “Stay here?” He giddily bounced a bit in Sam’s grip. “Like a sleepover?” He stopped himself. Be cool, June! This will be my first human sleepover. Or—giant human sleepover?

“I mean, um, if you were offering a sleepover…to be friends…I wouldn’t say no…” Sam’s grip prevented June from tapping his pointer fingers together in a pleading manner. “But, if you’re offering until I get my bearings together, that’s fine too!”

Oh my god. They ARE one of those willing ones. Sam leapt to the incorrect conclusion with all the confidence of a seasoned trapeze artist. Yet, something about what the human said made them pause again. They want to be…friends?

I would save so much money if I had a human stay with me. Sam’s cravings directed their train of thought away from the previous track, though that small sentiment didn’t leave completely. Their grin widened. “You can stay as long as you want, little buddy.” They didn’t think to ask June about whether or not they were, indeed, willing to be eaten, as they just sort of assumed all humans knew what they were in for with giants.

Buddy?!? June latched onto that word. It was official. He’d made another new friend. Much like Sam, June was vastly misinterpreting his situation.

He nodded his head enthusiastically. “Thank you, thank you, Sam!”

He wondered how it’d be to have a sleepover with a human. Is it any different with the giant ones?

Sam swallowed some of the saliva that had begun pooling in their mouth, with June so close to their face. It was so, so tempting. No no no. If I wait until after dinner, I can eat it before bed and sleep on it. Yeah.

But if I don’t eat it now, then…Sam looked around their room for a temporary human-sized containment unit, coming up short. They gave the strange human a curious look, full of a…naive sort of trust. “So. Um. If I uh…leave you here for a bit, you’re not going to run off, right?”

June raised his shoulders—Sam had released their grip just enough for them to wiggle their arms out. He looked at the lava lamp again. There it was—his chance. I can’t, no…I…I’ll just look!

He nodded, very sure of himself now. “No, I would never run from a buddy, I promise. Besides, you seem nice,” he replied honestly. “And, uh…” his honesty gave way to what he considered his “devious” side. He glanced at the lamp, pointing towards it. “You can leave me there so I can watch it while I wait for you!” June looked up at Sam with big, innocent eyes—a perfect imitation of a puppy dog.

Sam raised an eyebrow, but didn’t question June’s willingness to stay put. “Oookay then.”

They looked to where the human was pointing—the lava lamp on a shelf on the other side of their room. “Uh, that?” They walked over and set June down next to it. Oh, this is perfect, actually. They can’t get down from the shelf. Why didn’t I think of that earlier?

They found themselves chuckling at how fascinated this human seemed to be with their lamp. I think I got this thing from the clearance section at the thrift store or something. “Oh, you think that’s cool, huh? Check this out.” They hit a button on the power cord, and the lights started cycling through different colors slowly.

June’s eyes shone brightly upon seeing the lava lamp as he admired it with the biggest of smiles. But when Sam hit the button and the beautiful color lit up, his eyes got even brighter. “WHOA!” He looked back at Sam pointing to it. “Do you see this?” Then he chuckled. “Of course you do. It’s so cool! It’s like a giant glow stick, but—” he kept looking back and forth between the lamp and his new friend Sam.

He was too erratic for words, reduced to little bouncy expressions at the color changes as he kept looking back to the giant every so often to make sure his new friend didn’t miss them.

Sam, without realizing it, found themselves amused by the little human’s bubbly and over-the-top excitement. And for just a moment—the briefest of moments—they forgot about how hungry they were. “You like glowy things, huh, little dude?” Wait’ll they see the RGB lighting on my PC. They’d been playing on their handheld earlier, not their PC, so June would be in for a big surprise later.

June peered back and nodded. “Yeah, I love things that glow! I have a ton of glow sticks at home.” Though I ate most of them. “But nothing like this!” He wore the widest grin imaginable. “I couldn’t see things without my glasses—” he put a finger to the frames. “I have really bad sight. So now when I have them I can see all kinds of stuff, and I love the glowy stuff the best.” He then gestured to the tattoos on Sam’s arms. “Or pretty art like that.”

He almost wanted to copy them on his own arms to match, but he refrained. He had to be a human.

Sam’s grin widened as the human pointed out their tattoos. They were particularly proud of the relatively fresh one they’d gotten about a week ago—not being able to buy humans did provide them with a bit of extra spending money. “You’ve got good taste, little buddy.” Taste. Fuck. They’d almost forgotten about making dinner. “Okay, listen. You, uh…stay here. I’m gonna eat dinner. Then I’ll be right back.”

June gave the giant a thumbs-up. “I will keep your seat safe—” he almost forgot that they weren’t the same height. “I mean view!”

He laughed a little as Sam rushed out to make dinner.

And then…June was alone with a very pretty, glowy object of beautiful colors that June would never, ever, not in a million years, think of trying to consume…

The slime, perfectly disguised as a human, stared at the lamp longingly. He pursed his lips together and turned his head away. Look somewhere else, June. Sam seems to like this thing, too. He tried to ignore it, but the quiet hum called him like a bug to a zapper.

After a few minutes, he couldn’t help himself. He had to try and open it up and try some. Just a little. Sam wouldn’t notice if I ate a tiny bit.

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Sam didn’t have any fancy dinner plans. They made a beeline for the package of instant ramen in their pantry, impatiently tapping their foot as they waited for the microwave to finish. They could still smell the human from here, and it just made their stomach clench with hunger even more.

The three-minute silence left Sam little to do but be occupied by their own thoughts. For a human, they seem pretty cool, actually. This was a bit of a first for Sam. The only human they’d ever had anything close to a conversation with was Chris’s human. Daisy? Annie? Whatever her name was.

And now, they’d managed to find a human that was not only unafraid of them, but seemed to want to be their…friend?

It was weird. But…well, Chris seemed to have a pretty sweet deal going on. Without all the screaming and crying and running in terror, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to try making friends with a human. I mean, I get to eat them either way, right?

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June had successfully made his hands grippy enough to get the cap off of the top of the lava lamp, and slowly climbed back down to lower the cap onto the shelf without making any noise.

And now…to climb back up for his tiny sip.

He leaned himself over the edge to taste some. He could feel the warmth of the glass and the strange liquid in himself as he absorbed it.

He had to force his body to cool quickly so he could take it in. He tipped further and further forward as he drank it, before he fell completely into the warm mixture of wax and chemicals.

Oh no! Ah! It’s hot! He had to quickly force his body to “drink” it, past his work uniform. He was increasing in height as he did so, though he made sure to keep his body’s color the same and not transparent.

He tried to get to the sides to pull himself out. He didn’t know how long Sam would take.

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Sam was rather blissfully unaware of the lava lamp carnage that was occurring in their room at this time. They were instead looking down at their bowl of instant ramen, and for some reason, they could feel Christopher’s disappointment with their meal choices.

Sigh. Fine. They dropped an egg into the bowl and stirred it a bit, then sprinkled some seasoning on top. They figured the red pepper flakes would give it some color, at least. It was like…well, the addition of ingredients seemed to only highlight the sadness of the meal, but at least it was probably healthier now. Though they couldn’t remember if they were supposed to cook the egg first, or—

Eh. YOLO. The ramen at least took the edge off of their hunger. If they ate quickly, they could probably eat the human in two hours or so.

They headed back to their room, bowl in hand, hoping the human hadn’t, like, fallen off the shelf or something.

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Chapter 2 ->

Yes, this story WILL continue! What kind of hijinks await these two? Will June be able to lie his way out of this one? Stay tuned!

And thank you for reading! < 3

#g/t vore story #g/t vore #gt vore #safe vore #sfw vore #vore writing #vore stories #i lava you #widfalitwom #widfali #itwom #oc sam #widfali june #nonsexual vore

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nightmarevore · 1 year

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Craving — Good Morning, My Beloved

Rowan belongs to @wonderful-bellies , Luke belongs to me.

Rowan and Luke cuddle after waking up in the morning.

AO3 VERSION

Contains: G/T, G/T cuddling, g/t vore, extreme cuddling, endosoma, vore, soft vore, safe vore

Word Count: 2,756

Rowan’s face rests against his pillow. Luke, his love, his everything, lies shrunken next to his face. In fact, he’s leaning up against Rowan’s face. The predator smiles at this, lifting his hand and pressing it against the other’s tiny body, holding him against his face. He nuzzles Luke, purring and closing his eyes. Luke can’t help but chuckle as he’s pressed further against his boyfriend’s face, relaxing his head. He nuzzles it, soon placing the tiniest kiss up against his cheekbone.

Rowan’s chest bubbles with love. He loves Luke, he knows this. He lifts his chin and removes his hand slightly from Luke’s tiny body to press his mouth up against the tiny man’s frame. His lips press into his chest, and Rowan’s purrs envelope the shifter’s core. Luke is so tiny when he’s like this, and Rowan can hardly contain himself at how adorable and cute he is. He has to keep him close to himself at all times.

Besides, how else would he stay warm?

Luke chuckles and leans up against Rowan’s lips, holding his arms out and sinking into his skin. In response, Rowan’s tongue slips through and brushes against the tiny. The shifter’s face flushes, and he looks up to Rowan’s eyes, still closed.

“Hm…. I just needed a lick.” He mumbles against Luke’s body.

“It never stops with a lick.” His love responds, in a joyful tone.

He’s right, it always continues further than a lick. Rowan gets excited easily when it comes to the man that he loves so much. His stomach growls lightly, and he feels the pang of empty, loving hunger from his stomach.

“I think....” Rowan mumbles, pressing Luke back into his face with his hand. The little man’s body enters just enough into Rowan’s mouth that he can speak directly against his body. His lips embrace the tiny Luke as he speaks against him. “I think it should go past a lick.”

His words vibrate against Luke’s entire core. His tiny body surrounded by lips and words, his love that would always be his home. His words vibrate against his very soul. Rowan is his everything. His boyfriend who swallows him and keeps him safe. His boyfriend who he leans against for comfort and protection. Rowan, whose stomach he’s been in more times than Luke could count.

Rowan purses his lips against his beloved’s tiny body and kisses it. The little man is so fragile like this, with each movement the predator has to be gentle. He doesn’t dare hurt him. He lifts his head and gently guides Luke’s face to his lips, and soon he places a rather large kiss against it. He does this again, and soon Luke leans his face against the plump lips that cradle him.

“Your teeth are sharp.” The shifter speaks into the giant pair of lips.

“I was hoping you’d be my breakfast this morning.” Rowan’s voice is soft, like a whisper. Luke ends up with a decent look into the giant’s mouth.

“I was hoping to be your breakfast.” Luke replies.

Rowan chuckles, and soon Luke laughs. Of course, the two of them were always in sync when it came to this.

“Well….” Rowan shifts, lifting his head up and supporting it on his free hand so he can look down to his tiny boyfriend. “My little cherry, I can still smell your shampoo from last night. It enhances your sweet scent.”

“Maybe that was intentional.” Luke laughs as he looks up to Rowan, soon standing up. Rowan’s hand still leaned against the shrunken man, and soon it swiftly scoops him up, swiping Luke off of his feet. He raises Luke to his face again, holding his body against his visage and places his lips against his middle, giving him one more body kiss.

“I love you.” He mumbles against his form, his words surrounding Luke’s entire being.

“I love you, too, big guy.” Luke responds, nuzzling into Rowan’s face.

That’s all they need to say. It’s time for Rowan to eat his beloved and to swallow him down. To keep him deep within his body, underneath his skin. Between organs and flesh. The very thought sent butterflies into Rowan’s stomach. He’s giddy, desperate to sate his hunger and keep his beloved inside him.

Pulling Luke away from his face, Rowan’s lips part, giving Luke a good look into his maw. A strand of saliva parts, and the darkness of Rowan’s throat almost takes over his mouth. His teeth are sharp, yet they always avoid scraping Luke. Rowan’s tongue; a soft bed that the shifter has found himself simply sleeping against many, many times. His mouth is always warm, and the heat of his breath brings them closer.

Rowan’s hand guides Luke into his mouth, and Luke enthusiastically pushes himself forward, plopping his smaller frame onto his beloved’s tongue. When he lays against the surface, his legs still poking out of Rowan’s mouth, Luke allows himself to relax against the muscle. Here, he had a good view of the back of Rowan’s throat, and it just went down and down.

Rowan purrs as Luke touches his tongue, his flavor filling his senses and he closes his eyes. Fuck, he just wants to eat him constantly. The best part of all of this is getting to swallow Luke over and over and over again. Every time, it’s so perfect. It’s so loving, and it’s… security. He can’t wait any longer, and as soon as he feels Luke begin to crawl towards the back of his throat, the predator swallows eagerly.

Luke’s head is forced through the opening of his throat, and Rowan lifts his chin towards the air. It’s a tight force that enters his gullet, and he can feel every small movement and shift of Luke as he begins to slip through the muscle. He purrs in response to this, closing his eyes and allowing himself to sit up. His face flushes red, and he tilts his head back further to swallow again. They’re so close. Rowan holds Luke’s smaller body within his own, and he’ll only continue further downward. How intimate this moment is.

Anticipation. Luke slips inside Rowan’s throat as a loud swallow surrounds him, and his boyfriend’s lips embrace his waist as he’s pushed backwards by his tongue and pulled in by the contraction of his larger boyfriend’s throat muscles. Luke closes his eyes as he’s pulled inside his love. His head is held in a gentle but tight hug by Rowan’s gullet. He’s held in place, and the man can’t help but smile. Rowan purrs around him as he swallows again, the vibration and pull overtaking Luke’s senses.

Rowan pulls his chin up to the air, lifting Luke’s tiny legs with him. He swallows again, sending the rest of Luke into his mouth and past his lips. He just wants Luke inside his stomach so, so terribly badly. He can feel Luke slip further down his gullet, and he halts his swallows for just a moment. Rowan lifts one of his hands, pressing a finger against the tight lump he felt from inside. The warmth and form he can just barely make out from inside, he could also feel as he presses the tip of his finger against. Luke holds still, and Rowan makes a small, gentle swallow to send the rest of his boyfriend into his throat. The lump covers his neck’s length, and the predator holds his breath to focus on the stillness.

Luke’s descent comes to a complete stop, and he’s held in place by Rowan’s esophagus. Rowan’s purrs continue around him, vibrating the tiny’s body from all around. His flesh isn’t massaging him downwards, more holding him in place in an embrace. Rowan’s own version of a hug when Luke is this size. He feels the giant’s finger press against him, rubbing up and down in an attempt to make out his form. Luke laughs, almost as if it were a tickle.

Any attempt to move is cut short as he’s held in place by Rowan’s throat, and he allows himself to lean into the flesh that pushes against him. He nuzzles his cheek into the organ, purring gently. Rowan shifts and gently places his head back against his pillow, keeping his neck straightened as Luke sits still within his throat. Rowan’s eyes slowly shut as he smiles, focusing on the tiny man.

Luke and Rowan have done this before. The first time Rowan kept his Beloved still inside his throat, it surprised the shifter. Now, when Rowan does it, Luke believes it’s almost as… intimate, as when Rowan eats him when he’s just a bit bigger. When Luke is half Rowan’s size, and Rowan just can’t stop talking about the size he makes his stomach. When he calls him perfect, the perfect meal. The perfect bump.

Special.

Luke didn’t care about the lack of movement. He believes that they couldn’t be more close than this. He believes that this is the ultimate show of affection. He may have to ask Rowan if he can stay inside his stomach for a few days…

Rowan’s finger finishes exploring the lump, and Luke speaks up.

“Rowan… I love you.” He speaks into the wall of the esophagus. Luke’s own way of speaking into Rowan’s being, much like the predator has done to him.

Though subtle, Rowan’s heartbeat lightly picks up as his chest flutters. It’s loud enough for Luke to hear from his throat, and the predator’s face flushes red. He’s relieved Luke isn’t able to see his face at this point, and through a quiet laugh, he finally allows himself to swallow once again. His prey, his Cherry, pushes down, the lump of Luke beginning to disappear past Rowan’s collarbone. He finally takes a breath, audibly exhaling, pressing a hand up against his chest as he feels Luke slip further inside him. With one more swallow, the rest of Luke finally disappears past his collarbone entirely.

Luke hears nothing but Rowan’s heartbeat and his breathing. It surrounds him, exactly like the organ that surrounds him and pushes him further down, down, down… He presses his hands into the saliva-covered wall of the organ, attempting to feel the texture of it. It’s smooth, wet, and makes a perfect shape around Luke’s entirety.

Rowan’s fast heart makes Luke giddy, and he laughs as it reaches its peak volume, then quickly disappears as more of the tight organ squishes him from all sides and massages him downwards. Rowan traces where he feels Luke’s tight form slip further down with his hand, and his cheeks grow warm with every second of it. His breath picks up, and it hitches in his throat. It’s almost slow as he feels Luke slip past his heart and lungs.

“I love you, too, Luke. My love.” He spits out, digging his face into his pillow. His legs curl up as it happens—as he feels Luke slowly push through and fill his stomach. He holds his breath, the empty hunger he felt quickly replaced with loving fullness that only HIS Luke can give him.

Luke is finally pushed inside a roomier chamber, though its space is quickly overtaken as more of Luke’s tiny frame is deposited inside. The ripples and folds of the stomach push against Luke’s frame, and his stomach grumbles lightly at his arrival. Luke takes a deep breath, his legs and feet finally joining him inside, and he sits inside the organ quite nicely. It takes a moment, but Luke rubs a hand against the flesh underneath him, pushing his tiny fingers into it and using it as a pillow.

He’s home, right where he belongs.

Rowan’s hand finishes tracing down his body and settles over his middle, feeling his skin expand underneath it as he becomes overwhelmed with his prey filling him up. He can feel the curve Luke makes on his center as he fills it up, and once he’s inside, Rowan can feel him get comfortable. Rowan exhales, running his fingers over the fabric of his shirt, feeling the bump that Luke makes. His chest bubbles with excitement, his stomach rumbling around his beloved.

“You’re so…” Rowan lifts his shirt, pressing his fingers against his skin. Luke is inside there, and though it looks like he just ate a very filling meal, Rowan very much knows who it is inside him. He wants to kiss Luke again, but that can wait for when he spits him up. Rowan rubs circles against his middle, shifting his head to look down at himself. He smiles, his face turning warm at his somewhat bloated middle. “... Filling. I love you, you’re delicious, and… Fuck, Luke. You need to stay in there for a few days.”

Rowan is full and happy. He purrs, curling himself around his stomach, yet keeping his hand glued to his stomach. Luke is right where he belongs, tucked away where nothing can get to him.

“I’m glad I don’t have to ask.” Luke’s muffled voice speaks up, and he feels the tiny man shift inside him. He’s seemingly rolling over on his side, and Rowan can feel his arms push against the flesh of his stomach and the tiny bumps he makes against his hand. Rowan chuckles at this, rubbing his fingers gently over where he felt Luke poke out. Soon, he feels Luke settle back down, sinking into the organ.

“I love you.” Rowan says, rubbing circles around his middle, following the curve his boyfriend makes. He’s obsessed, staring at his stomach and begins to press his fingers against it. Against Luke. He hears a muffled laugh, and Luke even steadies himself, pressing both of his legs out against the wall above. He presses back against the wall underneath him, pushing as far out as he can. This causes Rowan to jump a bit, a small bump where his feet stick out forcing its way through his skin. “Hey, that feels weird as hell!”

“Good.” Luke playfully retorts. Rowan presses his fingers against the bump, forcing it back down and feeling his stomach squish Luke back into place.

Playfully and with a smirk, Rowan rolls over, laying on his stomach and squishing it into the cushion of the bed. He scoffs to himself, feeling the tiny squirm underneath his weight.

“No, no, NOT fair!!” Luke’s voice speaks out, even more muffled than before. He kicks, sending a quick jolt of pain through the predator’s body.

“Hey!” Rowan pushes himself on his hands and knees, looking down at his belly, now somewhat sagging from Luke’s weight. He feels Luke shift inside him, following gravity. “Okay, okay. You win. Settle down.”

Rowan rubs his stomach again, moving to sit down and stretch his arms in the air. He rolls his shoulders, then lets out a yawn. Luke’s weight shifts with him, and he squirms and shifts around a few times, sending a chill down the predator’s spine.

Rowan rubs his skin as he sees his belly squirm.

“I think… I’m going to go back to sleep.” Luke’s voice speaks up as he finally sits still. He leans back against one of the folds in Rowan’s stomach. He knows these all too well. Rowan’s stomach has been a bed for… months, really.

“Go ahead, I may do the same.” Rowan’s hand finds its way back to his stomach, rubbing his belly. He lightly squeezes it and yawns. He pulls his blanket back over him with his free hand, and the hand glued to his stomach continues to rub over the form of Luke inside him. He lays on his side.

“I love you, Rowan.” Luke speaks, muffled and tired.

“Mh… I love you, too.” Rowan replies, rubbing the side of his belly.

He can feel Luke settle once more, sinking into the organ and burrowing into the folds of his stomach. He has Luke inside his very being, and they’re as close as they ever will be. Luke sits inside him and sleeps, and Rowan will enjoy the comfort of his weight. The fact he can feel every breath that Luke takes. Every time he moves, Rowan will be able to feel. He hides Luke from the world, right underneath his skin. Under his belly.

Luke has helped Rowan get over his fear of being a monster. Luke has made Rowan feel loved. In turn, Rowan makes Luke feel loved.

The predator massages his fingers over his middle, over the center of himself.

“I want you to stay with me.” He whispers, closing his eyes.

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lesbianoms · 6 months

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Oh to be a tiny with a giantess lover, in the midst of a heatwave, complaining about how hot it is… only to look over and see my gf downing a tall glass of ice cold water

As I watch the liquid disappear down her throat I begin to get flustered. Even from a distance I can hear the water entering her stomach, how the empty organ groans with relief as it’s filled up. It sloshes around and stirs up some bubbles. Her normally flat tummy has been slightly bloated round.

At this point she notices me admiring the view. She licks her lips and stares down at me, gingerly patting her belly and asking if I want in… but, of course, she already knows the answer.

She picks me up and dangles me over her cavernous maw. I watch wide-eyed with fascination as her glistening throat opens, ready to welcome my body into hers, and I anticipate the slimy feel of saliva as she lowers me onto her tongue.

I settle into her mouth and she begins gulping me down. I feel her warm throat tugging me, pulling me deep into a paradise of soft, wet gurgles and groans that echo loud enough to be heard from the slick slip-n-slide that is her esophagus~

She hums faintly as she traces the bulge I make, her face concentrated and her brow furrowed as she focuses on getting me down. I can’t see any of this, of course, but it’s nice to think that she puts in the work for me <33 makes a small preygirl feel special

When she finally hears that gllk~ and feels the lump in her throat disappear and the tightness loosen, she sighs with relief and pats her stomach, feeling a slight rumble as it welcomes me inside…

I sink down into her waterlogged gut, groaning in pleasure as I feel the refreshing cold envelop my form. It's like being in a big swimming pool… the walls are churning and they rock the cool water gently, as I relax and extend out my limbs to keep myself afloat. The sounds of her stomach are so soothing... a satisfied burp echoes around me as I feel the moist chamber move~

My giantess lover chuckles, flexing her tummy in a rolling motion. Slow, sultry waves ease against my body. My private pool sloshes loudly against the stomach walls. And as I bob up and down with the movements, I think to myself that I might stay in here for a long while...

#v.ore #v0re #soft vore #vore talk #nom’s thoughts #female pred #safe vore #endosoma #foodplay #vore scenario #vore writing #vore story #g/t vore #giantess #minors dni

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lizard-shifter-noms · 2 months

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Still Subject to Change Chapter 9 (NEW)

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Hello everyone! i decided to repost arc 1 of SSTC

(the chapters were way too long and had a bunch of typos but hopefully this will make reading easier)

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.

if there are still any grammatical errors i'm sorry.

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Seeing the forest come closer I was actually relieved to finally be out of here and looked over my shoulder to see that the tower really was built to keep big Monsters in there with its thick walls and embedded spikes.

I shuddered and hoped I would never see this thing again, so turning back I instead focused on the treeline and not stepping on anyone.

Yep, still weird to think about that I could end someone's life with a single misstep and I tried not to think about it, and instead just drag my feet over the ground so that if someone were to be there they'd get toppled over and not squished under me.

Reaching the Forest's edge I assumed that they would let us go now, but it seemed we were still too close to their Kingdom so we had to walk into the forest even further.

I didn't dare speak out of fear that they would shoot me, but Robin seemed to have no such concerns.

“When are we there? I want to talk to Donovan, also where's Arthur?”

I tensed at his last Question accidentally squishing Arthur a tiny bit making him move more than before and I hurried to hold my breath and cut off his air supply, however that worked.

He stopped moving after a few seconds but this sure had been a scare, if he had woken up and someone noticed it we would have been fucked.

I still felt incredibly guilty but it couldn't be helped, I just hoped he'd understand.

I almost missed the guy's answer as I was busy holding my breath and my attention was focused more… inwards.

“Oh you can talk to your big friend later ALLLLLL you want as for this Arthur guy? He's been taken care of don't worry”

I did Not like the condescending tone the Guard had used but I couldn't really do anything about it which frustrated me even more.

At least Rikaad was able to step between them and shot a death glare at the offending guard who actually backed up a bit.

We continued walking in silence, safe for the Guards communicating amongst themselves.

I could feel Arthur lying limply against my insides, only moving occasionally and sending a thrill up my nervous system whenever he made a bigger movement.

I tried to Ignore it but since he was literally inside me that was near impossible, and I couldn't help but worry about the feeling.

What if that's what the Bracelet made me do? What if one day it urged me to eat someone for real?

Shoving these thoughts down I instead focused on the road so I wouldn't trip, and I could see that the tower was a bit further away now.

I really hoped they would just let us be already but it seemed that we were still too close to the Kingdom for their comfort.

At this point we had already passed the spot where I got shot at and were led even deeper into the woods towards the mountain.

Coming to a bigger clearing they ushered Robin and Rikaad to be in the center and threw both of them a bag, probably their own stuff judging by the clunking sound of metal.

The Guards still surrounded me, but I wanted them to go away already so I could talk to Robin and try to find a spot where I could let Arthur out so Rikaad wouldn't see it.

Arthur himself was still peacefully asleep, courtesy of a low oxygen environment and had thankfully not woken up during all of this.

But I did dread the part where he would, I didn't know how he would react and it scared me.

I also had to fight to keep my hand from settling over the warm lump in my core so as to not give away anything to the Guards.

The Guards walked around me to stand at the treeline of the small clearing, I didn't move as I really didn't want to step on someone.

Suddenly a Horse came up with an ironclad knight on its back.

The rider removed the helmet and i could see that it was the king, nobody else i knew had such a monobrow.

Did he follow us? I immediately became worried, Would he tell the others that I ate Arthur? I hoped not.

The guards all stood in a line next to him with their crossbows loaded.

I had a bad feeling about this and I was proven right as the king suddenly had a wicked grin on his face.

“SOLDIER! AIM! SHOOT THE BEAST! I WILL NOT TOLERATE SUCH A MONSTER NEAR MY KINGDOM!”

Aa all the Guards suddenly aimed their crossbows at me.

I didn't even wait to see what they would do and Instead turned to run in the opposite direction, snatching up Robin and Rikaad as I did so and getting the hell away from there as fast as I could.

Ignoring Rikaads surprised shout i just ran towards the mountains to bring as much distance between us and Maringand as possible making sure to not drop either of them.

Feeling Arthur start to move again I held my breath once more hoping that he'd fall back asleep even with all the movement.

It took longer than before and sprinting while not breathing made my lungs burn but after about three minutes he was still again.

I really hoped none of the others had noticed him squirming but glancing down while running showed that Rikaad was focused on the way we came, probably looking for any pursuers and Robin was just Clinging to my fingers.

I ran until I could no more, occasionally holding my breath to prevent Arthur from waking up.

I didn't really know how long I had been running but as I looked back I could not see the tower anymore and it was well after midday.

I sank to my knees gently letting Robin and Rikaad to the ground while I panted, my lungs burned from running and holding my breath and I did my best to calm down as fast as possible.

I did not want Arthur to wake up now from all this, not now at least.

I was still trying to figure out how to handle this and having him wake up now would be extremely awkward.

Rikaad seemed to stand Guard and looked in the direction we came from.

“We should continue after you rested, then we can figure out what happened to Arthur and how to get him back”

Ah fuck i really needed to make a plan.

Looking at Robin instead to make sure he was alright too and I didn't grab him too harshly I saw him staring at me, or more specifically my middle.

While I sat there I had unconsciously put a hand over my Pouch where Arthur lay and I yanked it back, looking at Robin and putting a finger over my lips to tell him to never say a word about it.

He nodded but still tilted his head at me with curious look in his eyes, i would tell him later what had happened, when I got the chance to do that without Rikaad listening in.

Being hunched over like this made the weight in my core just a lot more prominent as Arthur was lying on what was previously the front wall.

Getting up again and holding my breath anew even if I still felt like I needed more time to rest.

And feeling Arthur slide around in my pouch when I was hunched over was a bit weird.

I wanted to go as far away as possible as fast as possible from that place so I forced myself to continue on.

“Alright let's go i want to never go near that hellhole again we can worry about Arthur when i'm sure i wont get shot again”

I slowly stood up and went to walk even more towards the mountain.

I was glad that riding on horseback through the woods was not a good idea, otherwise we'd have to worry about that too right now.

Holding my breath again I went in the direction of the mountains in a straight line, not like there were any roads here anyway.

Robin scrambled after me and Rikaad started to walk faster too to keep up.

“It is going to be dark soon we should look for a campsite if possible”

At Rikaads words i looked around, it was indeed getting darker, How long had i been running?

No matter right now I needed to get Arthur out without the others or at least Rikaad noticing and I still didn't have a plan on how to do that.

So we ended up setting up a temporary camp near a river, still far enough to not be able to see said river but close enough to get water, and I felt extremely awkward the entire time.

I had their Friend within me for fucks sake! And the only one that didn't know was Rikaad at this point.

It didn't help that I had to fight with myself to keep my hands from straying to settle onto my middle.

If Rikaad did notice my odd behavior he didn't say anything about it luckily.

I kept frequently holding my breath to make sure Artur did not wake up and hoped to God that this wouldn't give him brain damage from the low oxygen he had been exposed to for some time now.

The Dark came as soon as we managed to light a fire, The crackling sounds provided a soothing white noise and I finally got an idea as I saw in the glinting light how dirty my legs had become.

And not just my legs, everything about me was dusty and on some spots downright caked in dried or fresh mud.

So I stood up and on the other two confused looks told them what I was going to do.

“I'm going to wash myself in the river, stay here i don't want any of you seeing me without clothing”

Robin looked a bit confused at first but then nodded, motioning a thumbs up, he'd been weirdly quiet since the capture.

I would talk to him later to make sure he was alright but for now I had other things to deal with.

Rikaad just made a dismissive hand motion and instead focused on the fire so I left to go a good bit downstream, away from where they could hear or see me.

I went a good bit further than that to make sure that even if it got loud they wouldn't notice, which took about five minutes to walk.

I had stopped holding my breath while walking and I could feel Arthur start to move again as I took deep breaths to supply him with fresh air.

The movements were confused at first, then a curious hand prodded my insides before he went still again, not unconscious, more like a stiff weight that held itself and it seemed like he was terrified of moving.

I even heard him say.

“Oh fuck”

I finally allowed myself to put a hand on my abdomen and poked at him, receiving a surprised noise in response.

“Arthur? Are you okay?”

He shifted confusedly for a second before answering.

“What? You ate me, why would you ask that?”

He seemed still a bit groggy so I would do one thing after the other for now.

“I didn't really eat you, but can you tell me if you're okay?”

I was a bit worried over the fact that I had essentially kept him in a low air environment and hoped I didn't damage his brain or something.

“What do you mean by that? And uh… well i Feel fine? wait-”

He started shifting a lot and I had to bite back a pleased hum at the feeling of having my insides rubbed, I didn't want to scare him after all.

“What the FUCK! Donovan, what the hell is going on?!”

He suddenly was a lot more energetic, seemingly having figured out that he'd been in there for some time now and was still okay.

So best to finally explain this…chaos.

“First off you're fine! And you will stay fine! You're not in my stomach okay?”

“Where the hell am I then? You fucking ate me!”

Well there was the anger, but now I knew that beneath that anger was fear, so I would try my best to reassure him.

“You are in my pouch not my stomach, basically i have some of my organs doubled but not all of them work so you're fine and nothing will happen to you in there”

He seemed to freeze at my words, likely trying to comprehend what I just told him.

Then I felt an indignant kick against my insides.

“WHY THE FUCK DIDN’T YOU TELL ME THIS SOONER!”

Now he really was angry instead of afraid and I sighed.

“I literally couldn't! Not with that Monobrow guy listening in! He would have killed us both!

Besides You said it yourself that you couldn't act to save your life! I'm sorry that I had to do this but it's better than death isn't it?”

He seemed to calm down at my words, probably realizing that I was right.

“So wait, are we still in the tower or why are you suddenly talking to me? And how did you manage to keep me asleep during all of this???”

At least those two questions were easy to answer but I hoped he wouldn't get angry again at hearing that I had deprived him of air.

“We are not in the tower anymore, i got us as far away as possible when we got out, as for keeping you asleep well uh- I just held my breath so you'd get less air?”

He didn't kick or punch me, instead he just flopped backwards against the walls of my pouch.

“You know what, okay why not? Are at least Robin and Rikaad okay? Wait, do they know I'm in here?”

I decided to try and answer the questions in the order I heard them.

“The others are okay, they are at out camp a bit away and no the don't know where you are, at least Rikaad doesn't, and i'd appreciate it if you'd never tell them about this, i'm not keen on getting stabbed by Rikaad to be honest”

He shifted again a bit and I had to suppress another delighted hum.

“So if we are away from the tower can you let me out? No offense but i don't like this and i never want to repeat it”

Walking a bit into the stream after chucking my shoes onto a boulder to keep them dry while he talked I could understand that he didn't want to do this ever again, so as long as he promised to not tell anyone I'd let him out as soon as possible.

“Of course I'll let you out just give me a sec, also can you promise me to never tell Rikaad about this? I'll help you come up with a believable cover story if you want”

Coming up with something would probably be difficult as he admitted to being a bad actor, so something simple would have to do.

Feeling him move again to sit up I walked even deeper into the widest part of the river, but the water still didn't go over my entire legs so I just stood there in the calves deep water listening for his answer.

“Yeah sure, i even swear on God to not tell Rikaad unless you tell me to, now get me out of here”

“Alright… try to go limp… i'm going to get you out now”

I felt a squirm of confirmation as I pressed in with my hand, and tensed up as I forced my body to throw up the form in my pouch.

Feeling something travel the wrong way up your esophagus wasn't by any means pleasant but I was used to it by now from the years of hiding valuables in there.

It wasn't long until I felt the cursing form of Arthur reenter my mouth and I plucked him out with two fingers, dangling him over the river in the pale moonlight.

“Fucking hell! How long was I in there? And set me down already! I hate this!”

I couldn't really set him down right now as I stood in the middle of the river and he would get swept away by the cool water that flowed around my legs so I instead cupped him in my hands.

He was a lot less slimy than I thought he'd be but still needed a wash to get rid of the bit of slime that did cling to him.

“One second, unless you want me to dump you in the river, also how are you? Are you okay?”

I walked back towards the riverbank so I could set him down.

“I've seen better days to be honest, and i'm sorry for what my uncle did to you guys”

Setting him down slowly onto the rocky dirt covered shore I went to wring out the hem of my shirt that had gotten wet when I bent over to get Arthur out before what he said registered in my brain.

“That Was Your Uncle??? What? Wait a sec, if that guy is your uncle then-”

He interrupted me before I could say another word.

“Yes my dad was the King, but frankly i didn't really know him aside from when i had to stand at his side during some stupid events, and no i'm not sad that he's dead i never cared about being some stupid royalty, at least i wasn't inbred like some of my other relatives”

He seemed to shudder at the last bit and not entirely from the cold.

“I thought Winton had told you who i am, ah fuck, how about you don't tell anyone about my royalty status and i keep quiet about the pouch thing okay?”

This did seem like a good deal but one thing confused me.

“Deal! Though, Who the fuck is Winton? Is that the monobrow guy? Don't tell me That ugly fuck is your uncle”

He flopped over into the mud of the riverbank groaning.

“Yes he is, i like to pretend that he's not though, i hate him”

That was completely understandable, I had only been around that guy for about a day and I already despised him as much as physically possible, and Arthur had to live with that for who knew how long.

Though now we needed to come up with a reason as to why Arthur wasn't kept captive anymore.

“So, any idea for a cover story? You know Maringand better than me”

He flopped onto his back in the dirt sighing.

“I'll just tell them i escaped through the sewers, as disgusting as it is it's believable enough and they probably won't ask for details”

That sounded good enough, I knew I wouldn't ask how someone crawled through a sewer, or at least not expect them to answer it.

“So can we go back now? I want to actually see Robin and Rikaad again”

That would be nice, but suddenly coming back with Arthur might be a bit suspicious, there was no way he would have kept up with us, especially since he had way shorter legs than I did and I had done an Adrenaline fueled sprint away from Maringand.

“Not a good idea, you suddenly turning up this fast is going to raise questions so maybe not today, ehh Night i mean”

It would be even better if he backtracked a bit so when Rikaad would usher us back to get him we'd ‘meet’ him on the way.

“Maybe even backtrack a bit? Rikaad is going to go back to get you anyway so if you go back a bit we meet you there and it's more believable”

He slowly sat up, now having mud stuck to the back of his shirt and put a hand over his face.

“Yeah that is a plan, not one im looking forward to but im not going to admit that i was eaten and didn't even do anything to stop you, that's just awkward and kinda embarrassing”

At least he shared my view on that point, so I went to sit next to him in the mud.

I would wash that anyway so I wasn't concerned with getting it even dirtier.

“Well you better get moving then, you have to go downstream and a bit to the right”

I pointed to where he had to go and he slowly stood up and started walking, even if his legs seemed to be moving a bit weirdly, they probably fell asleep in the time he didn't use them.

I was right in my guess as Arthur actually did comment on it.

“Dude my legs are wonky, how long was I in there? no wait don't answer I don't wanna know that, see you and the others tomorrow?”

The last part went an octave higher and I could clearly see that he was worried but did not want to show it.

Instead he started to walk through the woods and I hoped that I hadn't just made a mistake, After all, the woods were still dangerous and now he was unarmed.

I REALLY hoped I hadn't made an irreversible error but he was already out of sight so I went back to striding into the river, planning to finally get all the dirt out of my shirt and pants.

The cool water felt Pleasant against my sore legs and while I just let the stream wash away the mud on my pants I took my shirt off and swirled it in the water a few times to get everything out.

Dragging the now heavier shirt out of the water i wrung it out a few times before realizing that if i put it on again i'd likely get a cold or something, So the shirt had to stay off until it was dried.

Ah Fuck.

That ment i had to go back to the camp shirtless and try to dry it against the comparatively small fire we had.

I hoped no one would take offense to the fact that my top half was naked, but knowing Robin he'd more likely ask about my scars than complain about me missing my shirt.

Standing on the riverbank I wrung out my pants as best as I could while wearing them and slipped my shoes back on as I started to walk back, trying all the while to wring out my shirt as best as I could so it would dry faster.

I returned to a happily flickering fire and saw Rikaad inspecting Robin's face, apparently checking for bruises.

I realized with a pang that I might be too big to see small injuries, at least Rikaad was here to assess them.

Upon hearing me come back two heads simultaneously looked at me but Rikaad went back to checking Robin over who grinned at me.

Something was wrong with his teeth but I couldn't figure out what, I was too far away and probably too big too.

I sat next to the fire and put my shirt as close as I dared, I didn't want it catching on fire after all, then gave a worried look over to Robin.

“Are you alright? You've been weirdly quiet since we left Maringand”

He motioned for me to get closer and I bent down to be more at eye level for him.

He showed off his teeth and I finally saw what was wrong, The tooth behind his left canine had a small piece missing making his canine appear far more pronounced, like a fang.

No wonder he's been so quiet that must have been painful.

“How did that happen? Are you okay? Does it hurt?”

He shook his head, making his messy ginger hair bounce around his skull.

“I'm fine, one of the Maringand Guards told me to shut up and hit my teeth, but that aside where did your shirt go??”

I was glad he seemed to be okay and gestured vaguely to the shirt lying next to the fire.

“I'm letting it dry before putting it back on, not keen on catching a cold out here”

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Rikaad nodding.

“A good idea, though we should rest soon i will take first watch”

He did have a point in that, we really should sleep soon and i could put my shirt back on tomorrow as embarrassing as them seeing my scars was i wouldn't risk a sickness right now.

“Is that where your kidney is missing?”

I flinched a bit at the question, it seemed Robin had come closer as I stared into the Flames of the campfire and was looking at the pale line of scar tissue at my side.

“Yeah it is, i'm glad i punched that guy when i did or had have killed me for sure”

He seemed to stare at it a bit longer before his gaze became that glazed over look again for half a minute.

He snapped out of it and shook his head.

“You have any more scars? You don't have to tell me though!”

Well I did have a few more but most of them were from mundane stuff like falling off a tree or climbing into small spaces, though there was a long thin line across my back doing shoulder to shoulder that I received from a blade.

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