beast whose ribcage cracks open and tentacles lash out and grab their prey, slowly pulling the prey inside and pressing them against its organs. can i get an amen
-@celustine (idk why but tumblr won't let me send the ask from my horny blog so banished to anon it is, i guess)
i read this, instantly blacked out, and when i came to these were mysteriously in my art notebook… how strange…
Just because the vore is safe doesn’t make it any less terrifying! Like dude, ya’ll are still being eaten! Even if the intentions are fully cute and wholesome, fear play is NOT out of the question!
Imagine you're a villager with a bit of a prey-ish side.
You go to the Duke to get supplies from time to time, and for as long as you can remember you've been fascinated by his enormous belly. Sometimes, on the days when you arrive to the caravan after he's taken his midday meal, his belly is especially firm and round and you're able to catch a glimpse of him rubbing it fondly, and stifling belches with the side of his hand when he thinks nobody's looking. Sometimes, most thrillingly of all, sometimes you swear you see the movement of something living trapped under all that fat.
It's not proper to have the kind of thoughts you've been having about the merchant. The church teaches that being devoured is a painful and bloody punishment for transgression, but you can't help but think that the Duke would be different. When the mountain winters are cold, especially, you fantasise about how warm it would be to be swallowed up.
You thought for years he didn't notice, but of course he did- the Duke notices everything. The confirmation comes one day when you're the only customer to the emporium. He burps, quietly but still enough that you can hear, and laughs apologetically.
"Oh, excuse me!" he says, jovial as ever, "I'm afraid my dinner is still disagreeing with me."
The last part of the apology is given in a knowing tone, as his hand rubs circles on his bloated stomach. You see the faintest shape of a hand, or maybe a knee, press outwards through the globe of exposed flesh sitting in his lap.
You stammer out something about not minding, sounding more flustered than you intend to.
"But," he sighs, still rubbing his belly, which audibly groans as it processes the mass within. "It was a filling meal otherwise, and it will be a while yet until I'm hungry again."
He looks over at you, judging your reaction. He can tell that you understand his meaning, that he says this both as a comfort and an indirect invitation.
"You're not the first to have had these fascinations, you know," he continues. "And far be it from me to deny anyone their desires. Such a rare and wonderful thing it is, to find a meal that enjoys being eaten."
You think on that for a moment, and tell him the truth- as dear as that fantasy is to you, you'd have to think before acting on it. The Duke nods understandingly, with a good-natured chuckle.
"The customer is always right, of course," he says. "And I apologise for my boldness. It's just that..." He trails off, looking you over, a hungry glint in his eye and a hand still on his belly. "I have always thought you looked exceptionally well-fed."
The compliment catches you off guard and makes your face flush. You pay for your goods and exchange thanks.
"Do think about it," he says, as you're leaving. "You might enjoy the chance to be part of something bigger than yourself. My schedule is open for breakfast tomorrow, if the curiosity gets the better of you. And if it does...I can guarantee that afterwards, you'll be warm and comfortable, and you'll have no troubles at all."
You do think on it, in fact it's all you can think of for the rest of the day.
The next morning you arrive at the town square again, wearing only thin clothes despite the chill. The Duke is waiting, sipping a hot tea. You could swear you can hear his belly rumble at the sight of you, like a kept tiger. The merchant clasps his fat hands together and beams.
"Ah, my guest finally arrives!" he calls. Then, in a low, sensual rumble as you approach- "And thank goodness, I'm positively starving."
He extends a hand and helps you climb up onto the caravan. Up close you can really appreciate the sheer size of him- there's barely space for you to stand with how much space he takes up.
"Good. Unlike the other predators in this village, I don't bite," he explains with a smile. "I handle my meals with the utmost care."
His stomach rumbles again, sending a ripple through his enormous gut. He gives it a sharp, scolding tap.
"It's quite impatient today," he says. "So perhaps we'll dispense with any further niceties. May I?"
You offer your arms first. The Duke licks his lips, and his mouth opens wide.
***
When the last of you slips past the Duke's lips, he closes them, and with one final gulp you slide down into his gut. He belches, then leans back in his seat with a long, satisfied groan, caressing his stretched belly with both hands.
"Oh, marvelous," he pants, from both the exertion of swallowing and the ecstasy of fullness. "I knew I was right about you. How delicious you are...how wonderfully you've filled me up."
You move around carefully, just a limb at a time, testing how far the walls of your fattened cage will stretch. There's not much room at all- the Duke's incredible weight keeps you confined. Still, the little movement you can manage is still enough to draw out a moan of pleasure from the Duke.
"Wonderful," he exhales, squeezing you through the wall of flesh. "Ahh, my lively little morsel...I wish I could have you squirming around in there forever, but you'll be digesting before too long, and oh...I can just tell already that you're going to digest so well."
You continue to gently push back against your confines, and The Duke continues to grope you through his stomach, all the while murmuring sweetly, almost incoherently, about how filling you are, how he can still taste you on his tongue, how fat you'll make him, how much he'll cherish every inch you add to his prodigious gut. Even as the realisation that you're never getting out of here sets in, it would be a lie to say that you don't ache with need hearing him praise you like that. Maybe this is what you were made for - just filling the stomach of a gluttonous merchant.
You could both keep going for hours, but the Duke is finally broken out of his trance by the chime of a distant clock tower.
He clears his throat, regaining his composure a little. His hand goes to his breast pocket for a handkerchief, which he uses to first dab the corners of his mouth, then his reddened, sweat-tinged brow. He sets to re-tying his bow-tie and re-buttoning as many buttons as he can manage that have been forced undone by the swell of his gut. He'd hate to let a customer see him so debauched this early.
He gives his stomach - and you- one last fond pat before getting on with his day.
A silly little comic I threw together for @belliesandburps's birthday. Starring his characters Umbrak (big hooded fella who resembles a certain heavy metal band's mascot) and Claudius (the nerdy bird getting gulped). The lil' dork will be fine, he likes being in there for the
✨Science✨
and absolutely no other reason whatsoever lol
Umbrak is just being his grouchy self, but at least he gets a free meal. XD
My good pal @hooter-n-company whipped up this absolutely AMAZING sequence for my OC's, Umbrak and Claudius. I absolutely love the way she captured Claudius' flustered nerd bird vibes and how "over it" Umbrak constantly feels. To say nothing of how excellent the two always look in her artstyle (then again, everything she draws looks amazing ;) ). And let us not forget that gloriously weighty belly Umbrak is rocking towards the end.
Needless to say, Claudius ain't the only one enjoying the monsters' gluttonous girth. <3
And in honor of this amazing gift, I've opted to write up a fic version below that ended up being longer than I expected it to be. XD
Thanks again, I love this piece immensely and hope you enjoy the fic that accompanies it!
"...Ya want me t'what...?" Umbrak asked, cocking a brow beneath his face-obstructing hooded cloak.
"...W-Well..." Claudius, the avian alchemist monster stammered, tapping his gloved index claws together as beads of sweat formed underneath his own hooded cloak, one which did nothing to conceal his beaked visage...or the comical blush on his soft cheeks. "...For the purposes of a little experiment of mine, I'd like you to...uh...erm...t-to swallow me whole for a moment so that I can-GAK!!!" Claudius couldn't even get another word out before the much larger and MUCH beefier monster grabbed the skinny little monster by the cloak and yanked him up high.
"...Say no more..." Umbrak mumbled in that deep, guttural voice of his, before running a thick, slimy tongue across his razor sharp fangs and adding, "...I ain't had lunch yet anyway..."
Claudius yelped again when the burly monster mercenary hoisted him up as high as he could, dangling the little potion brewer just above Umbrak's now gaping maw. Without so much as a word, Umbrak began to push Claudius feet first down his gullet. From the sheer size difference between the two monsters, Claudius slid down Umbrak's throat like a piece of butter. He shuddered to himself as he felt his lower half squeeze down the much larger monsters' gullet.
"...O-Oh my..." Claudius peeped in a rather comically flustered fashion.
Umbrak simply rolled his eyes and kept on wolfing his willing prey down. He gave a thick gulp, forcing more and more of Claudius' body to pass through his esophagus. With each gulp Umbrak gave, more of Claudius began to slowly fill Umbrak's stomach. The beastly merc's muscular, rubber-clad gut was thick and firm by default. However, as more of Claudius began to sink into his body, Umbrak's midsection began to swell outward. His spandex suit stretched along with his growing belly. The rubber armored pads around his abs thinned out as Umbrak's six-pack also thinned the fuller he got. Umbrak groaned around his prey, grasping his growing gut with one gloved, clawed hand, feeling his stomach expand with each gulp he gave.
Eventually, only Claudius beaked, flustered face remained out of Umbrak's maw. He smiled timidly with red brightening his cheeks immensely as he glanced back up at the beast in the middle of swallowing him whole and said, "Th-This is...umm...q-quite an interesting sensation..."
Umbrak glanced down at the little bird monster then rolled his eyes.
...Lil' weirdo... Umbrak thought to himself before pushing Claudius beak into his mouth to close his lips around his meal. He clenched his eyes shut, bared his fangs and gave one final thick, wet...
*GLLLUUUUURRRRLLLK!!*
...As soon as he did, a thick, watermelon-sized bulge protruded from Umbrak's thick throat. The beastly merc's free hand rested his claws against the sizable protrusion, digging his claws into its surface as if pushing Claudius down his gullet manually. That bulge squelched as it descended further and further down Umbrak's throat; his claws following the lump and pressing into it all the way down. Until, finally, with a slick squelching sound, that bulge pressed behind Umbrak's beefy chest, causing the entirety of Claudius to fill up Umbrak's now absolutely MASSIVE belly.
Umbrak's immense gut ballooned out by nearly four feet, jostling and sloshing heavily as Claudius unceremoniously plopped into the brutal mercenary's stomach. The leather belt wrapped around his waist was pressed down from under the sheer weight of his monumental gut. Even still, it was straining so hard that its buckle
"Graaahhhh..." Umbrak gasped heavily, saliva dribbling from his chin as he heaved breathlessly, groping his globular gut with both hands. A moment later, he grimaced, took a deep breath, and let out an absolutely COLOSSAL belch! It bellowed from his maw with such force that not only did his bulging belly jiggle from the sheer force behind it, but one could easily feel the ground itself quiver in its wake. As did Claudius from within the belly of the beast...albeit for different reasons...
When it finally ended, Umbrak sighed boorishly, smacking his bulbous gut heartily and shamelessly as it jostled beneath his meaty palm with each resounding smack he gave.
"Gruuooohhhh fffffuckin' hell..." Umbrak moaned as he smacked his gut. "Yer so gods damn fillin' fer such a scrawny pain in my ass..."
"...G-Glad to be of service..." Claudius peeped; his voice barely audible over the intense gurgling and churning of Umbrak's mighty gut. "F-For posterity, may I ask what, erm...what flavors you associate with me...?"
Umbrak's response was to smack his chest and let loose another thick, raunchy belch that shook his gut up and made Claudius peep in a comically flustered manner. "Ahhh...y'tasted like chicken..."
"...G-Good to know..." Claudius responded, voice a bit higher after being treated to such a good eruption from the voracious monster. The smaller monster felt around the inside of Umbrak's belly, making it writhe slightly as he moved around. "Hmmm...feels like there's a bit of a tension around the lower center of your abdomen..."
"Tch, yeah, forgot t'unbuckle this stupid fuckin' belt..." Umbrak grumbled as he tried reaching around his big belly to unbuckle the belt that was still constricting against his lower stomach. Try as he might, however, the beast was just too utterly bloated to reach the front of his gargantuan gut. "C'mon, ya stupid fuckin' piece'uh shit..." Umbrak growled as he continued fumbling with his belt, making his gut jostle around and quiver as he did so.
Claudius peeped a bit from inside as all of Umbrak's fumbling caused his confines to quiver around some more. "G-Goodness...such volatility in the organs' sac," the scientist muttered to himself as he held his clawed hand up against the stomach lining in front of him, feeling it jostle with Umbrak's attempts to grapple his belt.
The fumbling eventually caused Umbrak's massive belly to push just enough weight on top of the belt for it to finally give the ghost. With one devastating SNAP, the belt buckle burst clean off, firing across Claudius' lab and shattering an empty beaker in the process.
But the instant it did?
Umbrak's belly spilled forth even further, expanding by several inches and jiggling heavily against his thick thighs. The sudden surge had caused the rubber padding against Umbrak's torso to hike up even further, revealing more of his spandex-clad belly. It was stretched so far past its limits that there was a clear outline of Umbrak's bellybutton visible against the torso spandex. The beast groped his even bigger belly with both clawed hands and practically went cross-eyed as he moaned to himself and said, "Gruuooooohhhh, gooooooods...that's SOOOOO much better..."
Inside, Claudius had tumbled forth a bit, but after adjusting himself into a more comfortable sitting position, found that he had noticeably more room to wriggle around inside of his begrudging companion's gut. "...Judging from the expansion of the stomach lining, am I to assume something had loosened around your armor?" The bird monster asked, only to yelp as the whole organ shook violently as a deafening sound bellowed all around him.
Outside, Umbrak was gripping his belly tightly and letting out a lab-shaking belch. His maw gaped open as the crude, boorish sound exploded from his maw, shooting several strands of slimy saliva past his fangs as more beakers fell from their tables and shattered onto the ground. The devastating eructation bellowed forth for a staggering eight seconds straight, never once losing its sheer power.
When it finally ended, Umbrak was left panting breathlessly, before huffing to himself, standing up straight, and SLAPPING his fat belly firmly, making it ripple intensely beneath his palm, and knocking loose a short but sizable afterburp.
"...OoOoohhh man...that was DYIN' t'come out..." Umbrak moaned, once again letting his gloved hands run up and down that gargantuan swell in his middle, before cupping his underbelly and jiggling his bulbous belly up and down with Claudius inside. "Mph, how ya holdin' up in there, bird brain?"
Claudius' face was cherry red by that point.
"...S-splendidly..." he finally peeped in a comically high-pitched voice.
"Mph, great..." Umbrak replied, arching his back to make his belly jut out more before stretching his arms out and giving a loud, beastly yawn. He smacked his chops and scratched his gut with his claws before lumbering over to a crate big enough to withstand his weight. His belly shook and jiggled with each step he gave, before he parked his thick rump atop the crate and leaned back. His weighty dome of a belly spilled over his thighs as he spread them out to give his middle some much needed breathing room. "You have fun in there or somethin'...I'mma take a quick nap...if ya start digestin', just start stabbin' me or somethin' t'get my attention..."
"...H-Heh, y-yes, v-very humorous joke, my friend.." Claudius remarked, chuckling timidly before clearing his throat and adding, "...th-that was a joke, right...?"
The only response he got was heavy, beastly snoring from Umbrak who was already out like a light from feeling so full, with one arm rested behind his head and the other rested idly atop his big, churning gut.
Claudius chose to believe that Umbrak was joking and proceeded to feel around the slick, slimy stomach lining all around him, shuddering as he pushed his palm against its smooth, fleshy surface.
"Oooohhhh...the strength of the peristalsis is just magnificent...! And the texture of the gastric rugae...simply divine..."
He pushed his palms firmly against the stomach lining in front of him, causing tiny indents of his palms to protrude from the surface of Umbrak's belly.
"...There's so much give and yet it's still so tight and resilient..." Claudius mused, both with scientific and lustful fascination.
He pressed against the front of the stomach lining even further to see how resilient it truly was, until it eventually snapped back into place and caused Claudius to tumble backwards onto his back. The whole stomach quivered from the sudden jolt, and a moment later, it once again shook violently as the jolt shook yet another devastating burp out of Umbrak's maw, even as he slept.
Claudius just laid in place, wide-eyed and red-cheeked for several silent seconds, safe for the gurgling all around him.
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