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Hey, by any chance, could you do a writing for reader insert, slightly less evil/redeemed Bill Cipher, hurt comfort? It's okay if you don't! (Note: I'm an angsty 18 on anon, but not nsfw or any the like in any way! You'll probably see my nsx vore blog if you answer this ask. If you ever get uncomfy then just block me :3)

(Hello! I’m sorry that it took so long to get to your request! I’ve been dealing with a lot recently. I was honestly not sure how to write this since Bill is a triangle, but I felt like I did fine. I hope you enjoy this!)

Watching Eyes

(A Bill Cipher Vore Fanfic)

Warnings: Themes of stalking and soft vore.

“Why hello, my dear! How have you been?” The familiar chaotic demon welcomed you warmly. You were the only one this triangle ever respected. You treated him with so much kindness that he became curious about you. At first, it started as simple observation. He would ask to go with you on your way to the store or on your way to the park, but this strange relationship started to mean more to him.

Bill has never actually experienced true kindness before you. Humans feared him while the other demons didn’t truly care about him, but you? You cared for Bill, which he slowly grew to appreciate. Eventually, the chaos demon asked you if you’d like to start a relationship. You said yes of course due to his charm and rather humorous personality.

However, today wasn’t really a great day for you. Something has been lurking and been trying to catch you for quite some time. Today, you saw the being on your way to the store. The man was in the parking lot, picking up trash, when you caught his eye. For some reason, he seemed to know you.

He watched you carefully as you walk into the store. You shrugged off the feeling of uneasiness before going in. However, this man only continued to show up more and more. You’d walk into one aisle? He’s now in the same aisle as you. Deciding which soups to buy? He’s looking at a few soups ahead of you.

You tried shrugging it off once again. This was a small store, so maybe he was just trying to shop. However, he never picked up any items. The man also kept looking at you through his peripheral vision. You didn’t truly realize that he was stalking you until you made it halfway to your house.

It was there that you saw the man, jumping behind a bush as soon as you turned around. You gasped with shock. The only thing that you could do was run. So, you ran all the way home, never looking back. Once you got to your safe place, you locked the doors and waited until Bill came home.

You shook your head at the memories and turned to face Bill. “Jeez, you look more shaken up than I was at my last party. What happened?” He was puzzled over the many ways someone would have upset you. “A man..followed me.” You shook as you wrapped a soft blanket around yourself.

Bill growled with a low, menacing tone, “Did he put his hands on you?” You shook your head. “No. He was watching me in the parking lot. Then, he followed me inside the store and he continued to follow me when I was close to home.” Bill’s growl only continued to grow louder.

“That’s disgusting..I may be an interdimensional demon who has done many horrible, yet funny, things in my past, but I would never do anything like that.” You look down and curl up even further in your blanket safety net. Bill sighed before looking at you with the utmost sympathy.

“Would you like me to nom you? I know how much you love it.” Bill asked, sincerely. You nodded as you got up and approached him. “Alright then! Don’t worry, you’ll be completely safe.” His eye turned into a gaping maw, which quickly lowered itself upon you.

The soft walls of flesh cradle your body as you slid down his throat. Warmth enveloped your form, causing you to relax almost instantly. You closed your eyes as you continued to be pulled into his body. Eventually, you reached the demon’s stomach.

The walls looked like a galaxy full of stars. It was rather hypnotic and oddly calming. You smiled to yourself as you curled up against the soft walls of Bill’s belly. From the outside, you can hear Bill chuckle quietly. “If that man ever comes near us again..I’ll rip him to shreds and scatter his remains across the multiverse.”

“Just make sure to not get caught.* You yawn quietly as your eyes grow heavy. The soft heartbeat of the demon was enough to soothe you. Bill said one last thing before you fall asleep. “You don’t need to worry about anything anymore.”

Hi! I wanted to ask if you could do some Shigiraki vore?

Plot: Reader is in the LOV and is mute. Shigiraki decided that Reader needs rest after finding out that they are not getting enough sleep?

(Hello there! Sorry it took so long to do this request. I did really enjoy writing this though! So I hope you like it!)

Need Sone Sleep?

(A Shigaraki Vore Fanfic)

Warnings: none!

Your eyes grew heavy as you slumped over your desk. Insomnia has had its fierce grasp on you for a couple days now and it showed. Your poor disoriented mind hasn’t been able to focus properly during the League of Villains’ meetings and you often couldn’t spend any time with Toga or even your boyfriend, Shigaraki.

Despite his wickedness, Shigaraki really did care about you. He noticed your lack of focus and was wondering why that was the case. Unlike how he treated the others, Shigaraki didn’t jump to conclusions with you. This did irritate some of the other LOV members, since they often thought it was unfair favoritism.

Luckily, Shigaraki never let them get to you. He was always able to help you, even when you couldn’t utter the words. “Are you alright, Y/N?” Shigaraki hummed softly. “I’ve noticed that you haven’t been focused as of late and I wanted to make sure that you were alright.”

You turned around in your chair to face him, your eyes drooping heavily. “Looks like I’ve made the right call. Why haven’t you been sleeping?” Shigaraki tilted his head curiously. You had to think for a second before signing to him, “Regret.” Shigaraki slowly approached you and crouched down in front of you. “Are they not letting you sleep?”

You nodded as tears began to well up in your eyes. Shigaraki wiped the tears from your eyes. “It’s okay, Y/N. I can help you with this..” He thought about the situation for a moment. “Would you like to be tucked away?”

You nodded slowly, realizing that this might be the best option. Shigaraki smiled softly at you. “Alright then.” Without a second to waste, Shigaraki lowered his jaws over you.

The warmth of your boyfriend’s body put you at ease. The gentle and soft muscles of his throat carefully pulled you deeper and deeper. With every swift swallow he took, the environment grew darker and warmer. His soft heartbeat thumped with a hypnotic rhythm. All of this together made this trip incredibly soothing.

Eventually, you reached Shigaraki’s belly. The soft pouch cradled your fragile and tired body. Special breathing rhythms brought the walls to life. They moved around you with the gentlest of touches. You smiled warmly as you curled up within him.

Shigaraki sighed as he felt your weight enter his gut. “There you go. Now you can finally rest. Are you alright in there?” You patted his stomach walls to tell him that you’re more than okay. He chuckled warmly as he got up and walked over to the bed.

“Remember, if you ever need anything, just let me know. I’ll always take care of you.” Shigaraki hummed as he tucked himself in. He started to hum a soft lullaby, which was muffled yet still relaxing. You felt your eyes grow heavier and heavier with each passing second. Eventually, you fell asleep in the warm confines of your lover’s tummy.

I'm just asking but do you write unwilling vore or is it only willing?

I can do unwilling if it’s for protection or playful vore. I don’t do cruel or antagonistic preds. That’s just my personal preference.

(This was requested by @muzansmissingspiderlily. I hope you enjoy this! By the way, Kōkai means regret in Japanese.)

Sins of The Fathers

(A Demon Slayer Vore Fic)

Warnings: Suicide attempt, guilt and regret, soft vore

Word Count: 810

The young black-haired boy stood upon the cliff. He was waiting for the sun to rise, but it wasn’t for human reasons. This boy, Kōkai, was the son of the former Demon King, Muzan Kibutsuji. He was the only one of his father’s children to know of the monstrosities that he had committed and the regret and guilt had slowly devoured him.

Kōkai had officially escaped his father’s grasp right before the demon slayers defeated him. He had no clue that the demon society had changed due to Tanjiro taking the throne. Unfortunately, the guilt of knowing that his father had slain so many innocents was tearing him apart. The young boy outcasted himself and only chose to eat animals to control his demon urges.

However, Kōkai’s guilt grew too strong for the young boy to handle. That is how he found himself here, waiting to be burned away by the sun. “I’m so sorry.” He said to himself with a voice coated in sorrow and sincerity. “Sorry for what?” A deep, yet warm voice spoke through the darkness of the forest. Kōkai jumped with fright.

“Be not afraid..my dear child.” The voice’s owner then stepped out of the bushes. He was a tall man with long black hair, which seemed to have red tips. The man wore a purple and black kimono and a black hakana that firmly tightened with white cloth. Undoubtedly, the man’s strangest feature was his eyes. He had six of them! All of them red with yellow pupils. This man was none other than..Kokusibo, the Uppermoon One demon.

Kōkai had met this demon before, but only once. It was when he accidentally found out his father was a monster. The young boy had gotten lost in the Infinity Castle during one of Muzan’s meetings. There, he stumbled upon his father, conversing with his fellow demons on the different ways they could kill the Hashira. So, he did have good blood with Kokushibo.

“Why are you here? Did my father send you?” Kōkai asked, gritting his teeth. Kokushibo raised his hand, indicating for him to be quiet. “Not at all..dear child..Your father..is gone.” His voice was oddly gentle and sympathetic, which was unlike the stoic and cold voice that Kōkai had heard previously. “Well good riddance! That man was nothing, but a monster!”

Kōkai turned back to the horizon. The sun’s rays were starting to come up. Kokushibo then seemingly started to panic. “Young one..you’ll die if you stay out here..you need to hide!” The young boy shook his head. “You don’t care for my well being! You’re a man eating demon!” Kokushibo sighed with a heavy heart. “I have committed many sins..but things are different now..our new leader forbids us to eat humans..and we’ve become better people because of him.”

Kōkai looked away from him. “Even if that’s true, that doesn’t make what my father did any less evil.” The sun slowly started to rise. “Yes..but it is not your burden to bear!” Kokushibo realized that the boy wasn’t listening to him, so he did the only thing he could do. The six-eyed half-demon rushed towards the boy. He blocked Kōkai’s body from the sun with his own. “Wha-? What are you doing?!”

Kokushibo didn’t respond. He picked up the young boy, opened his maw, and put him inside. “Hey! Stop!” Kōkai struggled against the soft, purple muscles of Kokushibo’s throat. His struggles were fruitless and it only quickened his journey to Kokushibo’s belly.

Due to the drastic size difference, Kōkai didn’t leave much of a mark on Kokushibo’s body. The large demon sighed in relief and rubbed his stomach. “It’s alright..little one…You’re safe now..” Kōkai tried his best to escape the pouch-like organ. “What do you mean?! You ate me!” Kokushibo made a soft, yet sad rumble. “You will not be harmed..I’m merely keeping you out of the sun..”

Kōkai exhausted himself and curled up into a ball. “I deserve it. My father hurt so many innocent lives.” Kokushibo’s heart broke into pieces. He didn’t want the boy to suffer like this. “It is not your fault..They were his actions..not yours..you are not anything like your father…you..are not a monster.”

They boy closed his eyes and listened to the soft gurgles of Kokushibo’s stomach and his heartbeat. These sounds coupled with the warmth and softness of his belly greatly soothed Kōkai. “Are you sure that the demons don’t eat humans anymore?” Kokushibo nodded. “I’m certain..” Kōkai smiled and rubbed the stomach walls around him. “Alright, thank you.”

Kokushibo smiled to himself as he started to walk off. “Of course..little one…You’ll be adored..by the kingdom..” He placed a protective hand over his stomach as he started to head back to the kingdom that he loved dearly.

Can you do a fanfic of nezuko eating daki?

(I sincerely apologize for taking so long. There’s truly been a lot going on and I really only had the energy to write the chapters. I do hope you enjoy this though! Nezuko and Daki have such a sweet relationship in my AU! This also takes place in the modern era/the end of the story, so I hope you like it!)

A Cure For Loneliness

(A Daki and Nezuko Vore Fanfic.)

Warnings: Fluff and soft vore.

Word Count: 804

The sun was shining brightly over the Infinity Castle as many of the half-demons were just going about their daily lives. Some were working at their jobs, which either supplied funds to supply the kingdom or were used for their own purposes. Daki, though, had a day off from her job as a seamstress. She usually worked alongside Nezuko.

Business was rather slow today, so both half-demons were able to quickly go through the orders they received. After completing their day’s work, both Daki and Nezuko decided to meander in the gracious meadow of the kingdom. The grass flowed like a spring river as Daki glided her hand across the feathery, summer greens.

She took a deep breath, admiring the beauty of nature. Off in the distance, she could see Nezuko dipping her hands in the lake on the far side of the meadow. Even with all the luscious beauty and relaxation, Daki still felt incomplete. A sense of longing was tugging at her heart and she wished to aid it.

Her eyes scanned the meadow until they landed on the forest that marked where Kaikoma started to descend. The forest was where some of the half-demons patrolled to keep intruders away, but it was relatively safe during the day. So with that in mind, Daki made her way down to the sea of trees.

The darkness of the forest was both comforting and saddening. The melancholy shadows gave the wilderness an otherworldly feeling. Many memories were made here for many half-demons, so this forest was incredibly important to their kind.

Daki sat down with her back against a tree. The sun was shining perfectly through the trees and onto her, thus being the reason why she chose this spot. She took another deep breath as she drew her knees to her chest. Despite today being a day off, Saki still felt like there was something missing. She couldn’t relax, not alone at least.

Her ears perked up as she heard someone rummaging through the bushes. Daki didn’t look up, though. For she knew exactly who it was. “Hey, Ume.” Nezuko gave her a warm smile. “Are you alright?” Her voice was warm and soft like a summer rain. “Yeah..I’m fine.” Daki replied with a sigh.

“Are you sure?” Nezuko asked with a tilt of her head. “You sound really upset.” Daki looked up at Nezuko. Her blue, human eyes shining brightly. “Nezi, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I should be relaxing. I mean, today’s a day off! But, it feels like there’s something missing.”

Nezuko sat down beside her. “Well, what do you normally do when you relax?” Daki thought for a moment. “I usually go to either Gyutaro, Kerido, Aqua, or you and your brother. I really like being around all of you. You make me feel safe.” Nezuko smiled and purred softly. “It sounds like you’re lonely, Ume.”

“You think so?” Daki raised an eyebrow and sighed. “Damn..I really am that dependent.” Nezuko gently took Daki’s hand and squeezed it. “It’s okay. We all can get lonely. We’re naturally very social and have a close knit community, so it’s reasonable to see why you’re lonely. Where are your brothers and girlfriend?”

“Gyutaro and Kerido are working on some art commissions that brother has fallen back on and Aqua is at a meeting with Queen Hachi.” Nezuko nodded, understanding the situation. “Don’t worry, Ume. I know that it can feel depressing, but please know that we all love you, okay?” Daki nodded, smiled, then rested her head against her legs.

“Would you like me to pouch you?” Nezuko asked, smiling sweetly. Daki nodded and immediately shrunk herself down. She made herself as small as a teddy bear. Her black kimono looked like a cloak on her new form. Nezuko carefully picked up the smaller demon. “Are you ready?” She asked softly. Daki nodded as Nezuko opened her jaws and put her inside.

The light pink walls around Daki soothingly moved with each breath Nezuko took. Her throat was a soft tunnel that helped Daki make her way to Nezuko’s stomach. A soft, fluttery heartbeat echoed around her during her slow and gentle descent. Eventually, Daki made her way to Nezuko’s belly.

She curled up inside the warm pouch-like organ. The slow up and down motions greatly soothes her. Finally, the longing in Daki’s heart eased as she wrapped herself in her Obi sashes. She started to purr softly and she finally relaxed.

Nezuko rubbed her slightly expanded belly tenderly. “Do you feel better?” She asked softly. “Yeah..Thank you, Nezi.” Daki’s voice was slightly muffled, yet still audible. Nezuko chuckled softly with a smile. “I’m glad. Just try to relax. I’m right here if you need me.” Daki smiled as she closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep.

hullo! would you mind writing some more mom mode tanjiro? I really like the concept (:

(Here you go! I’m trying to clear out all my requests and I think people forgot that I’m a vore blog lmao! I’m so sorry it took so long to get to it. I have been thinking about this scenario for a while and I hope you enjoy it!)

The King’s Care

(A Demon Slayer Vore Fanfic!)

Warnings: Blood, swearing, and soft vore

Word Count: 673

“Fucking damn it!” Genya growled as he wrapped his bloodied leg, back flat against a tree. While patrolling the forests of Kaikoma mountain, Genya encountered a large bear. Foam spewed from its mouth, which immediately told Genya that it wasn’t going to be friendly. The bear managed to get a few hits in, including the one on his leg, but Genya managed to shoot the bear right in the chest.

He didn’t want to kill it. The bear was just an animal! Yet he knew he couldn’t let it suffer anymore. Genya tightened the white bandages, trying to stop the bleeding. “I need to get home.” He whispered to himself. The half-demon put his hand against the tree behind him, bracing himself. A loud groan emitted from his throat as he put pressure on his injured leg.

As he put more pressure on it, the pain only grew stronger. The poor pup roared in terrible agony before falling back down. He planted his back against the tree, heaving. “Nemi…Mui..Kanao..” Genya whispered for any sense of comfort. He thought for a second, trying to remember who else was patrolling with him on this night. “Tanjiro.” Genya’s obsidian eyes opened with realization. With a heavy heart, Genya roared into the night, calling for help.

The night sky watched Genya as he waited. Crickets sang their song, completely undisturbed by the blood on the ground. Genya leaned his head up towards the moon, closing his eyes and panting. Then, like a lantern of hope, Genya could hear frantic footsteps rushing through the grass, rapidly approaching him.

Genya opened his eyes to see the young Demon King standing in front of him. His scarlet eyes shone brightly in the night. Genya smiled at his friend. “Hi Tanjiro.” He said softly, looking down at his leg. “I’m uhh..in a bit of a messy situation. Think you could help me?”

Tanjiro nodded as he crouched down. He made a soft rumbling sound, translating to “You’re in too much pain to just carry you back. Let me pouch you.” Genya chuckled softly, realizing what was going on. “I see. You’ve entered ‘Mom Mode’. It’s not necessary, Tanjiro. Besides, Nemi would make fun of me til the day I die..again.”

Tanjiro only rumbled once more. “But you’re hurt!” Genya looked down at the gaping wound, then back up at his friend. He knew that Tanjiro was just trying to help him. Genya sighed and shook his head with a smile. “Alright. Go ahead and pouch me.”

The Demon King smiled warmly before crawling closer. He made a soft chuff before lowering his jaws over his friend. Genya immediately relaxed inside Tanjiro’s warm jaws. The damp and soft environment created such a soothing sensation. With gentle hands, Tanjiro carefully pushed his friend deeper into his gullet.

The Demon King’s maroon throat moved like the waves of the ocean. It’s slow ripples of movement carried Genya down to the organic pouch. He didn’t struggle. He didn’t fight. Genya trusted his friend completely and rested his head against the maroon flesh.

The injured half-demon was gently deposited into Tanjiro’s tummy. His friend’s gentle breathing made the soft and comfortable walls move subtly. The fluffy pouch radiated with warmth and Tanjiro's soothing heartbeat brought great comfort. Genya smiled to himself as he curled up inside Tanjiro’s belly.

Tanjiro made a soft and gentle rumble. Genya chuckled lightly and patted the maroon walls. “Yeah. I'm fine, Tanjiro. Thank you.” A satisfied huff came from the Demon King. Genya carefully unwrapped the bandages on his leg and watched the gaping wound. It quickly healed up thanks to his friend. “Incredible.” Genya whispered in awe.

Suddenly, he felt the walls around him sway slowly. Tanjiro was running back to the Infinity Castle. “Hey Tanjiro?” A soft huff responded. “Could you tell my grandpas and Nemi where I am? I don’t want them to worry.” Tanjiro rumbled once again. “Thank you.” Genya closed his eyes and let the swaying of Tanjiro’s tummy lull him to sleep.

Thoughts on Hazbin Hotel Lute vore?

I can enjoy it! I mostly see her as a power prey to Adam, which is a hilarious concept to me. She’s a fighting goth girl with a lot of strength. I can even see her being a protective pred to another one of the angels! If you would like to request something with this, you can!

Happy Vore Day you beautiful people! I do plan on doing something but I haven’t decided yet, so I’ll let you guys decide!

How are you doing? :3 I hooe you are doing alright!

Hi there, friend! I’ve honestly have been having some severe writing block, hence why I have done much writing as of late. Luckily, I did manage to do the Vore Day writing I promised!

Before I start the story, let me introduce the characters!

Axl is an autistic 17 year old who suffers from depression and social anxiety. His black, sharp hair has silver tips and it covers his left eye. This boy is a Beastman, which is a human-like creature that has various animal body parts. His hands and feet are paws and his limbs are covered in gray fur. His wolf tail is black with silver tips, similar to his hair, and bat-like wings are attached to his back. One trait that haunts him is his snake-like eyes and he usually wears hoodies and torn up jeans.

Aaron is an albino 17 year old Mystic, which are human-like creatures with the hinds legs of the deer, a long blue and white striped tail, hand that are like bird talons, and soft feathered wings. The colors of his eyes are mismatched, one being blue and the other being purple. His long white hair is usually tied into a braid. Aaron wears an ancient purple beast jacket and black Hakama pants.

Yes, they are gay and in love. (definitely based off of Norman and Ray from TPN)

These two characters are from an original story that I’m writing.

Hide Away

(A Soft Vore Fic)

Warnings: implied panic attack

Word Count: 494

Tucked underneath the darkness of his blanket, Axl hid from the rest of the world. The demon in his mind, Reggie, had been acting up again and sunk their wire into Axl’s heart. The boy’s heart pounded and his vision was blurred as he tried to calm himself down.

Then, he heard the sound of the door opening. “Axl? Sweetheart?” A soft, sweet voice called to him. One that Axl was very familiar with. “Over here, Aaron.” Axl poked his head out from underneath the blanket, spotting his albino boyfriend. Arron turned to face him, his long, white braid laid atop his shoulders. “There you are.” Arron spoke softly. “Are you okay, love? You look rather distraught back there.”

Axl shook his head, the black hair in front of his face swayed as he did so. “No…I know now why I’m like this. Why do the smallest things upset me.” Aaron shook his head as he walked over to Axl’s bed, hooves clicking on the ground. “It’s not you, love. Certain things just irritate your mind and that’s okay. It’s alright that you don’t like strangers touching you.”

The raven-haired boy scooted over to his partner, paws sinking into the bed. “I just don’t understand why I can’t even get a hug from anyone except you and Aurora. You two are the only people I’m fine with touching.” Aaron nodded, wrapping his arm around Axl. “That’s just what you tolerate. There’s nothing wrong with that.” Axl just looked down at the floor and sighed, still disappointed.

Aaron gently nuzzled Axl’s shoulder. “Would you like me to pouch you? Get away from the world for a minute?” Axl nodded before looking at his partner. “Thank you, angel.” The albino chuckled, slowly wrapping Axl in his tail. “Of course. You know you’re safe with me.”

The albino slowly raised Axl closer to him with his tail, slowly opening his maw. Axl closed his eyes as Aaron stuck his partner’s head into his jaws. Warm enveloped the raven-haired boy as he slid further into Aaron’s throat. The soft walls tightened and retracted as it brought Axl closer to the dark pouch.

All that was left was Axl’s tail, which Aaron gently slurped up. Now, Axl was held in the dark, warm organ. He looked around the environment, feeling the soft, slick walls. Various gurgles and growls echoed around him, which was accompanied by Aaron’s heartbeat.

Aaron huffed when he finished his meal. Tucking himself into the bed, the albino purred happily as he felt his partner adjusting inside. “How are you feeling, love?”Aaron spoke with a sweet tone, gently rubbing circles on his stomach. Axl hummed softly before speaking up, which sounded muffled due to the walls around him. “Much better…Thank you.”

“No problem, sweetheart. Just relax. I’ve got you.” Aaron whistled a sweet and warm song.. “I love you.” The albino could feel his partner nuzzling him from the inside. “I love you too, angel.”

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.

*****************************

“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?

Spy x Family: For the Mission (M/M, Digestion, WG)

When you were “Loid” Forger, there was never a dull day. Not when you were at the top of your field as an agent for Westalian Intelligence. The young man was never one to deny a mission including the one that he was currently undertaking. Who’d have guessed posing as a father and husband would have been more complicated than perhaps disguising himself and breaching enemy territory? But what made Operation Strix even more complicated had to definitely be the neighbors. Loid could not afford making any of the neighbors suspicious. So, to avoid the accusations of “being a bad father,” he took his pretend wife and adopted daughter to the aquarium. Yes, that sort of familial trip would make him look normal.

The fake family head to Ostania to attend the capital’s aquarium the Berlint Aqualand. Before he could relax and play along, he became alert again when he saw the same neighbors from the apartment also attending the festivities. But he was lucky that his “wife” Yor was more interested in interacting with them. At least he could slip away without anyone’s prying eyes seeing him leave.

While Yor chatted with the neighbors, Loid decided to buy some coffee and orange juice. Heading towards the confectionary stand, the blonde-haired man went to withdraw some money when the elderly woman running the stand starts to directly speak to him.

“Ah, Agent Twilight, it is good that you are here.”

Loid looked behind him to ensure no one was within hearing distance before looking back at the woman annoyed. “I’m sorry, I can’t accept this assignment at this time.”

He had hoped that saying this would deter the woman, but she continued on as if she was unaware that he had said something. “Our intel has informed us there is reason to believe that a terrorist group is transferring a chemical weapon in this facility.”

Loid again ignored the woman turning his interest over to the beverages. “I just want coffee and orange juice.”

“If you do not accept this mission, there could be great casualties here.”

The secret agent wanted to continue to probe for the coffee and orange juice, but the older woman was still ignoring his order. Sighing, he relents and learns that the chemical weapon was dispensed inside a microfilm that was fed to one of the penguins.

“Good luck, Agent Twilight,” the woman said. Before Loid could at the very least get his coffee and orange juice, the woman vanished into thin air stand and all. Well, that was just great, Loid thought to himself. He was not only given another mission when he was already exhausted, but now he would never get his beverages.

But since he was given the intel that it was primarily a penguin that was carrying the film, Loid quickly took control of the situation and suggested that he and his neighbors all go to Penguin Peak. No one objected, which was great, but the bigger obstacle was figuring out which penguin it was. Fortunately for him, his daughter, Anya, happened to have telepathic abilities due to her being the result of a human experiment. She could read his thoughts and secretly scanned the penguins for any oddities.

“Daddy,” Anya said.

Loid, still deep in the zone, looked at his daughter. He could see that he was pointing to one of the penguins who happened to be drinking a large amount of water despite gagging. This was most likely the bird he was looking for, but he couldn’t help but sometimes be curious with how his daughter has seeming omniscience when it came to something like this. He shook his suspicions out of his head as he still had a mission to fulfill.

However, to do that, he had to blend in with the trainers.

“Alright, newbie,” the lead penguin trainer droned out, “take a few minutes to become situated with the animals before you come out.”

The young newbie nodded to his loud-mouthed superior and headed towards his locker. It was his first day on the job. He had loved penguins all his life and decided to take classes to better learn about the anatomy of these flightless birds. He had passed his interview well enough, but he was always the type of person who would carry note cards for memorizing purposes. After all, the aquarium had well over a hundred penguins and it wasn’t like he could remember their names in ten seconds.

He read off a few cards containing the names of the penguins for a few minutes. There was still that lingering doubt in his soul that things could end terribly for him, but his determination fueled him. After reading the front and back of the cards in what appeared to be an eternity, he returned the cards to a plastic bag of his and slipped them in his locker. Every trainer had a mirror attached to the back of the locker door. He inhaled deeply before forcing the air back out through his mouth.

“You can do this. You have devoted your entire life to this.”

He says his self-reassuring words over and over until he felt pumped up enough. With renewed vigor, he slams the locker door...but is suddenly grabbed.

“What the!?”

A gloved hand covers his mouth to keep him from screaming for help. The assailant then had him in a choke hold. He struggled and squirmed underneath that stronghold, but the older man maintained his grip on the younger man. He must have had years of experience given how thick his bicep was. The air flowing to his lungs began to slack. The more he was being held in that position his face turned first blue then a dark violet. He was slipping away. Fast.

Eventually, the assailant took his arm away freeing the newbie’s neck. The air returned to his lungs, but in a slow haze. Before he could consider running, the older man held his shoulders in a tight grip. His vision, while blurry, was still adequate. From his limited sight, he could see that his attacker had short blonde hair and cold, blue eyes.

“I’m on a mission right now which means I have to take your place. Sorry in advance.”

“Wha?”

CHOMP

The newbie’s head disappeared into the darkness of Loid’s mouth. His tongue twirled around and sampled every orifice of the younger man’s face. This was actually not the first time that Loid had to administer this kind of procedure: it was actually taught by him during the war and it served as a good way for him to dispose of enemies. In two minutes flat, the older man slurped his way up the newbie’s abdomen.

Naturally the newbie was unimpressed and struggled as hard as he could. He screamed out in fear but Loid’s heavy slurping, combined with all the tugging, drowned out the echoes of the newbie’s screams. The increasing strain of the heavy meal caused the hem of his shirt roll up exposing some of his rock-solid abdominal muscles.

Ulp , ulp , ulp , ulp.

The newbie’s screaming face pressed against the walls of Loid’s stomach creating a bulge to stretch his outer skin. Loid moaned at the sensation of having fresh meat throb around inside of him, but he couldn’t dare to pleasure himself and get caught with the new guy half-way into his gullet.

The young man thrashed around the fleshy membrane but his blows were absorbed. Gone from the bright light and familiarity, the world was now pitch black and humid accompanied by the internal heartbeat of his assailant. Every squelch rang in his ears.

Loid lifted his prey with his free hands and grabbed the man’s pelvis and chomped on it. For someone who was meh as a meal, the spy could appreciate the plumpness of his food’s hips. Wrestling his hips inside of his maw, his invasive tongue slid on the newbie’s exposed rear eliciting a yelp from him. Loid’s hard abs began to smoothen over because of the additions to his girth.

Slurp slurp.

The newbie’s midsection bulged out of the secret agent’s neck and slid past his chest. Loid curled his tongue around the newbie’s back legs. His prey tried kicking the man several times, but his blows were ineffective and instead spurred the man on. Grunting, Loid sealed the newbie’s toes inside of his mouth. Clenching the sides of his moving globe, Loid’s eyes squinted shut and heaved. The last of his meal squished down his esophagus and the entrance of his stomach opened to welcome him.

He was surrounded by the incessant sounds of the stomach’s drones and the squishy sounds of his body slipping and sliding off the walls. Loid sighed in relief that the worst was over and trudged his way to a bench and plopped down. The buttons on his shirt gave way and sprang across the room with the fullness of his meal reaching its limit.

“HELP!!”

Loid’s belly wobbled around with the indents of his meal vibrating around. The blonde-haired man winced and clenched his teeth. “I should have sedated you first.”

The walls pressed and ground against the man’s body secreting juices to break him down. Again, and again the walls clamped down on the man sandwiching him and lubricating his skin with acid. It sent chills down his spine with the sensation of a growing pain coursing through his veins. Having done this numerous times, Loid kept some air in his stomach to give the illusion that there was nothing in his stomach.

The newbie’s skin was far gentler than the grizzled older gentleman. If the situations were reversed, it would take about two days at best for the acid to corrode through his tough exterior. But the newbie was melting like butter. It helped that his energy was being zapped away making him exhausted.

Loid pried himself off the bench and returned to the man’s locker. Looking through it, he steals the newbie’s uniform. After all, it was not like he’d need it where he’s going. It was a hassle to slip into the outfit thanks to his food baby, but he managed it. Before leaving the room, a building pressure rose from the bottom of his stomach and bolted from his throat. The newbie’s shirt planted itself on the surface of Loid’s engorged belly covered with spit.

He nestled his belly. The newbie was losing definition. Quickly. Loid knew the man was weak, but even the most persistent of prey would at least put up a fight that would last hours before they were turned to melt into mush. Shrugging, Loid quickly discarded the shirt and headed towards the exit.

“This guy is no rookie,” one of the penguin trainers noted.

Loid was quick at work dishing out dozens of fish to the hungry penguins. There were around 200 of the flightless birds present and yet, he was identifying each individual penguin with startling accuracy. All this especially when he had the newbie stewing in his guts. The others watched Loid in amazement blissfully unaware that he was an imposter. They could have sworn they heard strange noises ringing from somewhere, but they could not put their finger on it.

Soon, Loid singled out the penguin and already had the elaborate cover story cooked up. Claiming that there was something wrong with the bird, Loid confiscates the animal and returns backstage. In these situations, it would have been easy to cut the creature open and remove the microfilm like that, but Loid was not one to recklessly sacrifice a penguin for something like that. But he had to get the penguin to work with him.

“Excuse me.”

Loid turned around and saw a bespectacled man. He smiled warmly at him noticing that he had the animal in his hands. “What are you doing with the penguin?”

“It is sick, so I am treating it.” He had already methodically planned it out in his mind, the explanations were flowing out of him like butter.

“Well, I need to see it,” the man replied.

“Sure,” Loid answered, “but I would like to know who you are.”

The man nodded and withdrew his ID card. Loid read the writing on it before bouncing it around in his hand. Without much warning, Loid bent down and gently scooped his fingers around in the water. Applying the moisture to the card, the truth became clear.

“It’s fake.”

The man, seeing that he was caught, tried to run away, but the spy grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back. The man screamed and kicked for anyone to intervene, but Loid propped his hand over his mouth and pulled him into the locker room slamming the door behind him.

Wet sounds and screaming rang from the outside of the room alongside the succession of squishy gulps.

Yor and Anya had already finished watching the show at Penguin Peak and were looking at more of the exhibits. The young girl became mesmerized by the brightly colorful fish and sea animals from the sunfish to jellyfish that glowed in the dark from bioluminescence. As the hours passed, Loid was still not around. Anya, holding her fake mother’s hand, looked around to see if she could find the signature silhouette of her father.

“Where is Daddy?”

Yor tapped her chin. “I don’t know. He said something about there being a leak or something.”

As Anya allowed her mind to ponder the different scenarios, she was knocked out of her train of thought when she heard grunting. Looking away, there was Loid. Sweat beat down from his forehead this being probably one of the first times he was caught out of breath. He clutched at his sides for some odd reason. In fact, if any took a closer look, Loid looked husky. It struck the young girl as weird: they did not eat a whole meal during their visit, but the normally trim man was now out of shape. His pant legs tugged to his sides now splitting at the seams. His shirt was in total disarray and disheveled.

His potbelly poured between his fattened thighs spilling out over his zipper. More of the fat weighed on the seat of his pants in a muffin. With his bigger assets, he could rival his wife in terms of maximum thickness. That was not a pleasant thought for the poor spy. Fat poured through the seams of his shirt exposing his pale skin for all to see.

Yor was taken aback. “Mister Loid, what...?”

“Eh....I had a.” Loid darted his eyes around the halls of the aquarium looking for an explanation. “Uh, it was an allergic reaction.”

Yor let the explanation digest until she was able to comprehend the implications. “Oh, dear, should we get some medicine for it?”

Loid shook his hand. “No worries. I’ll just...need to rest for a while.”

Yor nodded as he sighed in relief. He was grateful that Yor appeared to readily accept his explanation rather than further probe him.

“Good. I don’t need to tell her that I ate two guys. I just hope I can get all this excess fat taken care of before I am given a new mission.” Loid pats his distended potbelly. “Why did that boy’s ass have to taste so good?”

Anya’s eyes widened from reading her father’s mind. Two innocent men were completely devoured by her dad and are now padding on his body forever. She should have been horrified, but instead, Anya’s eyes sparkled. “So cool!”

{Delicious in Dungeon} For the "Greater Good" (Vore; M/M; Digestion Implied)

The dark-skinned young man tossed his head back giving his lively meal the final push necessary to completely claim his meal. Sighing, Kabru relaxed his body and traced his prey's descent with his finger. "Gah... shit... sorry, Laios, but this is for your own good..." Beads of sweat drench his body

He truly held nothing against the Touden sibling, not even his weird fascination with monsters. That being said, considering how much further into the dungeon he had gotten, with his goal of finding the Lunatic Magician, Kabru deemed him too much a threat to leave to his own devices. Laios' screams of protest grew weaker as the Tallman sank deeper into Kabru's core.

"Sorry... I know how much you wanted to save your sister."

Kabru's belly stretched to its absolute apex to make room for its current occupant. He was so preoccupied on disposing of Laios he had neglected to think about gravity weighing down on his engorged abdomen. Because of how tight his confinement was, the blonde-haired man was forced into a fetal position. All he could hear were the wet squelches the walls made when they kneaded against his form and the internal beating of Kabru's heart.

BWWWWAAAARPPP

A thunderous belch spewed from Kabru's moist mouth which nearly caused him to lose balance. Lose strands of Laios' hair splattered on the hard ground in a pool of spit. His belly swayed back and forth as he tried to reclaim balance but his right hand found purchase against a wall. The curves and dents of Laios' muscular build were visible underneath the surface. "Stop... stop moving so much, Laios..."

Kabru stifled another belch with the back of his hand. Laios' face was visible, but because of the thick cartilage and skin, his protests only came out as muffled grunts. The dark-skinned boy bit his lower lip. Laios' thrusts sent a pleasurable jerk up the 22-year-old's spine. Was that exactly how Laios felt every time he ate a monster?

"Mmm.... there's no escape, Laios... heh, oh god... squirm all you like."

Groooooan.... chuuuuuurrrrrnnnnnn....

The younger leader of his own party picked his teeth with Kabru's sword relishing in how much fight his "friend" was putting into the fight. Kabru sucked in his breath as he clenched his rubbery walls around Laios' form to prolong his struggling for as long as he can. His prisoner grunted in anguish as digestive juices spilled into the fleshy chamber. His yells became drowned out from the ambience of Kabru's stomach.

"You really awoken the beast, haven't you?"

Mage Sandwich (AG/Female; Digestion)

“Hm... how can I get her acceptance?” The Djinn of the Wellspring of Light and Dark hovered two feet off the ground as she pondered to herself on what her next course of action should be regarding her “practice partner.” She knew that she came off as too strong, but she could not determine what exactly she did wrong. It did not help matters that Damalynas was becoming increasingly distant from her and continued to fight back within the Djinn’s psyche world. In all her immortal life, she had never faced such a conundrum.

“Hiya? Is something wrong?”

Hiya tilted her head to look at the tall, dark-skinned woman. That’s right: she was in the middle of helping her cultivate a vegetable field. “Lady Blossom. I apologize for the inattention...” The orange-haired woman floated over to a row of corn and deposited some of her magic over it. She watched Blossom as she directed her Psychobear partner with tearing up the soil with its massive claws. “Lady Blossom... may I inquire you for a moment?”

Blossom wiped some sweat off her brow as she put her hoe down. “Sure thing. What’s up?”

The Djinn thought her words over for a few seconds before speaking. “You must really love Sybe .”

“Of course, he’s a great help,” Blossom said. She stroked the monster bear’s head and received a low grunt from her teammate.

“Then I take it you have the same relationship with Sybe as the Exalted One has with Lady Rys.”

The brown-haired girl did not say anything at first, uncertain what she was implying. However, once the thought crossed her mind, Blossom wrinkled her nose in disgust. “ Ew , no, no. What the hell, Hiya?”

Hiya frowned having already anticipated the reaction. “You aren’t mating with Sybe ?”

“No, that is gross, Hiya.” Blossom shook her head to clear it of any zoophilic thoughts. “Why are you wanting to know something like that?”

“ It’s just... well... Damalynas has been especially resistant for a while.”

The brunette’s eyes widened. “That mage that escaped around the same time you were freed from your imprisonment? Why... do you want to mate with her?”

Hiya opened her eyes for a brief second to look at her teammate. “I am one who commands the origin of light and dark. I transcend sexual dimorphism.” The Djinn sat in midair, her legs criss crossed. “That being said, ever since seeing the Exalted One and Lady Rys at their most intimate, I became fascinated with sex.”

Blossom opened her mouth to say something before slamming it shut. “Wait... you’ve been spying on Flio and Rys!?”

Hiya continued unperturbed. “I had tried different things to get Damalynas’ acceptance. I researched into it considerably . For instance, I learned about how beads could be stimulating if they were inserted -”

“Okay, I think I get the problem now,” Blossom interjected, “do you really love Damalynas?”

The one who mastered all of Klyrode’s magic did have a type despite never feeling the necessity of intimacy. All those who summoned Hiya for three wishes had one thing in common: their excessive greed knew no bounds much like that one poor shmuck who unwittingly sacrificed half of his kingdom to defeat the Dark One years ago. Damalynas was especially enticing. A mage that forsakes her own humanity in the name of power was the most wicked of souls who deserved nothing less than existing within Hiya’s psych world.

“Yes, she is the one I want to mate with,” Hiya stated bluntly.

Blossom retrieved her farming tool and resumed working. “Never imagined someone asking me for dating advice.” ‘Tis was true... while the tan-skinned woman was tall and muscular, that proved to be off-putting to some potential suitors.

“So, what should I do?”

Blossom scratched her head. “Oh... um... guess you can try making her closer to you.”

Hiya’s golden eyes glowed in contemplation. “But how?”

“I don’t know. I guess eat her a second time since you did so with her soul?”

The Djinn’s eyes perked up. “Yes... that sounds like a great idea. Thank you, Lady Blossom.”

Before the farmer girl could reply, Hiya flew away from the field and entered the house. Blossom shrugged to herself and gave a confused glare at Sybe .

*****

The Grand Magus of Midnight, Damalynas, sat in the inky void of the Inner World with boredom spread from ear to ear. Once the greatest mage of the kingdom whose soul was imprisoned within a pedestal stashed away in the treasure room, Damalynas was now the prisoner to the whims of the Djinn of the Wellspring of Light and Dark. She gnashed her teeth in fury and slammed her fist against the inky darkness. How could this happen? She didn’t even get to enjoy exacting her revenge on the princess and all others . Worse, her captor started to become persistent on making her into her plaything.

“Oh, so you’re back, aren’t you?”

Hiya floated down from the shapeless sky smiling at her “lover.” Damalynas mentally prepared herself for whatever scheme the demon had in store for her. Hiya chuckled lightly in amusement, opening her eyes to observe her prisoner. “I can see that you’re as feisty as ever, Damalynas.”

Damalynas rolled her eyes. “So, what is it now? Will you try having your way with me again? I can assure you I can just toss you out if you go that far again.”

Hiya giggled again. “Of all the people I have encountered in my endless life who have sought me out to satiate their greedy desires, you are the worst of them.”

She hovered closer to the mage, her lips twisting into a mischievous grin. Damalynas tried to back away, but she could feel Hiya nonchalantly holding her in place. Hiya stroked her cheek and, without warning, the orange-haired woman leaned in and sniffed her luscious dark hair. “ Mmm ... you smell wonderful as always.” Before Damalynas could protest, Hiya’s hand slid down her back. “If I am being honest... you look delicious .”

“De-De- licious !?” Damalynas stammered. The Djinn stared intently at the mage eyeing her over like a slab of meat. It sent a shiver up the woman’s spine as she felt hot breath wafting on the side of her neck. Everything about her prisoner was delectable; her thick legs. Her ample buxom. Those wide hips of hers. Hiya sensed the Grand Mage’s heart beating against her ribs.

“Yes... Damalynas... I intend on eating you.” Hiya gave a smile that was supposed to be reassuring, but it nevertheless filled the darker-skinned woman with dread. “It was Lady Blossom’s idea to help us better our bond.”

Damalynas shook her head fervently. “That is insane even for you!”

Hiya ignored her captive’s complaints instead using her powers to lift Damalynas into the air. The mage flailed about trying to use her own powers to cancel out the Djinn’s, but Hiya proved to have the greater will. “Hm... how should I enjoy you...?”

“No, no, wait! Please!! I- I'll mate with you... anything but getting eaten again!!”

Hiya pondered over her decisions for whatever reason she remembered going to a restaurant with the Exalted One and the others. Her golden peepers lit up in excitement. “I know.”

With her training partner still suspended in the air, Hiya snaps her fingers and forms two pieces of bread. “H-Hiya... you can’t be serious!!”

Damalynas found herself plummeting on the soft, cushy “bed” of the lower half of bread once more attempting to struggle against her imprisoner. However, every time she flailed, her limbs weighed down like rocks. Hiya hovered over Damalynas and cupped her face in her hands. “I know this is scary, but I promise it will be good for us and our practice.”

Hiya’s pink tongue rolled out of her mouth and licked Damalynas’ right cheek. “Your skin tastes exquisite.” With another snap of her fingers, meat began falling from the sky. Salami, pepperoni, ham... they fell on the mage despite her protests. Hiya gently spread the meat evenly humming to herself while she continued conjuring different ingredients.

“Stop it, this feels disgusting...” Damalynas’ struggling diminished once she realized that she had no chance. “ I’m not food.”

Hiya dispensed lettuce and tomatoes on Damalynas’ body next. “You are looking awfully tasty, Damalynas!”

Damalynas, off put by the morbid comments, tried to say something, but she suddenly found her face getting covered by a large piece of sliced cheese. Much like getting under the bed sheets, Hiya layered her lover in blankets of parmesan cheese. The sticky drizzle of condiments brought goosebumps to Damalynas’ skin as Hiya drizzled mayonnaise all over her. The mage’s screams became muffled under the layers of cheese pressing against her face. It pooled between her breasts and puddled around her hips. The wet squelches droned in her ears making her nauseous.

Hiya further startled her by scraping some mayonnaise on Damalynas’ crotch and brought it to her face. The Djinn first lightly sampled it before popping her finger inside and sucking on it. She moaned and shivered in excitement. “Very delicious...”

“ Mff ! Mf !!!”

The Djinn clapped her hands together pleased with her work of art... even though Damalynas was clearly not a fan. “Well, I suppose it’s time to eat. Thank you for the meal.”

Hiya snapped her fingers casting the upper bread half over Damalynas. She twirled the mage sandwich around and hoisted it into the air. Clasping her hands firmly on her behemoth of a meal, Hiya’s lower jaw cracked and unhinged like a snake. The Djinn’s eyes perked up the moment she took her first nibble. Damalynas’ flavor became more pronounced tasting like cured beef. She chewed again, pulling Damalynas’ feet inside her wet maw.

The Djinn crammed more of her mage sandwich into her piehole and leaned forward on her tip toes as she grabbed the rest of her meal. She adjusted her jaws to get a better hold and began inhaling faster than she could chew. The rings around Hiya’s neck expanded as her throat swelled to make more room for its haul. Somehow, Damalynas managed to wriggle the parmesan on her face off and looked down. Her eyes grew as large as saucers seeing the morbid sight of Hiya inching her way towards her. She was sandwiched between her upper and lower jaws keeping her from even the slightest of movements.

“Stop, please! I’ll be good, I -!”

Damalynas felt her hips get dragged in slowly. When Hiya took another bite of her delicious mage sandwich, mayonnaise splattered on Hiya’s face. The Djinn giggled to herself. Was her Damalynas finally reciprocating her love with that facial. She took her time savoring the assorted meat and how it made Damalynas more exquisite. Her cheeks bloated to the size of a squirrel stowing away acorns for the winter. In two gulps, the orange-haired Djinn advanced towards Damalynas’ chest.

The large sandwich entered Hiya’s spiritual stomach and was quickly ballooning her abdomen and ruffling her garment. Leaning over her wobbly, round ball, Hiya wrapped her lips around the end of the submarine. Damalynas tried to move her head far away from her “lover” to no avail. Never in her former life was she ever made completely terrified, but the sight of staring into the infinite void of Hiya’s gullet brought despair to the Grand Mage.

“Please, I don’t wanna be eaten! Anything but this! Anything but this!!”

The Djinn’s lips clamped shut sealing the hysterical woman inside. The incessant wailing of the former human echoed through the orange- head's cheeks as she rolled her tongue Damalynas’ face to hold onto what little flavor remained. The strong muscles contracted on Damalynas pushing her deeper into the darkness. Hiya tapped her gloved finger on the misshaped bulge. With her meal well and earned, Hiya groped her huge belly, drool rolling off her cheek. “ Mmm ... so good.”

Damalynas was finally permitted to move, but even with that newfound privilege, she was wedged between meat, vegetables, cheese... Each thrash and buck the Grand Magnus of Midnight only further amused her tormentor. “You are really excited about becoming one with me I can tell.”

Hiya popped her fingers into her mouth, sucking up the slight traces of condiments. She went to say something only to be on the receiving end of a sucker punch. Damalynas was a feisty one, but that was something that the Djinn always loved about her. Hiya responded by clutching her gut harder and groping the curves and dents Damalynas made.

“Your beautiful body... your breasts... all of it will be mine.”

Without a care for how uncomfortable she was making Damalynas, Hiya groped her boobs from the outside as they bulged beneath. “HYAHHH!!! That hurts!!”

Hiya opened one eye faintly. “You have such an adorable squeal...”

*****

On the outside world, Hiya’s body sat in the kitchen completely immobile. During that time Balirossa was teaching Fenrys how to make a cake. As she explained the process making the baked good lighter, a meaty belch bellowed from Hiya’s mouth. The two women wrinkled their nose in disgust.

“Manners, Ms. Hiya,” Balriossa groaned.

*****

Hiya rubbed her mound of flesh pushing her girth inward and releasing it to watch her pudge jiggle like gelatin. “There... now was that so bad, Damalynas?”

The Djinn rubbed her hips which Damalynas gracefully rounded out with padding. “But I am most certainly not satisfied just yet.”

Snapping her fingers together, Damalynas rematerialized her body freed from any of the residue she was brewed in. “I... I’m alive... oh, thank goodness.”

Her newfound gratitude diminished once she saw Hiya give her a mischievous smile. “That was an interesting experience, was it not?”

“You’re crazy...” Damalynas backed away. “When I get out of here, you will be sorry you ever messed with me.”

Hiya tilted her head. “I see... you still refuse to be mine. I just have to try harder.”

A bowl erupted from the ground and scooped Damalynas inside. “What the! What are you doing!?”

Damalynas looked up to see noodles rain down from the sky. Before she could even understand what was happening, she was buried in an avalanche of slimy, stringy noodles. Her arms and legs became entangled restricting her movement. Hiya floated over and drew a pair of chopsticks from midair. “ I’m sure you’ll taste even better the second time.”

“No! No, wait! Not again!!”

Hiya giggled and picked Damalynas’ head with the chopsticks and opened her mouth.

Shuro: BWWWWAAAAARRRRPPP (Laios' boots fly out of his mouth and land in a puddle of saliva. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.)

Laios: (Curled in a tight ball. He is surrounded by the moist walls of the Eastern man's stomach. He tries to wriggle around a bit, but failed because of the wet, rubbery texture). Ha, ha... funny joke, Shuro. You're going to let me out, right?

Shuro: ....

Laios: Right? Right???

-- Later on --

Shuro: (Groping the paunch he had acquired from digesting Laios.)

Marcille: Laios, have you seen Senshi? Normally he'd be making dinner at this hour.

Laios: (Still has the dwarf's stout legs in his mouth) Hm- mmmffff... ulp... (pants) Hadn't seen him.

{S x F} What Are Friends For? (CV; M/M)

It was another day for the spy of the west, Agent Twilight/Loid Forger. Like any regular person, he put his pants on one leg at a time alongside other fairly mundane traits. As with any living creature, whatever they drink would end up being excreted through his urethra. Earlier that day, he was throwing a stakeout on a plausible terrorist that threatened the peace between Ostania and Westalis. After drinking nothing but tea while stalking his target, Loid’s bladder began to ache.

He excused himself after the mission was completed and entered the men’s restroom. Despite being full enough to burst at the seam, he made it over to a urinal and unzipped his fly. Standing there, a gold stream of liquid rained down into the drain in a soft trickle. “Finally...”

The internal walls of the dam broke through as the water flowed out. While he did train himself to refrain from going to the restroom, it was still painstakingly agonizing. He was too preoccupied with himself that he did not hear the door open and someone park themselves beside him. The man undid his fly, but he was too close to comfort to the Westalian agent. In fact, whoever that was pissing in the same bowl. Loid, finishing up, noticed that he was seeing double dick.

“What the?”

He turned around and saw the visage of his friend Franky Franklin. Yes, how could he forget what the informant looked like? How could anyone not memorize Franky’s square face and round eyes? Or his thick-framed glasses and black suspenders? Loid looked back down noticing that Franky’s cock was around 6 ft and close enough to Loid’s schlong, they were touching.

“Uh, Franky...what are you doing?”

Franky laughed. “Oh, sorry. Just had to go.”

Loid grew suspicious. “And you did not notice I was using this urinal?”

Franky shrugged. “I guess not.”

Loid lightly backed away and fastened his fly. “Well, if you don’t mind, I’m going to be heading out.”

Loid was looking away from Franky when he was saying this. If there were any events he wanted to forget, that was one of them. He would wash his hands, and then walk out. He and Franky would spend the rest of their day doing the most mundane of tasks, and they would not talk about what happened here. Or at least, that was what he was hoping.

“Oh, Loid,” Franky started still hovering over the urinal, “did I tell you the good news?”

Loid, washing scrubbing his palms with soap before rinsing, did not look back at his friend. “What good news?”

Franky beamed for a moment before speaking again. “I got a girlfriend!”

Loid looked up in surprise. He was very well-aware that Franky had an unsuccessful love life. Either the woman he was interested in had no mutual affection for him, or they were already taken. Often, Loid, being the good friend he was, would have to console him over drinks. Yet, he is now saying that he had a girlfriend? What kind of bizarro world was this?

“You...have a girlfriend?” Loid asked.

“Yeah, remember when we were at the bar getting drinks?”

Loid nods.

“I met one of the employees there and we hit it off well,” Franky explained, “turns out we had a lot of things in common.”

Loid tried to visualize the type of woman who would be interested in his bushy-haired friend. He did not want to accuse his friend of lying, but he could not see any woman ever legitimately showing interest towards him. Could it have been she was really after the man’s money? Loid’s eyes widened. Was it that kind of relationship that he wrongly believed his wife was being paid for? Regardless, Franky was his friend, so it was in his best interest to encourage him.

“Well, Franky, I never thought it had it in you. Congratulations.”

Franky smiled. “Thanks, buddy.”

Loid was in the process of drying his hands with a paper towel when Franky slowly approached him his pants reaching his ankles. “Actually, I need you to help me with something.”

“Hm, what is it?”

Franky, without warning, grabbed Loid at the back of the head and shoved him down. Loid’s head hovered over Frank’s pale head for a few moments. “Franky, what the hell are you doing?”

“Well, we had been dating a bit, so I think we are at the moment of our relationship where I wanted to whip this bad boy out. But... I think I need a little fuel to really rattle her insides around.”

“What do you mean? -”

Franky moaned and gently rubbed his glans with his other hand. Each moan caused his cock to grow and elongate. Loid attempted to lift his head, but the seemingly weak informant held a tight grip on him. Now roughly the size of a Doberman, Loid’s lips touched the slit of Franky’s glans before sliding past it. “Oh, yeah. Get all in there.”

The sounds of deafening sucking assaulted Loid’s ears almost blasting his ear drums. His head and neck became lodged in Franky’s tip with precum rubbing into every orifice and making his descent easier for Franky. The bespectacled-man rubbed up and down his shaft relishing in the fullness Loid’s head was making. Loid’s face pressed against the walls of his schlong creating a bulge against the taut skin.

Franky licked his lips. Somehow, he was tasting Loid without tasting him. The suction squeezed Loid’s shoulders into his slit cutting off the spy’s attempts at pulling himself out. He watched the bulge of his friend’s head slide down his “snake” and traced the path with his index finger. Loid’s head broke through an orifice and he was face-to-face with rubbery walls of Franky’s right nut.

Loid’s chest and waist fell victim to the rampant onslaughts of slurping squeezing through the tight passage. The Westalian agent could feel the precum sticking to his skin with Franky using it to his advantage to make his descent easier. Loid hit the bottom of Franky’s nut with the pooling cum smearing on his face and hair. He was temporarily blinded due to the heavy accumulation of cum gluing to his eyes. He tried to use the little space he had to move but the slight motion only elicited an aroused moan from the bespectacled man.

“Oh, look like I’ll be the first one to defeat Agent Twilight,” Franky bragged.

His cock shifted like a snake devouring an egg as if taking on a life of its own. It swayed back and forth to wrestle with pinching Loid’s hips into the slot. Each spasm made his shaft enlarge. He bucked his pale hips becoming overcome with lustful intent. “Ah, fuck yes.”

He rubbed his shaft with feverish delight assisting his monster hog in rubbing Loid further inside. Loid, naturally, kicked around aimlessly only stopping when he felt his groin rubbing against Franky’s rubbery walls. Frank arched his back and extended his hands to get a good grip of his dick. For someone as big as Loid, Franky was uncertain if he could pull this off, but he had spent a few weeks practicing with fruits, vegetables, and then small animals. Bugs, birds, even the occasional stray dog became reduced to baby batter.

Slurp, slurp, slurp. Pop.

Two slurps. Three slurps. Indents and curves of Loid’s body weighed heavily on the walls of his penis. His breathing slowed down as his lungs were constricted. Even if he could scream, he doubted anyone would hear him due to the audible sounds of Franky’s schlong slurping him. All that remained of the foreign spy were his long, toned legs. Franky slowed down the rate of the sucking for a little moment as he enjoyed how his friend’s muscles massaged his urethral walls. If he wasn’t too careful, he would have calmed then and there.

Slurp. Suck. Suck.

Loid’s legs sank into the lips of Franky’s head precum pooling from the sides. Probably to avoid how rough his shoes were, Franky removed Loid’s shoes and tossed them aside leaving ten wriggling toes at the mercy of his penis. Loid was forced into a tight ball with no leverage to grapple with. Franky’s glasses fogged over his breathing becoming hazy with sweat drenching his shirt. “Ah, that’s right...keep it up.”

Franky closed his eyes and gnashed his teeth together. With one final pull, Loid’s toes popped into his cock. The glans closed behind Loid causing his feet to bulge out in a crude, mishappen bulge that Franky followed with his fingers until he sensed them entering the orifice. His cock dwindled in size as his balls became engorged with the full weight of the Westalian spy.

“Ah! That hit the spot, thanks a lot for the help, Loid.”

Muffled yelling rang out from his balls clearly indicating that Loid was not amused. Franky laughed to himself. “Well, too bad. I’ll be digesting you now.”

The walls of Franky’s right nut started to collapse around the tight ball that was Agent Twilight. They squeezed into his body mixing some pre-made semen into his body to begin the melting process. His testicles tensed up before receding. Back and forth in a hypnotizing pace the walls would squeeze Loid before becoming lax. Loid’s clothes were the first thing to dissolve in the semen-filled chasm becoming more baby batter for the informant. Frank propped his back against the sink, his back turned from the mirror.

Loid squirmed and screamed with as much strength he could muster. He tried punching but his blows were weakening. His energy was waning fast. Franky rubbed some of the bulges with satisfaction. “Of all the ways you could have died, you weren’t expecting something like this, weren’t you?”

Franky wrapped his legs between his churning balls, enjoying the heat that radiated from them. “ Ooo , you are getting soft on me, Loid.”

During the digestion process, a heatwave washed over Loid’s disintegrating body. This must have been like for gingerbread men forming in an oven. The heat was unbearable and scorched Loid’s thinning skin. However, everything became slightly better for the spy. Since his pain receptors had melted off, all Loid had to do now was submit. Franky massaged his balls with his legs sensing them clench around Loid’s lifeless body. The more semen pumped in slowly transformed Loid’s body chemistry. The heart pumped cum until it completely dissolved. Loid’s lungs were destroyed. His brain broke down becoming nothing more than batter for the lecherous man. The walls kneaded and dissolved Loid down until he was an unrecognizable mass of cum.

Franky yawned and stretched his arms. His balls swayed back and forth sloshing the contents around. Sensing that his friend was no longer putting up a fight, he wrestled with his monster balls and somehow slipped them into his underwear. He heaved his pants around his engorged scrotum and redid his suspenders. “She’s gonna love this.”

Andy sighed to himself as he propped his fat ass on the couch. Withdrawing a cigarette, the young man took a long draw of it to ease his nerves and perhaps make the transitioning of his "dear" sister into rippling fat easier on his body. After all, she was rounding out his hips with padding perfectly like the good meal she was.

As he went to take another puff, Andy jolted from a sudden burst of pain. He swore under his breath and grit his teeth together. Ashley, or whatever was left of her, was putting up a bit of a fight. His digestive organ growled as it relentlessly churned and kneaded into the soupy mess to further break it down and absorb the nutrients.

Her bones ground on each other as they splintered. Andy poked a crude bulge of one Ashley's bones. Whether it was her femur or pelvis, he was unsure... not that he cared. He hissed in pain at the sharpness of the bone before smoking his cigarette again.

"You just have to be a pain in the ass even when you're dead, don't you?"

Previously Titled Pokemon XY Vore Fanfic

The old title, “A Midsummer Night’s Vore”, I hate now so we aren’t using it. This is indeed the 3000 word fanfic that was originally published in 4 parts in March of 2024. After this I’m going to write something and wait to publish the Atom Meister saga until later because dammit I wanna write. It’s either going to be Barley Lightfoot from Onward or something Wild Kratts, we’ll see.

So in this one, Ash Ketchum is the pred, but fret not because I’ve aged him up to 14 because the whole “10” thing is strange. If that makes you uncomfortable, though, you may want to skip this story. Anyways, enjoy! (Or at least pretend to)

Throughout regions of the Pokémon world, as with other worlds, there exists different criminal syndicates. Each region has their own unique group, committing crimes and stealing Pokémon for one motivation or another. What these motivations are, for the most part, are to us unknown.These criminal rings consist of the stereotypical trope of a background ringleader and enforcers known in the comic world as henchmen, henchmen that like most suffer from major incompetence issues. Simply put, if it weren’t for their physicality and Pokémon battle skill, they would cease to be useful.

None of these groups, however, are anywhere near the scale of Team Rocket, the Kanto crime ring. Lead by gym leader Giovanni, they hold the nation in a griphold of terror with enforcements across the land. In order to maintain his power, Giovanni often demands Pokémon with an abnormally high power level for the sake of an unfair advantage. Two henchmen were known as Jesse and James. The trainers were coworkers with a complicated friendship and shared pokemon, specifically an English-speaking Meowth and for this story, a Wobbuffet. The two had been tasked long ago in capturing a supposedly powerful Pikachu, whose trainer was known as Ash Ketchum. From here on out, the two will simply be referred to as Team Rocket due to the fact that no other team Rocket grunts will be seen throughout the story for reasons that will make themselves known soon enough.

Ash Ketchum. A trainer with dreams of Pokémon grandeur and a Pikachu who never rode in a pokeball. During his journey throughout Kanto, defeating gym leaders, he traveled with friends Misty and Brock. Whenever the two miscreants attempted to intercept the gang, they were blasted off and were unable to attain their goal. Eventually, the gang traveled to the Orange Islands. However was the Pikachu to be captured? A question that was answered with perhaps the most unforseeable answer: follow them out of Kanto. See, gangs never venture out of their territory of origin, often because they can’t get a passport. Still, Team Rocket received orders and were forced to leave for the Orange Islands, then for every concurrent region Ash Ketchum journeyed to.

We’ll catch up in Kalos, a nation known for good food, disrespectful civilians, and a striking resemblance to a nation known only to us as France. Here, Ash Ketchum met up with childhood friend Serena, electric gym leader Clemont, and his sister Bonnie. We’ve missed quite a few interactions already, but currently the gang travels through the woods. Jesse and James? Obviously in Kalos, following from far behind in order to not get caught. This is where our story, and the series of halfwitted choices are made by Team Rocket that lead to a… unique encounter with Ash Ketchum.

When one lays in the forest, staring at the night sky, ideas pop into their head. Sometimes, these ideas change the world. Sometimes, it provides us with things to do. Sometimes however, these ideas, fueled by tired delirium and perhaps dehydration, are so poor that they do not dare enter the world.

This last idea popped into the head of James, his blue hair practically glowing with excitement, his groggy eyes widening. We cannot be sure if there was any proper reasoning or doubt going through his head before he woke up Jesse, whose facial expression was allegedly akin to Yzma’s resting one. With excitement, he relayed to her his holy word.

“So, whenever we attempt to take Pikachu during the day, the twerps end up blasting us into the sky, so what if we sneak up at night?”

Jesse, who had no patience left so late at night, replied,

“We’ve TRIED this before. Our footsteps will wake us up. We can’t just minimize them”

“Ah, but that’s where my genius begins,” James replied, as he pulls out four butterscotch candies from his pocket. With the lamp Jesse turns on, she can see a shimmer.

…

During a previous night, Professor Sycamore and his team had been experimenting. Mega evolution stones are made, like most glass, from molten sand. The sand here, however comes from a magic source, one which we can’t pinpoint a location to. His laboratory supposedly got drunk, infused this molten material into butterscotch, and ate one to test the effects of the stone material on humans, since cell growth, and biological improvements, are known to result. However, this sand contains Oganesson-Tetrahydride, which when combined with sugar, compacts cells heavily. This caused the lab intern to shrink to a measly few inches tall, baffling everyone there. After careful examination, he returned to normal in 12 hours. It, as was normal, was written down and the candies were sealed away.

When the lab closed, James and Meowth snuck in and found the candies in a glass jar.

“Bott’s Shrinking Butterscotches?” Meowth jested, “Who on Earth would make something like that?”

“I don’t know, but it’s in here for a reason” James replied.

Reading the lab report attached, they discovered the incident that caused them to be sealed in glass. James decided this would be useful someday, and against Meowth’s judgement, smashed the glass and stole the candies, determined to eventually find a use for them.

…

“This is by far the stupidest idea you’ve ever had. You want to shrink, hide with the gang, and steal Pikachu?”

James, still determined to convince Jesse, said,

“Well, we get Meowth to take him and us once we send him our location. We’ll return to normal in 12 hours”. Jesse, while at first conflicted regarding this, reasoned that if they could return to normal, this would be foolproof. As mentioned earlier, all peons lack proper intelligence. Despite being one of the smartest, this general rule combined with her tired mind made a decision.

“Whatever, let’s do it”.

Jesse and James, prepared for the day at 6 in the morning, each grabbed a shimmering butterscotch.

“3, 2, 1, bon appetit”

Each popped their candy into their mouths. The taste… similar to the smell of a Mac and cheese candle that I found at TJ Maxx once. It took a lot of willpower to finish the dang thing, but they did. And going timing too, because here come the twerps! Ash Ketchum, with his Pikachu on his shoulder, Serena looking at a map on her Pokédex, Clemont tinkering with something a new invention that was already smoking, and Bonnie close behind. Within moments, they quickly started losing size. Once around a quarter of their normal height, they dashed towards Ash’s shoe.

“What was that rustling?” Serena asked, looking around with nothing in sight.

“That was odd… probably a passing Pokemon” Clemont answered, him too doubting his claims.

Meanwhile, Team Rocket, now going from a quarter of their size to a size of a quarter, had snuck onto Ash’s shoe, which was quite the bumpy ride. This was not going to be viable, each step rocking the two to the verge of hurling. Their best bet was the pocket, where they might not be noticed. Quickly, they started attempting to crawl up the boy’s jeans, the rough denim not providing as much grip for their feet as was properly needed, each step nearly sending them flying to oblivion. As his legs moved for a step, so did the two mini-peons. At this point, Ash was behind the others, preventing the three from seeing them, him eating an unidentified snack, unaware of the beginning of the Pikachu heist. Slowly making progress, the shake would cause one to lose some grip, each finger grabbing less, until by the time James got to the pocket. His hands in pain, almost throbbing, he was relieved to crawl in…

Except for his grip being lost. The blue-haired one began sliding against the friction-heavy denim, which generated heat and burned his face. As Jesse looked up, horror filled her eyes. She realized it was over. That they were going to fall and either die or worse: be caught. That in the latter case, their stupid idea, created solely by the incompetent twit who she was paid to call her partner, would be exposed to a bunch of 10 year olds. They could never live this one down. She hoped for the former, to fall and die quickly and painlessly rather than suffer the shame of their greatest failure.

Death, however, can only be so many places at once. The two fell onto the shoe, alerting Ash to the prescence of SOMETHING.

“Hold on guys, some things fell on my shoe” Ash shouted, the three stopping to look. Their curiosity turned into shock

“More like some PEOPLE!” Bonnie yelled.

Ash quickly figured out what he was seeing, miniature Team Rocket on his shoe, winded from a fall. If looks could kill, Jesse would have killed James, and had she not fallen so hard, she would’ve choked him. Ash grabbed the two and held them in an open palm, slightly curved to prevent a fall. He remembered a time long ago, in which something similar had happened to him and some other friends. Now, the roles had reversed. The thieves had become the caught.

“Another attempt to steal Pikachu, huh? How did you do this?”

Jesse, pissed, started shrieking, “THIS MAN RIGHT HERE STOLE SOME SHRINKING GARBOLIUM CANDIES FROM PROFESSOR SYCAMORE AND CONVINCED US TO SNEAK WITH YOU GUYS AND STEAL YOUR STUPID PIKACHU! I CAN’T BELIEVE I AGREED TO THIS!”

She finished by slapping James right across the face, his cheek turning as red as her ears.

“According to my research,” Clemont stated in his matter-of-fact like way, “Those candies, made from Mega Evolution stones, compress the atoms and shrink their consumers for around 12 hours. This also makes them immune to most damage.”

“Great”, Ash said, “so we’re stuck with the two of you for 12 hours, huh? What do we do with them? I can’t just use my pockets, I would need a pouch of some kind where I would know they were safe.” His care of them was somewhat confusing to the two, who had given only one or two cares about Ash the entire time they had been chasing him. But who cares, they have to stay with him for 12 hours! They certainly won’t have a fun time riding on a shoulder or a pocket, but that pouch option doesn’t exist.

This pouch option, one that had not been truly thought about, decided to make its self known with a growl. This pouch was none other than the ravenous stomach of Ash Ketchum. Breakfast had been light today, huh? Everyone immediately stared first as the stomach, then at the two miscreants. Jesse and James, confused at first, put the pieces together.

“Like I would EVER allow you to eat me! I will not accept death from YOUR hands!” Jesse yelled.

James reasoned, “But Clemont said we would be immune to most damage, probably including stomach acids”

“Shut it, James! You got us into this mess, and you’re digging us deeper!”

But the damage was already done.

“Guys, if you don’t want to be killed by some other Pokemon or lost in the wilderness, this is really our only shot” Serena pleaded. Ash’s face, unlike the others, did not reciprocate this idea.

“I’m not sure I could swallow two mini people whole. They might get stuck.”

“You basically swallow your food whole every day, it might not be hard. If you need, you could take a drink or something. And besides, it’s for their safety”

Ash continued staring, sweating, wondering if he would, could, mentally and physically, be able to swallow two things the size of coins whole. His throat was unprepared for things like that. It would definitely hurt. Then again, they were small. Maybe, just maybe, he could work them down.

“Fine”

Welp, here goes

Team Rocket’s mental preparations were minimal. There isn’t much one can do to get ready to be eaten. It’s not like humans actively swallow each other whole all the time, not in Kalos. There are rumors of such actions occurring underground in Galar, and fight clubs in Kanto often end this way, but these involved the Pokémon doing the consuming due to the size difference making it possible. Even in Galar, everyone involved was over 18.

But here, a human, a prepubescent twit, was going to be swallowing them whole, storing them in their minuscule and insignificant stomach, which had previously never seen anything besides food and dirt. His throat looked way too skinny to carry them down successfully. At the very least, if he was fully willing, there would be a commitment. But he was conflicted, nervous.

Ash, after several deep breaths, slowly opened his mouth. His teeth were somewhat sharp, but had definitely skipped one or two brushings. His gums were relatively healthy. His tongue was a healthy pink, with only a slightly brighter splotch near the back. His short uvula barely dangled over his throat, which looked bigger without tonsils, but wasn’t big enough anyway.

He stuck his tongue out for them to crawl onto, a tendril of saliva sticking to it. Jesse and James looked within with fear, but slowly and shakily climbed inside the maw, James being pushed by Jesse so that she didn’t have to go first. Jesse climbed in, more grossed out now that her outfit had been ruined by a small pool of twerp spit. Ash slowly rolled his tongue and clamped his jaw shut, encircling the duo in darkness.

Ash quickly decided the best way to go was to swallow one at a time. James was slightly taller, so he decided to gulp him after Jesse so that if he coughed him back out, Jesse would still be in. Pushing James to the cheek, he rolled Jesse to the back of his tongue slowly, being careful to keep James in place and Jesse away from his teeth, which could easily cut her. Saliva was emitted, soaking Jesse in preparation. She folded up slightly, mostly in reaction to her disgust. Finally, he took a deep breath in his nose and gulped hard, sending Jesse into the entrance of the throat. With sharp pangs in his throat, he coughed hard and thumped his chest to continue Jesse’s descent through the esophagus.

Jesse was squeezed very tight, making it hard for her to breathe. Every breath granted her hot, stale air with an acidic bite that slightly hurt her chest. After a climax of squeeze, she fell into a shallow pool of acid face first and then sat against the base of the stomach wall. Despite her memory of acid breaking down cells and being painful, she felt no pain thanks to the compaction of her cells. Lighting an LED lamp in her pocket, she finally saw the detail of the swampy organ she had found herself in. The stomach wrinkles were curvy and artistic, covered in a few tiny white bubbles. Her entire life, she had rejected the idea that beauty was on the inside. Her entire life, she had been praised for her outer beauty. It had been her only gateway out of her life into her current career. Now… she still saw it as gross and fleshy. The smell was abysmal, there was no beauty in this.

After Ash had been relieved of most of the pain, he then pushed James to the roof of his mouth. He hadn’t taken much time to get a flavor with his last little “snack” [the thought creeped him out], so he chose to suck on James to get a flavor.

To his utter shock, James emitted a flavor of cinnamon Pokepuff frosting, releasing platonic pleasure throughout his brain. He wasn’t expecting this taste and was sort of weirded out, but the flavor was sweet and he had the desire to savor this moment, to keep this flavor for as long as possible. Unfortunately for him, he had things to do, so he rolled James to the back too and as before took a thick swallow, emitting a loud reverberating wet sound that caused James to emit a yelp from surprise. With the extra saliva from the good flavor, Ash found James much easier to gulp down them Jesse. James also descended, falling on his head. Once Jesse spotted him, her floodgates left the room and a massive amount of rage entered as she chewed his ear off, screaming about how his stupid idea had humiliated them, her handbag and outfit was ruined.

The “twerp” gang looked on in horror. Well, all for Clemont, who was looking on curiously and taking notes. He fully intended on asking James and Jesse 300 questions regarding the experience for the rest of the afternoon.

“This will provide so much information for the world of science, thank you Ash!” He cheered, Ash looking on in annoyance.

“Are you two okay in there?” Ash bent down and asked his own stomach, his question directed to its contents.

“NO! I’M SICK! I’M GOING TO HURL!” Jesse screamed.

“We’re alive” James replied, earning him a death glare from Jesse.

With the combination of the terrible environment, Clemont’s inevitable interviewing, and the rocking from the long walk, the two were going to have a LONG afternoon. They did contact Meowth and let him know, to which he laughed and only obliged to follow after threatening.

One thing was for certain though: with Clemont and the weight and fighting within his guts, Ash was not going to enjoy this afternoon. If only it had been Clemont who had been the predator, he thought.

With the drama over for now, the gang kept journeying towards the next gym, ready for the next Pokémon adventure.

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?”