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Laios' Half-Footed Meal (M/M; Digestion Implied)

“L-Laios... what are you doing?”

Chilchuck’s back hit the wall of the dungeon as he found himself being cornered. His chest wheezed with fright and his eyes darted back and forth for some method of escape befitting the Touden party’s trapmaster. However, the tallman was bigger and much stronger than the half-foot would like to admit. Even if Chilchuck humored the idea of running, Laois’ meaty body and bulky armor was blocking the exit. His sights darkened as Laios’s imposing shadow engulfed him. As was often the case, the tallman was smiling ear to ear, but this time... there was something about it that looked sinister. Predatory even.

“Remember how we met those Lilliputians a while back on one of the floors of the dungeon?”

The half-foot thought back to that dungeon level. His ears twitched at the implications. “Laios... I don’t think I like what you are going with this...”

The blonde man stared at his little friend in much the same way a lion does when stalking an antelope that strayed away from the pack. Pangs rippled the tallman’s walls giving away what his intentions were for his teammate. The sound of Laois’s hands hitting the walls reverberated off the ancient structure. “I’m sorry, Chilchuck. I’m just... awfully hungry.”

His large hands rolled down the wall and groped the half-foot's shoulders. Laois did not have a harsh grip over him, but he put in enough pressure to keep Chilchuck from running and alerting the others about his sinful display. “I know we said we would not eat humanoid monsters... but I just had that curiosity...”

“Laios, you’re insane.” Chilchuck tried to peel himself free to no avail. “I mean you always are, but... can we not do anything too rash?”

The tallman chuckled in amusement at his friend’s hopelessness. To be completely honest, he always saw him as being somewhat cute. His diminutive size, combined with those large ears of his, came together to create an adorable creature. One that Laios was certain would taste incredible. Chilchuck felt violated from the persistent, uncompromising stares wanting nothing more than to shield his body.

“Laios, you’re better than this...” Beads of sweat rolled down the half-foot's forehead. He had faced many of the monsters in the dungeon from the dreaded cockatrice to the Red Dragon itself, but never had he felt truly in danger. Laios’s golden eyes bore holes into his body and sensed his fear welling to the surface. “Besides... Senshi probably found some more harpy eggs somewhere, so we could wait around.”

“Heh... as tempting as that would be... why not whet my palate... I am curious what flavors are packed away in that cute body of yours...”

“L-Laios... you can’t just go and – GAH!!”

A jet of hot air assaulted his left ear. The tallman crouched to the half-foot's level and lustfully blew into his ear. A cute squeak escaped from the deepest pits of Chilchuck’s gut and echoed on the walls. Chilchuck slammed his hands over his mouth to hide his embarrassment. How could Laios do it? Surely, he knew how sensitive that half-foots' ears are. “Why... why did you do this?”

The blonde man was so close now he could hear a low moan melt from his stomach. “You look so cute, Chilchuck... mmm... I want to feel you squirming around...”

He bit Chilchuck's ear causing his hapless victim to squeal again. There was something about frightening him that made the tallman feel alive. He gently bit into the cartilage of Chilchuck’s ear relishing the flavor. Before the half-foot could protest, Laios slipped the tip of his tongue into his ear and relentlessly sucked and probed.

“GAH! Laios! No, not...” Chilchuck’s eyes rolled back as his body tensed up. “Not... there...”

Instinct would rule that he push the bigger man away, but the more Laois slurped and suckled on his ears, the further it enhanced his pleasure. The constant probing drilled into his mind lowering his defenses. Such boldness made the half-foot feel weak as he stumbled while trying to keep himself up. Chilchuck wanted to protest about being treated as nothing more than a slab of meat, but Laios’s confidence was overpowering his fight or flight responses. Hoot drool oozed from the tallman’s mouth and smeared the ground. “Forgive my greediness... but... try not to be too much trouble for me...”

“L-Laios! No! Wait, wait, you can’t -!”

Chilchuck fumbled his words upon seeing Laios’s jaws unhinged. The hot steam of his breath wafted over the half-foot's face as he stared into the vast darkness tucked behind the tallman’s uvula. Strings of drool dangled down from the roof of his maw to the base of his tongue. Without warning, Laios seized the back of his head and catapulted his face on his rough tongue. Reflexively, Chilchuck tries to pry himself from his friend’s hold, but it was of no use. He felt vibrations rumble around him as Laios let a sensual moan slip out.

Laios’s upper teeth scraped Chilchuck’s crown, keeping him in place so he could enjoy his taste. His eyes glazed over in astonishment. The thought of devouring the little people he and his party encountered earlier was the farthest away from his mind. He couldn’t have considered himself more blessed that he would be the one to savor such an exquisite taste. No wonder other adventurers would use half-foots as lures for monsters such as succubi or sirens. His lean, pork flavor was so rich, it melted in his mouth.

He squeezed Chilchuck’s arms to the side and pushed the smaller man deeper into his fleshy dungeon. The half-foot's petite shoulders popped into Laios’s mouth like a ripe grape making the chance of the brown-haired man breaking free further out of reach. Inside, Laios’s organ lavished him in humid, slimy affection with copious amounts of slobber drenching Chilchuck’s eyebrows and hair, transforming the latter into small clumps of soggy mounds. The half-foot slid past Laios’s uvula accompanied by his delicate neck.

“Laios! Stop it! You’re freaking me out!!”

His screams came as muffled shrieks behind Laios’s sternum. The tallman giggled at how ticklish the sensation felt, but he only doubled down on claiming the tall humanoid as his own. Tugging and grappling with Chilchuck’s attire, Laios started tearing at the seams until Chilchuck was rendered nearly nude aside from his undergarments and shoes. Chilchuck gasped in shock at how bold his teammate was being, but... it was not his place to complain since food doesn’t talk after all. A red blush spread across his face to the tips of his large ears. “H-How can you just strip me naked without thinking too much about it!?”

Laios’s hand dipped down and cupped the bottom of Chilchuck’s undergarments hoisting him in the air. Being rough housed like that led to a shifting in the frontal view of the half-foot's attire. He only shared his goods with his ex-wife... at least Laios could have asked him out to dinner before groping him. His head slid past Laios’s chest as his screams became more distant. The tallman ruthlessly ate, sliding his tongue on Chilchuck’s chest.

The two men were as different as night and day. Largely because of his experience fighting as a soldier, Laios had a beefier build and was reasonably healthy. That being said, even though there was little noteworthy muscle on Chilchuck, he was rich in protein. That was all that mattered as far as the tallman was concerned. The slightest flicking of his tongue caused Chilchuck to buck at how remorseless Laios was being. He could have sworn that he was teasing him from his actions, but Laios lacked self-awareness to consider that.

His tongue swirled around on Chilchuck’s bare nipples revealing a hint of salt that contrasted with the rest of his frame. Drool oozed from Laios’s mouth and crept down the half-foot's exposed back. As he chewed, Laios was met with wave after wave of flavor. He licked and slurped while adjusting his jaws to squeeze more of his unwilling victim inside. Each impassioned gulp dragged the tiny man deeper into his core.

Panting, Laios’s lips stretched to the end of Chilchuck’s spine and greedily wrapped around his hips. A noxious fume entered Chilchuck’s nostrils upon being ushered into his new home for the next 22 hours or so. The pink, rubbery walls of Laios’s stomach lining rumbled in anticipation at breaking down its halfling meal. The brunette thrashed his legs around in hopes of striking the mad tallman, but Laios was expecting some resistance.

A quick succession of swallows pulled the half-foot's legs inside. The appendages bulged crudely and stretched until Laios’s throat returned to its true state. Drool rolled down his lips and puddled on his breastplate. As he licked his chops, more drool rushed from his parted lips. His torso became heavier with his meal finally settling in. Since Chilchuck was smaller, Laios could easily keep him hidden since the half-foot would hardly make a dent on him. His belly jutted slightly over his upper hips, but nevertheless not enough to make someone question if he had something stowed away in there.

Chilchuck was forced into a squatting position his movements limited due to being wedged between Laios’s stomach and the armor rubbing into him. Laios tapped his fingertips on his belly, moaning at the slightest movements coming from his captive. He smacked his lips hoping to hold on to the last hint of flavor lingering from his half-foot meal.

“Wow, Chilchuck, you tasted better than I imagined.” The tallman belched unwittingly expelling a huge percentage of oxygen from his gut. “Definitely better than a Lilliputian!”

Curves and indents of Chilchuck’s body stretched from Laios’s taut skin. “How the hell is that a compliment!? Let me out!!”

“Senshi must have found some ingredients for our meal today,” Laios explained absentmindedly, “but you feel so good...”

The temptation of keeping his friend in his digestive organ crossed his mind as he plopped on the ground and caressed his veiled gut. “I’ll let you out... don’t worry...just settle down.”

Chilchuck’s ears twitched in horror as he heard the exhaustion in Laios’s tone. “Laios! Laios!! Don’t you dare sleep! Idiot!”

He swore in different languages Laios couldn’t recognize and thrashed around as hard as he could, but his worst fears became realized as he heard the steady snoring coming from the tallman. No amount of kicking or punching would be enough to wake him up. “Shit...”

A Demon's Meal (M/M, Digestion, WG)

“You were able to escort Yaeka without much issue?” Kei Sugihara asked. He was in the kitchen making tea for the Sakuragi clan as usual. They were an infamous Yakuza-based group that made the surrounding area their turf. The righthand man of this organization was simply known as the “Demon of Sakuragi.” Real name Toru Kirishima, he was the most feared individual in the criminal underground.

Like his namesake, he was a mad dog who gnawed at its leash with bated breath anticipating the event of being unleashed and ripping hapless saps to shreds. With no mercy and zero remorse for all the limbs he broke and crime syndicates he demolished; Toru always craved violence it being the sole reason he joined the gang. He was a monster in human’s skin. His thirst for carnage could never be satiated.

That was until he was saddled with the most difficult of tasks by the boss: becoming the guardian of his precious daughter. With that, the Demon of Sakuragi was strapped in inescapable, unbreakable chains and sealed away behind a mental wall. Defanged and his claws furled, there was the seeming end of the dreaded righthand man of the Sakuragi clan.

Toru sat on the couch his arms perched on the back. His foot was propped on the glass table in front of the couch. Every now and then, he brushed his messy short, blue hair and fidgeted with his glasses. He nodded to the blonde man. “Yes, I have. Hope the little lady has a great time at school.”

Kei smiled. He had almost forgotten how long he had known the ex-demon. When he first met the future righthand man of the Yakuza group, Kei was a small-time thief who made the unfortunate decision to rob an old woman’s antique store which happened to be on their turf. Ever since then, he became a contributing member of the Sakuragi clan even if it meant he would mostly brew tea.

While Toru was relaxing on the couch, he felt a slight discomfort. It was a recognizable pang that anyone who was ever alive understood very well. He rubbed his flat stomach feeling the organ undergoing the process of eating itself. That’s right: he had taken the little lady to school and left without getting a bite to eat. Maybe it had to do with some suspicions of rival gangs moving in or something else entirely, but he had neglected the most basic of self-care by depriving his body of needed nourishment.

“Hey, Kei, we got something to eat in this joint?”

“Ms. Kurosaki said something about heading out to gather ingredients for her restaurant.” He placed the tea on the boiler before continuing to speak in his matter-of-fact tone. “ Yaeka did have some left over Ohagi from the time she had her friends over.”

Toru pondered on it. His glasses obscured his contemplative eyes. Sure, he could help himself to some of those sweet rice balls, but what were they really? Just simple starches and carbohydrates. Even eating about three would not be enough to hold him over. Yaeka’s aunt would not be back for a good while; he’d be reduced to just skin and bones by then.

The hunger pangs rattled his walls with growing impatience. There was also the possibility of ordering takeout as well, but even then, it was presented with the same issues that depending on Kurosaki demonstrated. Toru got up from his seat and shook his head. He had no other choice.

Kei was humming to himself watching the tea boil for a few minutes. Little would he know but after this, his services would no longer be needed. This was actually not the first time Toru debated eating him. After all, he was surprised that no other member of the Sakuragi clan – or any rival gangs for that matter – never jumped the gun and sent this long-haired pretty boy down their gullet.

He was a perfect meal: not too muscle-bound, but he was still lean with his fair skin and gentle nature. Kei was by no means a pushover; whenever Toru was babysitting the Boss’s daughter, he would fill the role of providing the “conversation skills” that made him a high-ranking Yakuza member of his own right. But he was also someone that was weaker-willed and often the victim of the brunt of Toru’s subdued ire.

While he took some of the cups for the tea, he felt a tightening sensation around his wrist. In his carelessness, Toru had grabbed his hand. He gulped and slowly, his eyes locked with the Demon. “What are you?”

This was the Demon of Sakuragi that he knew and dreaded. His wrist wriggled and writhed underneath the grip of the seasoned gentleman. He could feel the bones in his hand cracking from the pressure. But his eyes. Good god, his eyes. The Demon’s eyes glazed over from the severe hunger fuming in his stomach. Kei was unable to steady his rapid heartbeat. The hair on his arms and legs stood on end. His fear was bubbling to the surface. He wanted to scream, but he did not want to risk angering the blue-haired man.

“The Ohagi sounds great, but I’m afraid I have to decline.” He licked his chops with a string of drool pooling from the underside of his tongue. “In fact, I have something else in mind.”

Kei yelped. It was admittedly cute watching him struggle against his higher-up. In any other instance, Toru would be irritated with him and do something to give him some minor harm. But instead, he smiled. Instead of a comfortable one, he grinned like a hyena to reveal his sharp canines. Kei buckled his knees together. There were two people that he ever feared: the Boss and Toru.

The Demon of Sakuragi was in his prime again. His partner’s fear was so thick, he could slice it with a knife. Sweat poured from his pores which only provided seasoning for his delectable meat. “I-I know a good place that makes some good okonomiyaki! If you let me go, I could...”

Toru licked his cheek without provocation. Squeamish, Kei moaned in surprise. The salt dissolved on the tip of Toru’s invasive muscular organ. The rich flavor supplied the Demon with renewed energy much like drinking coffee to recharge your body. Wide and awake, Toru tried to relish the taste of sweat for as long as he could. Drool streamed down around the corners of his mouth.

As a shark is drawn to blood in the water, Toru craved the blonde boy’s tantalizing flesh. “Thank you for the meal.”

“K-Kirishima!!”

There was no getting around it: Toru had forfeited his humanity all for the sake of his hunger. The demon within had escaped its binding leaving the human side to rot away in the mental prison. In his madness, Toru slammed the cups on the ground and pitched Kei at the wall. Kei was not even granted a second to catch his breath. He looked up to bear witness to a terrifying sight. His grip becoming increasingly tighter, Toru lowered his head until his hot breath wafted over Kei’s face.

Kirishima’s lips pressed against Kei’s stopping short of having his tongue assault the inside of his mouth. Kei’s heart fluttered at the uncertainty of what he should be feeling. It should be fear, but seeing Toru stare at him with such intensity flushed his cheeks red.

Instead of bright, colorful surroundings of the outside world, Kei was instead thrust into the cramped, inconceivable darkness of Toru’s mouth. The Demon’s taste buds danced around with intoxication at the overabundance of the salty taste of Kei’s flesh pressing on his tongue. It reminded him of tangy pork buns the thought only making him more famished.

Voracious swallows drew Kei’s head down the entrance of Toru’s gullet. Kei tried to breathe but he was being crushed by the tight throat. His face crammed into the rippling walls stretching out the tight skin of Toru’s throat. Echoes of his scream melted through Toru’s neck in ambiguous mumblings until he burst through the sphincter of Toru’s stomach.

Toru massaged his prey’s back and adjusted his jaws around Kei’s shoulders. The Demon of Sakuragi’s hips bucked and ground against the front of Kei’s pants. He never anticipated that Kei would be so fucking good it made him horny. His crotched thrusts against Kei’s uncaring that the blonde man’s back was arching like a terrified cat’s. He was not just the man who would do the devouring; Toru wanted to tease his meal first for as long as he could. Toru pressed deeper into Kei’s front and beat harder.

Kei moaned in a mixture of humiliation, but the butterflies in his stomach filled his mind with thousands of thoughts. Toru dug into the back of Kei’s shirt and tore the fabric apart. Kei winced at feeling the tug happening in his pants. He hated himself for being so enticed by what Toru was doing, but he had to admit it: he was becoming aroused by Toru’s aggression. He should be disgusted, but his throbbing member entered its erect state and groaned for release from Toru’s incessant assaults.

Toru was now halfway down his waist. He lapped his tongue on Kei’s pecs denoting the small hints of muscle to his frame. He was a skinny man, but his abdominal muscles could be felt underneath his skin. He lathered the blonde Yakuza man’s bellybutton drawing out Kei’s suffering.

Toru’s buttons ripped from their seams and fell to the ground to allow more room for the large meal. With Kei being around the same size as Kirishima, he would obviously make for a large bulge. Toru balanced his increasing globe on the kitchen stove the slight movement catching Kei off guard. His belly shuffled around with pronounced dents and bulges.

When Toru crammed the young man’s pelvis into his salivating maw, Kei’s legs kicked on instinct and actually managed to hit Toru for a split-second. Toru used his left-hand and pushed the seat of Kei’s pants not wanting to put his meal on pause.

ULP

Kei was completely locked away inside of Toru’s stomach. Forced into a curled position, Kei’s heart beat faster. The rippling walls began pumping and secreting gastric juices. It all should be horrific, but Kei’s dick only became harder because of the sudden tightening pressing into him. He could feel the juices absorbing into his skin and pooling at his feet, but he couldn't help but feel like some carnal sin was awakening within him.

His hips bucked and stretched a dent at the top of Toru’s belly. Toru smirked in amusement. “You seriously gonna jack it while you are being digested by my stomach?”

“Shut up.”

Laughing, Toru plopped his butt on the couch and rolled to his side. Sensing something in his teeth, he picked at it with the nail of his pinky finger and pried a long strand of blonde hair from his teeth. “You are a little slut, aren’t you?”

His stomach sizzled and boiled to life overtaking the young man. He was having the time of his life. He hated himself for being such a pig, but he was over cloud nine. Or it could be that the corrosive acid is scrambling his brain. Whatever the case, he finally reached his breaking point and came. His breath staggered, and all he could do at that point was close his eyes and let the acid take him in its digestive embrace.

Toru pushed the palm of his left hand into the paunch to check if Kei was still there. Instead, he could feel specks of bones and dissolving meat churning. He pulled his arm away. Whenever you have a big meal like that, the best thing to do is sleep it off. He stretched his arms until they popped and yawned.

“At least you were good for something.”

Toru licked his chops delighted that traces of Kei’s taste still lingered on his lips.

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“Bye, Yaeka !”

Sarah and Kaeda bid Yaeka farewell and went their separate ways once school ended for the day. She had drawn a picture for her father and was hopeful that he’d enjoy it. After all, she put a lot of work into drawing and coloring it. Her eyes scanned the schoolground for her babysitter.

With luck, she did find him, but something about him felt...off. His shirt barely held the avalanche of his midriff at bay. His arms and legs were plump with fat making his movement lag. The bottom of his paunch muffin-topped above his pants. The seams of his outfit stuck to his body like glue accentuating the curves thanks to Kei padding him up. Each walk made his fattened form jiggle.

“Hey, little lady.”

Yaeka looked at her guardian for a few seconds. Millions, or even billions of thoughts and questions unsettled the young girl. “Are you okay?”

Toru gave a fake laugh and awkwardly rubbed the back of his head with his plump arm. The fat weighed down from his arms like sandbags. “ Of course, I am. Shall we go?”

He held out his hand to the young girl. She could not help but notice his fingers have gone from being thin to the size and plumpness of sausages. Regardless, she took her babysitter’s hand and looked away. Toru sighed in relief. Good, she wasn’t probing for further answers. If he could take control of the situation until they returned to the Sakuragi residence, he would be home fre -!

“Hey, guys!”

Oh, god . He knew that flamboyant voice quite well. It was his flamboyant friend from school, Rei Hojo. He could easily pick out that blonde-haired young man with the ponytail and painted fingernails from a haystack. He needed to get away with Yaeka before he notices.

Rei’s eyes widened in amazement. “Oh, wow, what happened to you, Kirishima?”

Before he could tell a convincing lie, the gay man descended on him and copped a feel of his butt. Toru’s pants were stuck against the blue-haired man’s skin making them incapable of being removed. Toru’s cheeks had quadrupled in size with his bulbous assets slightly spilling out of the back.

Toru blushed. “Please, don’t do that in public.”

Rei giggled. “But you’re so soft and plushy like a teddy bear! ~ ”

Toru groaned. He was not going to live down this ridicule, was he?

FG: Peter is Hungry (M/F, Digestion)

Mr. and Mrs. Griffin were sleeping in their shared bed one night after their usual ravaging. Something that kept Meg, Chris, and Stewie up. After all - night porking, Peter awoke with his stomach rumbling. Peter sluggishly opens his eyes and rolls over on his side. He reached out and gently tapped Lois’ shoulder.

“Hey, Lois,” he said in a soft tone, “make me a sandwich.”

Lois rolled on her side as well. “Just three more hours, dear.”

Peter waited around a few seconds before tapping on her shoulder again. She was still heavily asleep, but she also had an agitated tone in her voice. “Three more hours, Peter.”

Peter pouted. He was still unbearably famished, and his wife was refusing his demands of making him a sandwich. I mean, he could’ve gotten out of bed and walked down to the kitchen to make himself a sandwich, but he was in a comfortable sleeping position. As he pondered what to do, he couldn’t help but watch Lois sleeping. She was kind of cute when she was on her side dozing off. She even seemed delectable even. Peter’s stomach groaned again.

Peter knew what he had to do. He leaned up close to Lois’ sleeping face and opened his mouth. Angling his jaws just right, he stuffed Lois’s face inside of his maw. This swift motion stirs Lois awake. “Mff!?” Lois felt the wet, hot steam of her husband’s breath on her face. Peter didn’t respond, he only swallowed harder. Lois’s face bulged in his cheeks before it descended his esophagus. Peter rolled forward sucking up more of Lois’s body. He worked down her slender neck to her shoulders. Lois was wide awake now, her nostrils getting singed upon entering Peter’s stomach.

Peter’s belly was alive with Lois’s kicking and thrashing. Peter grabbed her waist as though it were a jumbo cheeseburger, holding her in place . He paused at her sweet ass, chomping on it momentarily until he pushes the rest of her inside his mouth. He swallowed deeply, sending the last of his wife down. She found herself getting into a tight ball.

“Damn, Lois, you tasted great!” Peter said, a belch exiting his mouth. He gave his belly a good pat.

“All this because I wouldn’t make you a sandwich?” Lois screamed.

The sounds of digestion drowned out Lois’s protests. Peter stretched and plopped back down on the bed, clutching his belly between his arms. A bulge of Lois was crouched in front of him. He was blissfully unaware that his stomach acid was starting to fill up his stomach, burning Lois.

“Peter, dammit, Peter, don’t go to sleep on me!” Lois demanded. Her pleas fell on deaf ears as her idiot of a husband was sprawled on his back, his rotund belly standing on top. Lois kicked and screamed, but the more she struggled, the faster the rate of digestion became. Within hours, Lois lost consciousness and was overtaken by the acid. She was broken down into a thick, yellow-blood stained paste. Peter’s stomach receded throughout the remainder of the night until around 2 AM in the morning.

PFFFT.

Peter woke up to the rays of sunshine peeking through his window. Lois had become nothing more than additional pudge on his belly and nasty ass farts.

“Mmm, I love you too, Lois.”

Voretober day 6- Sorcery

Today is day 6 of voretober! The day of sorcery~! I have chosen to use my magic user Solomon the sorcerer(I know 'very original' heh) Solomon is using his magic to make a 'pesky' prey not so noticeable while he prepares for what he has planned.