Armos Tale Of Tomfoolery (Demoman Vore)

Armo’s Tale of Tomfoolery (Demoman Vore)

Admittedly, I don’t really care that much about TF2, and my only knowledge of the lore comes from Dead Meat’s video on that horror movie. When I wrote this, I hadn’t seen it but I got this request and was just like “cool, ok”. Even made an OC I’ll probably never draw and an AU for the first time, fun stuff. This was originally written on May 14, 2024 and contains swearing, some mild violence, alcohol, drinkplay, Scout hate, and mentions of object vore. While originally split to include a cliffhanger, I’m omitting that in this release. Enjoy!

(My knowledge of Demoman and TF2 as a whole is limited, so while I have done some research prior to writing, I apologize for any inaccuracies to the lore or certain character behaviors)

It’s battle day, innit.

Yup, ‘tis battle day. The war between red and blue continues again, as tends to happen when wars are instigated for the sick pleasure of viewers from around the world. While you’d think it’s the same as usual, this is incorrect. Blue Team has a truck up their sleeve, a new recruit, a borrower who is referred to as the Armorer, named as such because his job is to steal ammo and other things from opponents and turn in said thieved goods to his teammates. This is possible thanks to his oddly high strength. Simple, right? Well, for the first few battles, it was.

The Armorer was incredible at their job. While the Red Heavy was busy firing his minigun, he managed to steal his handgun. Once or twice, the Red Spy lost his pistol to the Armorer and managed to nab Blue Team kills. Nobody’s exactly looking for him, and his borrower experience makes him sneaky and quick, which is why he managed to steal so much without being found out. In addition to his main goal, he was also equipped with extremely tiny mines with a powerful punch that could knock an enemy over. This equipped him with an ability to assist in eliminations. Heaven knows he wouldn’t be out there if he wasn’t useful. Unfortunately, as anyone with basic foresight can tell you, this wouldn’t last and frankly couldn’t. It would only be a matter of time before he was found out.

It was turning out to be a normal Granary match at the beginning. The teams were pretty evenly matched and the Armorer was on his way to do his job. He stole some guns, some .45 caliber rounds, a shoelace, typical things. For the rest of his teammates, they got decent amounts of KOs. Blue Spy imitated Red Heavy and got several eliminations this way. At one point, Armo snuck into the pockets of an opponent, and the opponent thought they were a mouse and tried to get them out, while Demoman (who will come up later) snuck up and threw a Molotov at them.

About 2 minutes in though, Armo was spotted. Red Scout was doing… scouting, when he managed to spot Y/N in the opening, dashing from behind a shipping container to in between two of them. He at first thought it was some blue gerbil, as tons of gerbils exist in granaries, but then some logic managed to set into his troglodyte brain and he realized that it was some tiny man on Blue. Interesting… slowly, he followed Armo, attempting to weasel his way between the containers in the same way and getting his shoe stuck for a minute. Armo felt like he was being watched, and looked for a way across the man.

This is where the Demoman comes in. A Scottish man, he had drank a bottle of whiskey already and was somewhat tipsy at the moment. His usually locked chest had a broken latch due to a bar fight the previous night in which the chest was used as a weapon, so Armorer was able to hide inside it next to the whiskey bottle. Screaming loudly, he tried to get Demo’s attention.

“Hey Demo! Can I get a ride in your chest across the map?”

“Eh sure, bu’ I’m not responsible if ya get nicked”

So the Armorer hitched a ride in the whiskey chest with Demoman, sitting down upon a bottle of Scotch while holding on to the side of the chest. Every step and subsequent bounce made Armo slip and nearly fall off the bottle. It sucked. The Red Scout, following behind, took a second to wait for a moment when Demo was distracted and snatched Armo by the shirt collar.

“Looky here, we got ourselves a little thief, huh?”

Armo is staring into his eyes, more pissed than terrified at this gigantic twerp, analyzing his motives and every little facial twitch and expression he can find. Several pores were clogged, and his eyes had very little baggage, like he’d actually managed to sleep well knowing that nobody really liked him. Was he going to eat him?

“Chasing you’s worked up an appetite, huh? Maybe I’ll just eat you and fix that!”

He claimed he was, but the chance he had of getting Armo down his little chicken throat were slim to none. And even, EVEN if he somehow did, Armo would just blow a hole in his stomach because he’s not in the mood for that. Obviously, this won’t work. Guess who didn’t pick up on any of that? Scout, who slowly and in attempting to look cool licked his lips and opened wide.

[At this point, I split the story originally which explains the first paragraph, but I don’t really wanna this time]

You may think with the cliffhanger that I’m going to actually let Scout go through with this, but for the sake of everyone including myself actually enjoying this story, no.

Demo had just killed a Heavy with a grenade when he realizes that Armo wasn’t on his bottle. Where did he go? Did he fall out? In his still-decent vision, he spots Scout with Armo dangling above his mouth, and dashes over, snatching Armo with his big sweaty hands.

“Ey you! You ain’t gonna be eatin’ my wee little man ‘ere!”

“What makes you say that, Cyclops?”

“I’ll just eat ‘im me-self”

Now, one thing you have to understand is that Demoman makes good on his threats, which makes them more like promises. With a swift little hand flick, he tosses Armo right into his open maw and clicks his teeth shut right in front of Scout. Swallowing a teammate wasn’t his attention today, but anything to spite Scout is worth his time.

Armo is currently inside the mouth, beginning to get pissed. The Demo tongue swirls around him some, coating him in hot, whiskey-scented saliva as his nostrils burn off from the lingering alcohol and plaque around. He attempts to get up and shoot the everloving crap out of the teeth, but each attempt leaves him slipping back down like he’s on a waterslide. After having his outfit soaked, he’s pushed near to the back of the throat.

Demoman doesn’t want this terrible gunpowder-flavored boy going down raw. Not only would that hurt like a bitch, but whiskey tastes better anyway. So he grabs out his whiskey, pops off the cork with a corkscrew, and takes a big swig of it straight from the bottle. Armo, meanwhile, sees this and immediately dies inside, but also holds his breath as the liquids send him right past the epiglottis into the esophagus. His eyes are somewhat burning with spare whiskey that’s made it into his eyeballs, and he’s holding his breath for dear life so he doesn’t drown in the flaming liquid.

Back outside, Demo sticks his tongue right out at Scout, revealing the empty mouth where an Armo once sat.

“Dude, you’re gross”, Scout can only reply as he gets shot from behind by the Blue Mesic

“What on Eart zwas happening here?”

“‘Ad to eat Armo to protect ‘im”.

“Zat can’t be safe! We must leave at once for ze base!”

Thankfully, Blue Team heard the announcer say “Victory” from the sky and so they needn’t worry too much about the tiny man in Demo’s guts.

Speaking of the tiny man in Demo’s guts, if there were light inside the stomach, you’d see his face red with rage and maybe steam coming from his ears. With absolutely no hesitation, he grabs an AK-47 and wrecks havoc inside Demoman’s person. If he hadn’t been drinking, he might have felt it, too. Pissed with his clothes ruined by his least favorite alcoholic beverage (he’s more into dry wines), being hot and sweating profusely from the humidity of this swampy stomach, he shouts obscenities nobody can really hear over the songs of the stomach churning whiskey and potentially a granola bar.

Back at HQ, the blue Medic, rather than give Demoman ipecac syrup or shove his fingers down his throat, finds an ingenious solution to the problem, a solution that only a man with a PhD and years of experience in the field of medicine could cook up in such a dire moment: beating the shit out of Demo’s stomach until he vomits up the Armorer and maybe some blood too. This is when Demoman’s beer belly and lack of abs come in handy, as within several brass-knuckled punches, Armo is on the floor surrounded by brown vomit and some blood, as I predicted. The Medic begins panicking and babbling in a German accent as he rushes to clean Armo off while Armo is shouting at Demoman words and phrases that I cannot in good conscience repeat here. Lots of shouting is occurring as the Heavy and Spy back away slowly. The Blue Scout was watching TikTok when he heard this and came in completely oblivious to the massive scene that had been occurring, and man was it one.

It’s five hours later now and Armo is sitting with Demo and Heavy on the couch watching Santa Claus Conquers the Martians and discussing the incident from earlier. Armo brings up Red Scout, and Heavy and Spy both ramble on about what an idiot Red Scout is, how he would’ve choked to death on a deadly battlefield of all places had he gone through with attempting to swallow Armo.

The Spy brings up the idea that maybe Armo shouldn’t be out there anymore.

“This is proof that this was never going to work”, the Spy, the guy who suggested this in the first place says. “I told you all!”

“Eh, that’s fine”, Armo replied, “I can always do server work or something.”

And so it was. Armo got to work on computers. His size proved effective in repairing parts on old Windows XP computers, bought when the Heavy Update was first talked about. Thus, the neverending war for amusement continued, and everyone involved learned from this experience.

This is except for Red Scout, who did try to swallow a spark plug to prove to his red team companions he could have eaten Armo, and received the Heimlich as a result.

Donkey Kong Scene Rewrite

This was originally published on Wattpad on February 8, 2024. Warning: Contains near vore and Mario movie spoilers under the cut, so um yeah, I can’t tell if it gets better or worse from here lol. Enjoy!

As Mario steps out into the blinding light, the deafening sound of hundreds of Kongs cheering rings in his ears. Or, now that he was regaining his senses, it sounded like booing. It was booing.

He’s starting to regret this.

The plan had been simple on paper: Travel with the princess and Toad to the Kong Kingdom, and beg for the assistance of the great Kong Army. In practice, though, this hadn’t worked out so well, and the gang had been denied. Mario, desperate for the help and for his brother to be saved, doubled down and refused to leave until they got said army, with the agreement being that Mario would fight the son of the mighty Cranky Kong.

Mario now stands idly, awaiting his challenger while the crowd lambasts him. Suddenly, silence filled the stadium as monstrous footsteps are heard from the large doors. Mario’s heart rate accelerates as his anticipation, fear, and regret grow immensely, sweat dripping down his face. With no further warning, like a frog on 5-Hour Energy, a large ape with a red tie bounces into the arena. Now, the crowd’s previously demeaning sound had become a sound of admiration.

Mario, hoping to find any sign of weakness, assesses his opponent. This large brown ape, now identified as Donkey Kong, is probably double his size. He wore a hairdo swirled like frosting, massive arms and pecs that could crush a cannonball. Around his neck was a red tie with “DK” embroidered in yellow. Immediately, he demolishes two barrels with his gargantuan fists.

I’m screwed.

“Enough with the showboating!”

Mario comes out of his daze just in time to encounter a glimpse into the dynamic between father and son and Donkey Kong’s current ego trip.

“What do you mean?!” Donkey Kong incredulously asks. “It’s what they came here for! Dancing pecs!”

The zealous ape then proceeds to flex his pecs, causing even more wild fanfare. In an attempt to get things started, Cranky Kong yells,

“Okay, simmer down. I said SIMMER DOWN!”

Once Diddy Kong gets the memo, Cranky begins to explain the rules. Mario listens intently.

“Now, since I want this fight to last more than five seconds, I put power ups around the arena. You’re welcome, Mario.”

“I don’t need anything special to break every bone in your tiny body!” Donkey Kong yells, killing most hope Mario has.

As the crowd cheers, most intelligent thought leaves the mind of our favorite red-clad plumber. A nervous laugh emits from him, followed by an “Alright” and a charge towards Donkey Kong. He jumps. He prepares a punch…

Only for Donkey Kong to slam his head against the faded red girder and repeatedly slap Mario in the face. Currently, Mario is in pain as each thick slap connects with his sensitive facial skin. Peach and Toad can only cringe in horror as their kingdom’s only hope is made into a fool before the crowd.

“Guess you’re not getting my army!” Cranky Kong confidently jests as the younger Kong kicks Mario in the stomach, sending him careening nearly off of the girder.

As Donkey Kong has his ego fed by the cheerful crowd, Mario, not about to be deterred, takes a moment to climb back up. Above the ape’s head, a glowing power up box glows. Mario forms an idea. If he can get the Super Mushroom, he can grow to Donkey Kong’s size, leveling the playing field. Unaware of the existence of other mushrooms, Mario begins running towards it.

“It is on like Donkey Kong” the other creature in the ring quips. However, despite his charge, he is unable to snatch the sly Mario, who slips under and grabs the mushroom in the box.

“You’re about to pick on someone your own size,” Mario ironically says, taking no notice of the color of the mushroom. Popping the foul-tasting mushroom into his mouth and quickly consuming it, Mario lets out a yell and begins charging towards Donkey Kong. He had not realized what literally every other soul there had: the mushroom was in fact the rare Mini Mushroom. Not often found in arena duels, this mushroom is the antithesis of the Super Mushroom: it shrinks instead of grows.

Mario slows as his war cry quickly becomes a war squeak. Shrinking to a miniature size, Mario quickly realizes how badly he’s screwed up. He’s now only a few inches tall and susceptible to damage from everything. The previously large ape is now a towering threat that had triple the advantage. He also has no way of reaching a power up.

Donkey Kong is initially surprised by this. He had been expecting an actual challenge from his oversight. Perhaps he shouldn’t have boasted. Oh, but now. Now his “opponent” was a bite-sized nuisance with no defense.

The ape bends his head down to Mario’s level and emits a giggle. Mario’s heart rate is currently running a 500-yard dash as his fight or flight instinct came in. What little rationality he had at this point chose flight. Mario fruitlessly scurries away as in three bounds, the massive Kong bounces Mario into his palm.

As he now gazes into the endless spheres of black known as the eyes of Donkey Kong, his flesh turns white and a cold sweat overtakes his hot, tired sweat. No bullying from his old bully Spike, no misadventures he’d faced, not even any of the previous events today could ever live up to the megalophobia Mario is currently facing.

Meanwhile, Donkey Kong is smiling at his newfound plaything. What would be the best course of action? How can I knock out his sense of determination while putting myself on a pedestal? I wish I had eaten breakfast…

With the new silence from a crowd awaiting anything, a new sound cuts through Mario’s miniscule ears.

The deep, gargled growling of Donkey Kong’s stomach.

Slowly, a thought enters Mario’s mind. A horrifying thought, similar to the epiphany the Kong is having, that’s just accelerating as the spheres he looks into dilate.

He’s going to eat me.

A thought that would become reality as Donkey Kong’s lips parted, revealing the dark, moist, cavernous interior of his mouth. His tongue pulsates in anticipation, and his hot breath falls upon our plumber, the smell having the faint scent of rotting banana.

Only pure primordial thoughts (and perhaps Ave Maria) could be conjured up as Mario is tossed, flying into a divot created by the ape’s tongue. He’s then pushed against the hard roof of the maw, being savored. He could only yell as he went further into the cave.

On the outside, Donkey Kong’s mind is racing with intrusive thoughts.

I’m really about to swallow an opponent!

My fans are going to enjoy this.

This is the taste of victory.

This was a mistake. Mario is soaking in salt. Donkey Kong doesn’t like salt.

Back with the snack, the tasting muscle keeps quivering, trying to push Mario away from the gaping hole at the back. Mario can feel every twitch of regret, the physical manifestation of second thoughts. He can tell Donkey Kong is attempting to swallow him, to be able to revel in the victory of defeating his opponent in the single most humiliating way: to turn a threat into just a morsel, a snack, to make the saying “He’ll eat you for lunch” literal.

(Not that the ape would truly consume him. After all, this was just for show. He was just going to regurgitate him anyway, and throw him out of the kingdom to fend for himself like the tiny thing he was).

And yet, these second thoughts keep Mario in a pool of salty saliva, preventing him from going down the ever-so-close throat. Hope begins to simmer in Mario’s mind that he will be freed instead of going into the stomach.

Donkey Kong is struggling. The pressure pushing him on, but his body simply not having it. The wish to entertain isn’t able to beat the rejection of the salty body suspended on his tongue. Eventually, the overriding of instinct fails. Mario is spat straight into the ground with a patootie and returns to normal from the impact. Despite all of the digestive fluids soaking him and everything on him, that sense of determination he’d always had returns.

The crowd, while disappointed that Mario wasn’t stewing in their hero’s guts, are certainly happy that Mario has been thoroughly shamed. Victory for Donkey Kong is still likely. Unfortunately for Kong, despite all of the fear Mario’s just faced, all of the embarrassment in front of the princess, all of the failures so far, Mario chooses to continue fighting…

The Introductory Post

Hey everyone! I’m tefifonconnoisseur (or tefi if you want), and I’m here to write SFW vore fanfiction, maybe G/T. I’ve been posting on Wattpad since February and have a request drive going there, although you can also request things here. I have a list of stories to write anyway, might as well.

Typically, I prefer to write for fandoms I’m familiar with for the sake of writing in character, so as an example, while I have to admit Bakugou has pred energy, I don’t know enough to write for him. Fandoms I’m familiar with and will write for include (but aren’t limited to) Mario, Sonic (I’ve written for the movies for these), TMNT, lots of Disney and Nickelodeon, Courage the Cowardly Dog, The Hollow, Pokémon, TF2, Marvel, DC, the Wild Kratts, other PBS Kids shows pre-2016, and Harry Potter. I prefer male preds to female personally, but like idk

What I’ll write:

*Giant/Tiny

*Oral Vore (Soft and Safe)

*Most tropes (Fearplay, fluff, unwilling or willing pred and/or prey, unaware, food/drinkplay, and most others)

What I won’t write:

*Non-oral Vore

*Hard and/or Fatal Vore

*Full Tour

*Real People, seriously, no

*Characters whose voice actors have passed away for some reason

*Characters under the age of 14 (I’m willing to age up certain characters, but depends usually).

For a moment, I’ll just be reposting stuff from Wattpad. I will post stories on both platforms.

Alright, I’m giving up on debating myself.

I mean either way the title’s changing, I used the temporary title when I published it and I hate it. No spoilers but I did have to age up the pred to 14 rather than 10 if that gives you a hint.

The Atom Meister Saga - Movie Sonic Vore Story

This was originally posted in 5 parts to Wattpad from May 28th to June 5th of 2024. One special part of this release is that I’m restoring a cut line that Wattpad didn’t like and it took an entire week to figure out. It was rewritten several times in between fixing that. While I had thought I had lost the line, I realized that it had only been edited out of the Wattpad editor and not the original document, so it was preserved.

This contains safe, soft, semi-willing vore of Movie Sonic, who is a minor. If that’s a problem, please scroll past. Anyways, enjoy! Or don’t, just please don’t turn me into a human candle.

Morning in the Wachowski household: stressful speed on the borderline of uncontrollable chaos. Just waking up Knuckles brings risk of a broken nose. Every dynamic of the children: Sonic’s teenage spirit, Tails’s cautiousness and curiosity, and Knuckles’s warrior instinct makes for an interesting combination, one Tom and Maddie, while they love it, would admit it’s quite stressful. This morning, though, while as typical as normal, was the start of an… eventful day.

While the humans in the home were getting ready for work, breakfast begins. The following is a list of the people at the table and their behaviors: Tom was eating, though not at the table because he’s cleaning up some new debris found under the couch from Knuckles’s arrival, Maddie was eating while typing a document, our friend Sonic was eating as fast as possible in order to start his day, Tails was taking detailed notes on the scenery outside, and Knuckles… oh Knuckles. He was busy treating each piece of cereal like an opponent to be vanquished in a quick battle loudly, then eating it. Each. Individual. Piece. It was quite the spectacle.

When asked about this, he claimed he’s “practicing” for his next great battle, someone completely in character for him. A warrior first and friend second, he remains prepared for his next great adventure. An adventure that despite the short time he’s had to take a break, was an inevitability. An adventure that probably wouldn’t contain tiny warriors as his practice method would imply. Would it have, though, if the Echidnas had still been battling others? We can’t say for certain if any if how many people had gone through his system (reminder: they don’t have stomachs).

As Maddie left for work, Sonic prepared himself for a morning out with Tom before he goes to do something important that afternoon (we aren’t cleared to know what). Just the two of them, father and son, out exploring Green Hills. It had been a minute since they had had the opportunity with Tails and Knuckles having their time with Tom, adjusting to their new life in Green Hills. The two newer members of the household hadn’t been on Earth for 13 years and required some time to settle in and make themselves home (more Tails than Knuckles). However, now that it had been a moment since Robotnik’s second defeat and disappearance, Sonic was restless, ready to explore the world. Unfortunately, at the moment, G.U.N. still required them to stay in Green Hill, so that’s what they could do.

“So when we heading out?” Sonic asked Tom. Tom was currently cleaning up a spill from the ground.

“Whenever I get done cleaning” Tom replies. He’s been up since 6 in the morning cleaning up some of the remnants from the battle that had taken place in the house. It’s quite the task. The hole in the wall is covered in tarp in a vain attempt at insulating. Scraps of glass still hide under some of the furniture, usually discovered the hard way with some of it impaling into a hand. Despite this, though, the house remains mostly clean thanks to hard work.

So while Tom is busy cleaning, Sonic has to kill the time. His item of interest? The machine Tails has been working on in the backyard.

“Whatcha got here, buddy?” Sonic inquired of his fox buddy, who’s busy welding two panels together at a 90° angle, seemingly to make a box.

“Well, it’s a prototype of some atom reduction technology I was working on before I had to restart once I came here to help you. Basically, it uses Oganesson-Tetrahydride to reduce the size in each individual atom rapidly to its minimum possible size” Tails replied.

“Dunno what that means, but it sounds cool!” Sonic said, confused from the big words that mean nothing to him.

“It’s basically a shrink ray” Tails replied, less enthusiastically but still in a positive tone.

“Woah awesome! It’s just like “Honey, I Shrunk the Kids!”

“Yes, but hopefully I don’t end up shrinking anyone. I just plan on shrinking objects for ease of transport. ” Tails responded. Sonic showed him the movie recently, although he didn’t care for it nearly as much as its sequel with completely different actors, “Honey, I Shrunk Ourselves”, much to the dismay of Sonic.

“What would it do to a person though?” Sonic curiously thought aloud.

“Thanks to its technology, they would have increased strength and resilience to withstand forces harming it, although not enough to withstand the force of the average person, so it wouldn’t end well unless they could be restored”.

“Coooooool”, Sonic said. He wants to ask if he could perhaps help test it, be involved in something so futuristic. But he knows that the only thing Tails would let him do is watch, which was basically denial but letting him off easy. So he doesn’t bother. Instead, he goes to find Knuckles on a hill somewhat far from the house, chopping wood in half.

“Whatcha doing here, Knux?” Sonic asked in a similar way to the way he asked Tails about his invention.

“Chopping these logs with my hands so that I don’t lose the strength during battle. It is merely a warmup for my morning routine”

“Worried you’re gonna tire yourself out?” Sonic wondered, somewhat concerned but not really.

“An echidna is never tired” Knuckles replied. He is most likely not exaggerating, Sonic thinks. He sat and watched Knuckles chop away, knowing full well that Knuckles would have perfect timing and precision each time. It was somewhat relaxing in a way, the sheer perfection he presented in each chop. It was akin to a chef’s perfect slicing of an onion and syncopated depositing into a pot of a soup, done with precision that many regular mortals aspire to achieve just once in their lives.

But the thing about relaxation is that it is easily interrupted, as a helicopter hovered by the house, with masked men attempting to hook the shrink ray up to it. The boys rushed over to fight off the baddies, with Tom outside, looking at the baddies in frustration.

“SCPD, HANDS UP!” He said, holding up a taser. A taser, by the way, that he had forgotten to charge.

Due to the sheer number of baddies, Sonic and Knuckles are unable to get to the house before they lift the machine, but not just that. They grab Tom and drag him into the chopper door. Tails had not been seized, but he was on the ground, the wind knocked out of him.

Sonic jumps into action. “You guys catch up. I’m going to stay with the chopper, and Tails, you track me and head this way in that ATV”. With that, Sonic dashed toward the helicopter.

The ATV, though, sitting on the side of the house was older and hadn’t been run in a minute, so it would take the other two boys a minute to get it to fire. But nevermind that, we need to focus on Sonic. Sonic stayed behind the chopper, following it through the bushy forest, not going directly below it for fear of being spotted. He weaves narrowly between trees when one was coming up, sometimes being whacked with a twig or two. He made his way next to the freeway after a minute, and followed for about 15 minutes until the helicopter began to land at a helipad, at which point he took cover. And where was he at exactly? Disruption Corporation.

Ah yes, Disruption Corporation: A monopoly known for filth and chaos. They've purchased about every terrible company you can think of: Zonophone, Shell, some remnants of Standard Oil, etc etc. They also have some more relevant lore which we'll go over really quick.

Doctor Robotnik, who technically never existed according to the government, was a man who was despised by his coworkers. They knew of his power-hungry mindset and the motives behind his work. Despite this, for most of his insane antics, his bosses funded his every move. When he was working on a mind-control laser? Tax payer money. The robots and the trucks and most of his cool gadgets? Also given to him from taxpayer money. It's not like they did nothing about it; they complained to HR, the higher-ups, anyone with authority to get rid of him. Sadly, their pleas fell on deaf ears.

This was up until he was chosen to investigate a massive EMP that wiped the Northeast US power grid of all of its energy despite his lack of qualification and the complaints of his associates. Robotnik received some funding, but when he discovered Sonic's leftover quill and wanted to explore its power, he was refused funding. See, his assignment was to find out what caused the EMP, not to harvest quill power. That would be a job that the powers above him would dive into for the purpose of renewable energy. They knew that if he received that funding, the quill was his, not theirs. That would be an investment they wouldn't make back. With a lack of funding, he couldn't do whatever he wish, which infuriated him. Luckily, his employee Agent Stone had some connections to help him cause disruption. Yes indeed, Robotnik's entire manhunt for Sonic's power was propelled by Disruption Corporation. All of the antics with the robots on the highway, that cool-ass jet, his analyzers and cracking of Sonic's code? Received the stamp of approval from DC.

Now, you are allowed to forget all of that. It truly doesn't matter. Neither parties know each other, really. DC never got any status updates of Sonic, and Sonic has no reason to know about them either. The question really, is-

"What do they want with that shrink ray?"

As Sonic was behind the dumpster, watching the helicopter sit there, he had to wonder what was going on behind the scenes. There must be a reason for this. And why did they grab Tom and not Tails, its actual inventor? All were good questions, but none mattered at the moment because Sonic was now paying closer attention as the masked men got out and took a handcuffed Tom with them into a door with a passcode lock. As soon as the coast was clear, Sonic dashed over to the door. The passcode had 9 different numbers. So many different combinations, what could it be? Kicking the door was right out; solid steel 6 inches thick. What was one to do?

As Sonic stared at the buttons, a very faint detail came to him that perhaps wasn't that important: the first 5 numbers were slightly faded. He tried 25431, nope. 45123, nah. 34521, also no. Peculiar. You wouldn't think...

"Aha!" Sonic shouted as the door opened. Indeed, the passcode was 12345, the kind of passcode an idiot would have on their luggage. He wondered why a massive building with malicious intent would have such an easy passcode? Did they want people to come in?

The sight of 6 armed men facing him with guns raised answered that last question for him. Indeed, it was a setup. The door was heavily guarded from the inside and that's where the soldiers all wait out at: the reception area. Immediately, someone shot first. Sonic dashed to the right, narrowly missing the bullet fired and kicking the shortest guard square in the ankles. The fall managed to knock him out. Despite all of the shots fired, Sonic managed to outrun them all. For the second guard, a spin dash knocked 3 in a line over like bowling pins. The last two, though, would be harder to deal with. They were also somewhat quick, managing to avoid Sonic's attacks. A punch here, a shot there, some kicks were exchanged too. As is the issue with guns, though, the ammo eventually ran out. The moment it took them to realize that was enough for Sonic to push them into the open elevator shaft, sending them falling, falling, falling until they were out of view.

Now that the assault had been vanquished, he took just a moment to look around. We weren't kidding when we said reception area. It was literally a hospital reception area, with an elderly woman with glasses doubling as a pearl necklace sitting there.

"Excuse me, miss, but would you happened to have seen a man in a leather jacket with handcuffs pass by here?"

We aren't sure what the woman was thinking, but her response indicated that she didn't see him as a threat, despite the carnage that just occurred.

"Well dear, they took him to the lab, last door on the right."

Sonic took her directions as a sign and went down the hallway to said door. Sadly, it wouldn't be so easy, as she forgot to mention the massive mirror maze inside this room. As he made his way through, twisting around bends and down halls, he realized with a massive bop on his nose from a wall that he's have to take his time here. Every bend he thought was safe ended up with a dead end, and some more dubious-looking paths were just fine.

Bop, dash, bop, dash, dash, bop.

After an excruciating trip, he made it to the lab, where Tom was sitting on a stool.

"Tom!" Sonic yelled, attracting the attention of every doctor in there, including a large man in a black lab coat and white leather gloves. His eyes were small and blue, his hair covered by a black felt fedora, his legs short and thick but his core thicker and taller.

"Well well well, if it isn't the blue furry son of the leather man! I'm glad you're here; you're about to witness my new invention!"

It was Tails's machine. The panels on the large aluminum box hadn't been filled in, it still had Tails's bag on the neck of the laser bit that looked as cartoonish as you think it did. He didn't even try to make it different.

"Hey, that's not yours! It's my friend's!" This was reciprocated with a slap so hard, it sent him onto the ground.

"Way to ruin my fun, jerkwagon. Fine, I found this machine via drone footage, and I knew I had to have it. I sent my boys to grab it and its inventor, although they seem to have grabbed the human instead of the fox, because they're imbeciles. At least they got the machine. Speaking of, look at it! So shiny, so avant-garde (it was not), so... unfinished. I'll call it "Mr. Atomizer", like my Mr. Coffee. In fact, it's inspired my new name, the Atom Meister! Speaking of atoms, this "Tom" fellow, who I didn't want but I guess we get anyway, will have his reduced to a miniature size, shrinking him too. Have fun!"

"No!" Sonic yelled. Sadly, he was restrained by two of the bulking men who grabbed Tom with the aid of muscles. He started kicking, but his low-power charge was no match for these guys. His eyes started to turn electric blue as he charged his power, but too little too late.

"Once I pull this lever, he will be my tiny little experiment to deal with as I choose. The question is what all can I do with him? We'll figure it out momentarily."

"You can't! I need him!"

As if the Atom Meister would care. It was too late; the machine was too exciting for him not to deal with. With the click of a light switch and a giggle, a loud humming sound echoed onto the walls and bounced everywhere. Sonic could only look at Tom momentarily as all went white and then all went black.

As Sonic flicked his eyes open, he saw sideways concrete. No, that can’t be right. It wasn’t; he was laying on concrete. He had been locked up in a little jail cell, with a door and wooden bench hooked to the wall by chains and everything. The ceiling had growths of moss, and the entire place was bitter and cold. Not as bitter as what he was about to be served, though, as right outside of his cell he saw none other than Tom, but Sonic’s worst nightmare had come true: he was in a tupperware with tiny holes poked in the top like an insect captured by a curious child. Sonic then processed the situation; he had failed to stop the Atom Meister from shrinking Tom, and now he had Tom in a plastic cell where he was helpless. At this time, the Atom Meister walked by and took a look at Sonic. His face had lost any energy or positivity. In the doctor’s typical fashion, he chose this time to make Sonic feel worse about his loss in the battle for Tom, to just pour a bit of salt into the wound if you will.

“How disappointing. You failed to save your beloved father, and now here he is in the kind of container you put leftovers in. Despite all of the foolishness involved on my end, you still failed on yours. How? Because you are a failure, a disappointment. I don’t even know why you came. Should’ve brought friends or something. You know what? I should let you reflect on this, say your goodbyes to Tom. I’ll put him” he scooted the tupperware closer to Sonic but not quite within reach, “right here. Have fun!” He walked away, cackling and mumbling about Sonic under his breath for dramatic effect.

Tom felt horrible. His son had been humiliated and now he was in a vulnerable position. As Sonic hung his head and began to sob, Tom said,

“Don’t worry, Sonic. We can still get out of this. Don’t lose hope. That’s what the Atom Meister wants; he wants you to lose hope. He wants to crush you emotionally. You have to find some hope, some confidence. Don’t let this be the end.”

Sonic let his words circle in his head for a while. The Meister’s words battled Tom’s for headspace and focus, fighting over who would win over Sonic’s head. Eventually, Tom’s beat out the Meister’s and he looked up, a tear streaming down his face.

“You’re right. I can’t give up. We have to stop him abd whatever he’s planning” he said, his voice somewhat broken but more hopeful than sorrowful, “let’s do this”.

But since they had no escape path, a plan they had not. The cell had no windows, the door couldn’t be open nor kicked down. And even if they could, there were also security cameras; any plan would be foiled quickly. There had to be some silver lining, something lacking that would enable them to do SOMETHING.

That silver lining was made clear to Tom very quickly; there were no security guards at the cells, only at the end of the hall. They weren’t interested in keeping the prisoners in, but rather their accomplices out. When the ventilation started and a loud hum filled the hall, Tom slammed his minuscule body against the plastic wall of the Tupperware. The push caused Tom to slide closer to Sonic, but not quite close enough. He ran to the back and then forward and slammed the wall again with his shoulder, which gave him just enough momentum to where Sonic could reach the Tupperware. Sonic, realizing what Tom did, used two fingers to hold open the lid as Tom jumped and climbed over the lip of the Tupperware wall, then falling onto the concrete floor, making a light slap sound. Sitting back up, he quickly slid through the bars and hopped into the palm of Sonic, who then lifted him up slowly to his face. Sonic then turned around so that the cameras couldn’t see Tom anymore.

“Well, now what? I can’t hide you anywhere, and if the Atom Missy comes over and finds you out, we’ll be in huge trouble!” Sonic asked frantically, his eyes darting around in search of a sign of danger. Then, the sound of a spin dash emulated from the direction of the guards, giving Sonic newfound relief, relief that they had an exit plan.

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Alright, we know that came out of nowhere, and we apologize. Let’s back up and see what happened:

Tails and Knuckles, if you recall, had been left behind to ride the ATV to Sonic’s location that Tails was tracking with his GPS, but it wasn’t running at the moment. The engine was seemingly locked up, and turning over the key seemingly did nothing.

“Knuckles, can you see if you can remove the engine for me?” Tails asked, his tone of voice indicating a plan.

“Alright” Knuckles responded in a monotone voice, walking over to where the ATV sat. Bending down, he grabbed both sides of the engine with his meaty claws and ripping it right out, leaving behind scraps of pipes. Quickly, Tails went to the scrap of parts he had been using to make the atom reducer, and picked out two parts: a large washing machine motor and some wires from a VCR. With some soldering, welding, and budging, within the hour they had replaced the engine with the motor. The only issue was battery life. Hopefully, they could make it.

One thing though we have haven’t addressed is why Tails didn’t just fly Knuckles there, and here’s where we mention something important: Tails scratched one of his tails the previous week. The atom reducer required some wire cutting with a knife, and while Tails cut some wires, his tail crept towards it unknowing and managed to get cut, so flight was unavailable when it was needed most.

But they didn’t need it. The ATV rolled and therefore with Knuckles at the helm and Tails tracking their destination, they drove it into the woods rolled on through the woods, bumping and bouncing until they made their way to the highway. At the 2-lane highway, a blue Ford got stuck behind them, as did the red Dodge behind him, and then the next car, and then the next car, and the next car and the next car. The afternoon was filled with the sounds of honking and angry shouting of obscenities from drivers slowly but surely making their way to their destinations. Knuckles drove somewhat erratically, so Tails had to hold on to his shoulders tight as to not fall off. As the road stretched before them, Tails and Knuckles began to get impatient and they considered the task impossible. Thankfully, around then is when they pulled to the right into the road that lead them to Disruption Corporation. Hopping off, they ran towards the door, which had never been closed behind Sonic, and found some soldiers waiting. Knuckles made quick work of them, such quick work that details are unnecessary; just know they got pummeled. Making their way towards the elevator, they pressed every basement level in search of Sonic.

The first level lead to a sauna, the second to a bar, but the third lead to the prison cells and 2 guards who spotted them and dashed towards them. Knuckles knocked the lights out of the first with a nice punch while Tails wrapped his good tail around the second’s leg and swang him into the wall.

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We caught up, let’s head back to the other perspective. Sonic and Tom were pleased to see the other boys at their aid. Knuckles ripped the door straight off the cell and the two entered.

“Oh no, they used my invention on Tom. Hopefully we can fix this once we get home!” Tails remarked.

“It’s alright. Glad you guys made it!” Sonic replied.

“Now we need to get me out of here and dash home so we can plan our next steps” Tom interjected. At the moment, transport seemed difficult, but Sonic planned on just holding Tom the entire way. He did it for the turtle, so Tom would be fine. As long as they weren’t interrupted, storage would be unnecessary. Just then, they were interrupted by the footsteps down the hall. The Atom Meister was on his way.

“Sonic!” Tails whispered. “We need to hide Tom so he can’t take him back!”

But a quick look around revealed no hiding spot, so Sonic froze. The footsteps echoed louder and louder in his head, until eventually he came up with a plan. He knew neither him nor Tom would enjoy this, but it was seemingly his only option. Remembering Tails’s comments about what the shrinking would do to a human, he quickly uttered his plan.

“Tom, this is going to sound really gross, but to get you out, I need to… swallow you” he whispered. Tom shook his head in denial.

“It’s the only hiding place we have, and the shrinking should keep you safe!” Tails added, trying to help convince Tom, who clearly was shocked. This was insane! The thought of being stored within the guts of another living being, let alone his SON, was one that could only come from the mind of a lunatic, of a hungry person. The option presented was to be eaten, like food, hidden away with no further thought. And yet, right here, right now, it was somehow necessary to be eaten, a singular solution to a messy problem. He had no time. In heavy reluctance, he agreed.

Sonic was also heavily conflicted about this, but he had no other choice besides being caught. Shakily, he opened his mouth and stuck his slimy tongue out in range for Tom to climb onto. The sight was something he never expected to see in his lifetime: the near-uncanny teeth shining in his face, the healthy pink of the mouth, and his throat, instinctually flexing in anticipation of its next meal. Placing his left hand upon the tongue, Tom somewhat recoiled but placed his right hand on too, with less recoil. He climbed his way onto the tongue and sat in the small pool of saliva that had formed. Slowly, Sonic clicked his mouth shut.

This was an odd sensation for both of them. For Tom, he was in the hot, humid, fleshy maw of someone so much bigger and more powerful than him. Every tongue twitch of both anticipation and fear was obvious and could be felt below him. For Sonic, he had a living, breathing thing on his tongue. Someone he trusted and had previously been cared for was now his responsibility and was entirely within his mercy. Despite the power split, Sonic took extreme care covering him in the slime, keeping Tom away from the teeth that could easily cut him. As the footsteps of the Atom Meister got closer, panic set in. Sonic quickly produced another pool of saliva, shuffled Tom back with his tongue, tilted his head and gulped, hard. A gasp emitted from Tails as he witnessed Sonic’s Adam’s apple move and realized that Sonic had just gulped Tom down with ease, the plan was in motion. Within, Tom yelled as he fell with the liquids headfirst into the flexing throat that gripped him and dragged him past the uvula and epiglottis down, down into the core of the hedgehog.

“How is this possible?!”

These were the words the Atom Meister asked in disbelief as he looked apon the scene in front of him: the tiny man he had imprisoned was nowhere to be seen, and the blue rodent was surrounded by other rodents, red and yellow. His guards had been knocked out.

“Honestly, I’m more embarrassed than angry, so I’ll offer mercy. Tell me where the tiny Tom went, and I won’t shrink you all and toss you into a wasp nest. Fair? I think so”

What he wasn’t aware of, though, was that Tom was right in front of him, just hidden away. As Tom slid down the esophagus, he contemplated his choices thus far. He had allowed Tails to make his atom reduction garbage, chosen to use the door closest to the home invaders, and where had this led him? To the innards of a blue alien hedgehog he had taken in. After what seemed like an eternity, the sphincter opened and he was dropped unceremoniously into the stomach.

This place sucked. It was a pitch black swamp filled with acid and the smell of death. The liquid was stagnant and chunky, which was just a nightmare really. Perhaps the worst part was the temperature: just unbearably hot and unliveable. This was what he imagined Texas felt like. At this moment, he’d preferred to be experimented on by the Atom Meister rather than be in this chamber of flesh and liquids, in the inner chamber where he didn’t belong.

The stomach itself didn’t recognize this, and let more acids seep in, acids that had no effect on the reduced atoms. Tom wondered if Sonic had been aware of this fact or if he had just recklessly risked his life, had eaten him without knowing if he would be treated as such by his body. The stomach churned around him, unaware it wasn’t doing anything worthwhile.

Meanwhile, the boys were obviously not about to reveal Tom’s hiding place. It would compromise everything.

“The location of the tiny man is a secret we intend to uphold” Knuckles told the Meister. The Meister rolled his eyes so hard he got somewhat dizzy.

“Figures. Welp, enjoy torture” he replied. “GUARDS! GRAB THESE FOOLS!”

Crickets. His entire security detail had been knocked out in these two battles. Perhaps he needed more, but at this rate, Disruption Corporation would have him sacked for his utter failure. Might as well spite them.

“Great. Welp, I’m losing my job. My career, my dignity, my life has been ruined because you three managed to sweep away my entire security detail. They’re-“

Two soldiers, limping, took this time to enter the scene, shooting a shot at Sonic who of course dodged it. Much to the dismay of the Atom Meister, who stood away rooting for them, this battle wouldn’t last long. The boys dashed out of the cell and beat the crap out of the two soldiers, Knuckles punching, Tails doing something meaningful, and Sonic quickly tying their belts together and around them to restrain them.

The Meister could only simply say, “Well color me impressed. Bye!” as he ran off to the stairs. Knuckles ran after him, dashing up the stairs and keeping up. The Meister had panic on his face and sweated harder with each quick step, doing everything his body would let him to get the hell out of Dodge. With determination in his eyes he strided long and hard, catching up with the Meister down the hallway and tackling him to the brown carpet like a football player. Sonic caught up with them and so did Tails. The three dragged his big body to the machine, where he was shrunk and imprisoned in the same Tupperware Tom resided in 10 minutes ago.

“You can’t do this to me! This was my invention and now you’re turning it against me!”

“Actually, sir, that’s my invention, and it was your thievery of my things that turned against you”

“THAT’S MEISTER TO YOU, YOU PETULANT ROACH!”

That though, as Tails pointed out, was a title that was given to someone who earned respect, which he certainly had not. Tails calling him sir was a courtesy, a nice gesture that was undeserved. Popping in now was Maddie. She checked Tom’s location and had found his icon in the middle of the woods.

“What on Earth is going on in here? Where’s Tom?” She asked, somewhat panicked.

“This man stole Tail’s atom reduction machine and kidnapped Tom so we had to get him and stop this guy from using it,” Sonic replied

“Okay, but where is Tom?”

Now this was a question Sonic couldn’t answer, his cheeks beginning to blush under his fur and stuttering.

“Uh-u-u-u”

“He’s in Sonic’s stomach for protection” Tails interjected. This was quite the surprise.

“WHAT? YOU ATE TOM? ALRIGHT, WE’RE HEADING HOME AND YOU’RE COUGHING HIM UP. LET’S GO!” She yelled, shocked.

The boys were unable to transport the machine back home, so Tails destroyed the parts, rendering it useless. Following this, the boys got into the car, suffering from a car ride.

“How could you do that? He could die!”

“Not the way my invention worked” Tails said in defense of Sonic.

“Great, but that’s also, like, extremely gross and disturbing, so not great. Let’s head home and take care of him” she replied, turning up the radio to indicate a desire for a silent car ride the rest of the way until they could get home and retrieve Tom.

Speaking of Tom, how’s he doing? Not great. He’s sitting on the edge of the stomach wall, closed fist under his chin. On the one hand, this is disgusting and he has things to do this afternoon which are going to be impacted by this unless he can take the world’s quickest shower, which he can’t with how much scrubbing he’s going to do. He’s covered in acid and chili dog residue and just so much stuff he doesn’t want to have on him. On the other hand, Sonic had saved him from the Atom Meister’s control, and God only knows where that could’ve gone. This was a hellhole, but a hellhole that kept him safe and secure from malicious no-good villains. He was making peace with this in a way. Besides, it kind of felt like a hot tub in a weird, not-as-good way. Maybe this wasn’t as bad as he thought. He can handle this. Maybe this was… a good thing?

He decided to scratch that last bit out of his mind, but like scratching out text with a single pen line, he was unable to fully do so.

Riding in a stomach sucks.

Who would’ve thought, right? But every little pothole, bump of the car, etc moved Sonic slightly, but tilted his stomach enough to where Tom was slipping and sliding around every once in a while like Eustace in the mouth of the Sand Whale. He was covered not only in stomach juices now, but the slime covering the sides. Sure, it was a safe method of transport, you didn’t have to be too concerned with injury or being spotted by onlookers, but it smelled like death and made you smell bad as a result. It’s like riding in a slip and slide but it’s 90° outside and instead of water, it’s foul acids. Just terrible for the rider.

But what about the horse? Sonic could feel this motion, and it made him feel sick with every movement of the car and Tom as a result. Maybe this would make him vomit Tom back up.

“Sonic, please try and wait until we get home. I just cleaned out the car” Maddie told Sonic, her voice calmer but still somewhat frantic. Can you blame her? Her husband had been eaten alive by their adopted son, was stewing in guts, and despite what Tails had told her about his safety, something was still nagging at her, trying to convince her of the contrary. Her adrenaline did more than just make her mind race, though; her driving somewhat suffered as well. While she attempted to maintain proper etiquette, at least one red light was ran and blinkers weren’t always activated in a timely manner. At the stop sign on Baker Street, she ended up having to slam her brakes as she had missed the stop sign. Silently scolding herself for being foolish. She took a right towards their street, relieved that they were almost home. Relived that soon, Tom would be safe and the boys wouldn’t be so stressed.

Maddie pulled into her driveway slowly as to not hit the trash cans. Once the car had eased to a halt, she shifted into park and pressed the start button on her car to shut it off, the pistons no longer firing and the fan slowing down towards silence. The boys, squished in the backseat, filed out, Sonic and Tails from their right, Knuckles from his left. Maddie stepped out after unbuckling and made her way towards Sonic, who was idly standing with his head tilted downward somewhat.

“Alright, you and I are headed to the kitchen sink”

Maddie gripped Sonic’s hand and the two made their way up the steps into the front door, with Tails and Knuckles behind. Making their way to the kitchen, Sonic stepped upon the step stool and peered down into the sink. Maddie, prepared, put the stopper into the garbage disposal to prevent Tom from going down there. If only Pat Kramer had been so fortunate, the entire third act of that movie wouldn’t have happened. Sonic took a second, puzzled at Maddie’s crossed arms next to him. It took him a minute to realize the expectation: Maddie wanted him to throw Tom back up, thereby releasing him from his fleshy cage. Taking a deep breath, he stuck his pointer and middle fingers down his throat, causing a heavy gag. Repeating the motion caused him to spit up some bile into the sink, but nothing major. Third times the charm? Taking yet another deep breath, he stuck those fingers down and out from the depths of his core came liquidy orange vomit, and directly in the middle of the splatter was Tom, even more grossed out than before, attempting to sit up but not stand just yet. He was decently dizzy from the sudden expulsion.

“That was the grossest thing I’ve ever done” Tom remarked nonchalantly.

“Tom! Are you alright?” Maddie asked.

“Yeah, just a bit freaked out and somewhat dizzy.

She leaned over Sonic, who was on his knees recuperating from the energy-heavy event, and turned on the water to just a sprinkle to wash Tom off. She gave him a drop of Dawn dish soap bubble and he used it to wash himself somewhat, scrubbing fully clothed due to the presence of children in the room. Once he wasn’t covered in any unclean liquids, she lifted him gently onto a hand towel, which he used to dry himself. Cleanliness was something he had dearly missed for the last 30 minutes, and he was happy to have it back.

He was unfortunately going to have to be late to work, but hopefully he wouldn’t be in too much trouble for it; he’d never been late once before. Sonic was still drained from vomiting, but he was glad that he wouldn’t have to swallow another living being anytime soon. The experience wasn’t as enjoyable as the movies had made it up to be. Tails and Knuckles were also glad to be back home and that they’d never have to drive that stupid ATV again.

Now, even with the resolution of the problem and everyone being happy with the end of the Atom Meister’s drama, there was still a glaring issue, something that hadn’t quite been addressed. Nobody really had a grasp on what, but it slowly seeped into their minds, filling their heads and choking out the relief. Slowly, everyone turned to Tails for a moment and after what felt like ages, Tom broke the pregnant silence, airing the thought everyone had been infected with.

“So uh, Tails, how do I get back to regular size?”

Ladies and gentlemen, theys and gays, I’ve got something splendid for you all today. It’s time for:

tefifonconnoisseur’s OC dump!

Disclaimer: I went through a deep dive for OCs I’ve created since 2021, and every drawing after the first was before my drawing class and thus around 2021-22, since I didn’t draw much last year, and what I did was just OC doodles.

All characters work for the DDB, a news company that reports on either the most nothing news or almost gets themselves killed, with very little in between.

If you want more info on any of this, feel free to ask either on my page or in the comments.

I do touch on vore throughout, but mostly roles and a brief thing about it at the end. This is mostly G/T centric though

All is below the cut for the sake of not filling your feed. Please don’t use my OCs without my permission.

Aristotle Buttermilk

Age: 18

Position at DDB: Reporter

Status: Prey

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: AroAce

Misc.: Autistic, prefers peace, enjoys classical music and any music considered “gay”

Carlene Fernsby

Age: 43

Position at DDB: CEO

Status: Wants nothing to do with vore, prey if you enjoy pain

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Straight

Misc: Prone to violence and Karen behavior, guards Aristotle from himself and is his protector. Carlene hates Francine but hasn’t had reason to fire her yet

Mildred Everlove

Age: 65

Position at DDB: Sound Designer and Composer

Status: Prey

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Lesbian

Misc: Her soulmate, Chloe, passed tragically in 1989 and thus she hasn’t been in the dating scene much since, plays Matilda Brunswick in “Titans of Philadelphia” (see more below). She’s a grandmotherly figure and caring, but not to those who hurt those she loves

Francine and Charlie Dill

Age: 28

Position at DDB: Francine is a secretary, Charlie runs HR

Status: Switch

Pronouns: Jeanne goes by she/her, Charlie by he/him

Misc: As you could guess, twins. Charlie went to college while Francine served time in the military before coming back and becoming a secretary. Charlie is a perfectionist and takes complaints seriously, while Francine is more laid-back and carefree, except not really since she’s more Karen then Carlene.

Mr. President

Age: 222

Position at DDB: President

Status: Switch

Pronouns: They/Them (Mr. Is gender-neutral)

Sexuality: Unknown

Misc: nobody knows where he came from, he just said he was the president and everyone just accepted it. He could be a god, but nobody really bothers to ask. He is actually nice weirdly enough, but nobody talks to him so nobody actually knows

Pelvis Resley

Age: 37

Position at DDB: He’s supposed to be running IT, but he probably leaves the IT staff to fend for themselves and goes to do shows

Status: Pred

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Home Depot membership card levels of straight

Misc: He does Elvis impressions and tries to get any woman breathing in his general vicinity. He would’ve been fired if Mr. President didn’t find him too funny. His personality shifts depending on how well his previous night’s show went, but nobody likes him.

Le Cube

Age: 39

Position at DDB: Cook

Status: Pred

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Bi

Misc: Basically Pelvis but with more charisma and nice all the time. He prefers not to perform but rather to record jazz music.

The Selenites

Age: They’re a species, range is 0-98 usually

Position at DDB: They ruin everything

Status: Usually Preds

Misc: They’re basically the ones from “A Trip To The Moon”, just with my take. They’re aliens that occasionally show up at DDB and just wreck everything. They are 65 feet tall and they hate Mr. President, but can never get him. They are the villains of this universe.

Other basic world information:

Akin to the OCs of other vore enjoyers who won’t be named, the DDB sorta just enter other realities (fandoms) whenever they want, no explanation

The company is located in a small Midwestern town in the middle of nowhere

Shrinking tech and growing tech was perfected in 199X and the DDB’s guys keep the secrets under wraps, but not well since when things happen, EVERYONE KNOWS

Giants do exist; they live separately following the human-giant war of 1933

Due to the rules of dimensional scaling being nonexistent, the DDB crew are tiny in certain worlds but not others.

Giants are 60 years ahead of humans

Mildred Everlove has performed a show in a stomach before.

The “Titans of Philadelphia” movie centers around Matilda Brunswick and her apprentice Alfonso who assist in the human-giant war of 1933. She uses a 1905 Oldsmobile with plasma guns attached for combat. After being eaten by a giant teen, Skip, and freed, they team up with him to defeat the big bad dictator Kristopher. It was released in 1989 and became a cult classic when released on VHS in early 1990.

Stomachs only work when the owner of that stomach wants it to