Down The Hatch
Another rewrite of a fanfic!
Plot: It’s been a few weeks since you and Bexton met, and you’d say you’re good friends with him. However, you are curious about the books on his shelves. You pick up one and flip to a random page, reading it aloud. Surprise! It shrinks you down. Tiny and helpless, you get scolded by Bexton. Luckily he forgives you. But, Bexton grows hungry… and you’re snack sized.
Warnings: Painful hunger, soft vore. Story below!
Living on a train is something you never thought you’d do. But, here you are. It wasn’t as bad as you first thought it would be. Maybe a little uncomfortable at first, but luckily Bexton fixed that problem by giving you a small but comfortable mattress. Along with a soft blanket and a plush pillow. Bexton is treating you almost like a roommate or a close friend. He’s a strange fellow still, but you could sense the loneliness and eager aura radiating off of him. It’s a surprisingly calm life.
Recently though, your curiosity has been nagging at your brain. Yes, you knew he was magic. He proves that every day by summoning random objects. Usually either playing cards, small knives, and occasionally a random bookmark. Speaking of books though, that is something you’re starting to think about. The books that rested on the nearby shelves.
They’re all so old and worn, you didn’t know what they were even for. Glancing around the room, Bexton had left briefly to go check on something. What’s the harm in checking out the books? So, you stand up and go to the shelf. Running your fingers along the spines of some of the books. Feeling the age beneath your fingertips. You decide to grab one at random.
It was old and worn, of course. The cover was a faded blue and it had a strange design on the cover. No author name, no credit, nothing. With a shrug, you flip to a random page. You’ve always had a habit of reading aloud to yourself when alone. So, clearing your throat, you picked a passage at random.
“Air of the magic and winds of the change, hear my call blessed by sage. Fae twinkle and giggle, as they hear the dreary dribble. My words will become real and an action, please turn mine form to a fraction.”
The second you finish reading, you feel lightheaded. Dizzy, and almost nauseous. The room feels like it’s stretching and growing. Or… maybe you’re shrinking? With blurry eyes, you manage to glance towards a reflective surface. Only to come to the realization that you were, indeed, shrinking. In pure shock, you drop the book with a heavy thud.
You shrank down to barely an inch. Everything was so much bigger and louder now. Dread filled your body upon realizing that you messed up. Big time. With wobbly legs, you manage to stand up. Almost falling over when the train hit a slight bump. Jeez, what will Bexton say?
Wait… oh crap. Bexton! He’s going to be furious knowing that you did this to yourself! Your heart sinks into your gut and you feel your pulse quicken. It doesn’t help the second you hear footsteps. Quickly, you run and hide under his dresser. Maybe you can figure out how to reverse this without Bexton figuring it out first.
“Y/N! I found the- Y/N?” You heard his voice as he opened the door to the train carriage. You saw his feet from under the dresser, you hear your pulse in your ears. Please don’t find me you thought to yourself.
“Hmhm, Y/N? Are you playing hide and seek? I’ll find you eventually you know.” He spoke in a teasing, light tone. You cover your mouth and try to keep quiet. You see him walk around the room, seemingly looking for you. Not knowing your current predicament.
*grrrummmble*
Because you’re so small, everything was louder. This includes Bexton’s tummy grumbling. Sounding hungry. You accidentally squeak. Bexton stops walking.
“Oh… I heard that~” his presence grew close. Suddenly, he crouched and found you. But, his mask shifted to look confused. Reaching in, he gently snatched you and pulls you up. Placing you in the palm of his hand.
“Oh my, Y/N what happened to you?” Bexton sounded more worried than upset. This did relieve some of your anxiety.
“I…I read a passage in that book and it shrunk me…” you admitted quietly. Looking down, still feeling shame. Bexton listened and slowly shakes his head.
“Y/N, that was foolish. All of those books are full of magic spells! You’re lucky that this one wears off within a few hours.” Bexton scolded you, his mask shifted to look irritated. You sunk down and look away, feeling really stupid. Bexton sighs and very carefully pats your head.
“Hey, I’m not mad at you. I’m just happy you’re okay, honestly.” He reassured, a smile forming on his mask. Slowly, Bexton sits on the floor. Placing you on his knee, he chuckled.
“I must admit though, you look kinda cute this small.” He teased, making your face go a little pink. You give Bexton a glare, making him snicker. You two sit in comfortable silence for a moment.
*guurrglee… grrrooaan*
“Oh, my tummy is throwing a fit.” Bexton says, patting his belly. You blush and stare at his tummy. Hearing the empty, hungry growls made you get flustered. The magician glances over at you and smirks.
“Oh right, you’re into that huh?” He teased, poking into his belly.
“Er-! H-hey! Don’t tease me!” You stammer. Bexton laughs and carefully picks you up.
“Tell you what, how about I give you front row seats…” he teases with a glint of mischief in the mask. Laying down, Bexton places you down on his stomach. It was so warm and soft. Slightly squishing into the very thin layer of fat on his frame. Your entire face flushed a dark red. You look up at him, stunned that he would do this.
“Feel free to listen~” he didn’t seem to mind if you listened to his belly grumbling for a meal it wasn’t getting anytime soon. You wanted to argue, to tell him to stop. But you couldn’t. Probably because you really didn’t want him to stop. So, with a heavy sigh and a tomato colored face, you lay on his belly. Like it was your personal, grumbling mattress.
*grr… GROOO!*
It was very loud, that’s for sure. Bexton didn’t seem to mind this. In fact, it almost seems like he’s kind of enjoying it too. Probably just because he gets to see you all pink and flustered. He smiles and very carefully presses you deeper into his middle. Allowing you to really feel those deep, hungry growls. *RRRRGGLL…grrr*
“You sound very hungry…” you pointed out, blushing deeply. Bexton made a soft noise of discomfort.
“Oof, yeah it’s starting to hurt a little bit.” Bexton admitted, his mask shifted to look uncomfortable. You frown and gently rub his belly in slow, soothing circles. You knew your hand were probably far too small to really soothe him all that much.
“Do you not have any food..?” You ask, looking up at him. Bexton sadly shakes his head before he looks at you.
“…you look tasty.” Before you could ask what he means, Bexton suddenly snatched you up by the back of your shirt. He slowly sits up with you in his hands.
“You… what?”
“Y/N… I’m so hungry… and you’re tiny. Maybe… maybe I could have a taste.” Bexton leans close to you. You blink and realize what he was really saying.
“B-Bexton! Wait wait! I’m not food! You can’t just eat me! I know I’m tiny but you’d digest me!” You argue, panic rising in your chest. Bexton shakes his head and mumbles something unintelligible.
“There, I’ve put a spell on you. It’ll protect you from being digested. Just please… let me eat you.” Bexton begs desperately.
“Bexton! I’m still not food! Y-you can’t just-“
*RRRROOOAAAR!*
Bexton whimpers and curls in on himself tightly. The hunger sounded so painful, like it was slashing at Bexton’s insides. Your eyes look down at Bexton’s stomach. Unease appears in your chest. Slowly, you inhale.
“Bexton… promise me you’ll spit me out.” You kept your voice low and careful. Bexton perks up and nodded eagerly.
“Yes yes of course!”
You couldn’t believe that you were about to do this. You had trouble grasping the idea that you were going to agree to this.
“…fine Bex. Fine.”
Bexton gasps and looks at you. The mask he wore morphed to look stunned.
“R-really?”
“Just do it before I change my mind…”
Bexton nodded and slowly lifted up his mask. Only enough to reveal his lower face. You saw a couple scars littering his skin. Slowly, he lifted you up and opened his maw. You take a deep breath and shut your eyes tightly. Bexton carefully places you in his mouth and shuts it closed.
The maw was damp and humid. You could feel his tongue gently licking you. It surprisingly didn’t feel bad. Seems like he’s currently just tasting you. Savoring every flavor of you in his maw. Carefully, he swallows.
Slowly, you are squeezed through his damp throat. It was a tight fit, but you made it through. Eventually landing into his empty belly. Finally you open your eyes. The stomach walls pulsated around you, the acid surrounding you didn’t burn at all. Seems like that spell he casted worked. It was noisy in here. Slowly, you press your hands into the walls of his stomach.
“Wow… this is strange. Bex? You okay now?” You try to speak loudly, as you weren’t sure if he could hear you from inside of his stomach.
“Haaah… yeah I’m okay. Thank you so much for this, Y/N. I needed this.” Bexton says. Even from inside of him, you could feel a slight pressure. He must be rubbing his belly. A soft belch comes from Bexton.
“Full?”
“Hoohyeah… you are surprisingly filling~” Bexton giggled as he answered your question. You roll your eyes and gently continue to rub the walls of his stomach. The deep gurgling was soothing you. Slowly, you close your eyes again.
You weren’t sure how long you were asleep for, but you woke up back on the train. The train was back to its normal size. Or rather, you were! Slowly, you sit up. You saw Bexton eating an apple. Once he saw you were awake, he smirks.
“Well, my tasty snack is awake! I spit you out, as promised!” Bexton says, a little teasingly. You chuckle, rolling your eyes a little.
“Thanks Bex… that was…” you pause, realizing that you were about to say something really strange. “That was actually not that bad.”
Bexton glanced up at you and giggles. Playfully, he tossed an apple in your direction. Luckily you catch it.
“Well, remind me to eat you again at some point then! Hmhm~!” Bexton teasingly called you out just as you were about to take a bite of the apple. You shoot him a glare that had no malice behind it. However, you’d be sure to remind him.
