Immense, Completely gigantic Incomprehensible Pred with an entire living labyrinth as their internals
Or Living labyrinths in general.
You
I like you
(gonna put the rest of this below a read more just in case this sort of thing makes anyone uncomfortable)
Yes absolutely this is something I adore, just gargantuan beings with insides you can end up lost in it's so good I love it so so very much please and thank you
Something in a similar vein that I also love the idea of is preds large enough to just have an entire civilization or even ecosystem inside them, I just love it all around
I just really love the idea of friendly eldritch gods and monsters, who love keeping humans as friends, lovers or even pets. They all in all shapes and sizes, they can be almost same size with humans, bigger than humans, giant to humans. But they are always gentle, careful and full of love.
And, of course, they love to keep their humans inside the bellies! They have a separate stomach, which is always clean, always cosy, and is not used for food, so a human can stay there for as long as they'd like! Well, human is free to come to other stomachs if they want to stay in food. Acids won't hurt them and all the food will just digest.
If feeling adventurous people can actually go around the eldritch god entire body. It's a goddamn labyrinth though, and quite easy to get lost in at some parts. Luckily the god always knows where their human is, so if needed they can either get them out immediately via shifting their body, or by guiding them out!
Please don't forget about lots of kisses and licks gods give! They are very affectionate over humans, love to just snuggle up and sleep together, making tentacle nests to keep a person comfy. Some have pouches on their bodies, so if a human doesn't want to get eaten they can safely stay in a pouch to rest and unwind!
It's a perfect night to have a sacrifice, to turn the hunter into the prey...with a little surprise.
Jack couldn’t believe this was happening. One moment he’d been creeping around the Lakeside Village, hunting for survivors, when he’d suddenly been knocked out by the Seer’s owl. When he’d awoken, he was tied up, his wrists bound and claws rendered useless. Standing above him were the very survivors he’d been after; the Seer, Barmaid, Priestess, and Magician, now wearing golden robes.
“Hey, Ripper, don’t look so sad.” Eli said with a kind smile, patting his owl on the head.
“Mhm! Chin up, handsome! You’re gonna be a wonderful sacrifice!” Demi added in her usual chipper tone.
Wait…sacrifice?! Jack’s eyes widened, and he immediately started to struggle against his binds. Briefly glancing around, he could see that he’d been dragged to the sandy shore of the lake. Were they going to gag him and toss him into the water, let him drown like a rat?!
“What is the meaning of this?! I’m not going to let you miserable pests sacrifice me to anything or anyone! Untie me this instant!” Jack shouted. He froze as Servais’s gloved hand gripped his chin, forcing him to look up at him.
“There is no need to fret, Mister Sickert! You are about to become a part of something greater than yourself, serve a higher, more divine purpose!” The Magician exclaimed, a wicked glint in his eye. “This is quite an honorable position to be in. You should be excited!”
Jack…really didn’t like that look. He knew Servais to be grumpy but often well composed, but now he was speaking like a delusional madman.
Glancing over to the water, the hunter saw Fiona tossing buckets of chum into the lake water. Bubbles started to form over the surface, the tips of purple and red tendrils emerging. Jack smiled a little, nervous but somewhat relieved.
“Aha, I see what’s going on! This is some kind of prank!” Jack said with an uneasy laugh. “Well, you got me good! Alright, you can let me go, and I’ll just go ahead and give you the match! How does that sound?
But Servais clearly wasn’t listening, as he dragged the much taller man closer to the water. Jack was forced to kneel in the sand as Hastur rose from the water; clothed in a tattered yellow robe, thick tentacles lashing against the shallow waves, multiple orange, catlike eyes staring down at the five mortals. Servais bowed before the towering deity.
“Oh mighty Feaster, venerable King in Yellow! We offer you this humble sacrifice, a fine snack to sate your terrifying hunger. We are aware that artists are a favorite of yours, and we do hope that this one is to your liking.” The magician exclaimed.
Hastur’s eyes focused on his fellow hunter, who now felt even smaller than he usually did. It didn’t help that Jack wasn’t used to him being this massive. A few tendrils slithered towards him, encircling his bound form. The Ripper found himself shivering, but clinging to any sort of hope. Hastur was always fairly reasonable, at least far more so than the Dream Witch. He wouldn’t truly hurt him, would he?
“H-Hastur, are we good? Is this a bit we’re doing?” Jack asked, gasping as thick, slimy tentacles surrounded him. They pulled away the ropes, but Jack’s relief turned right back into fear as the tendrils wrapped around him. They squished and pulsed, seeming to suckle on him. As one lapped up his cheek like a tongue, he realized that he was being tasted. Savored like a delicious treat.
“My, you’re quite delicious, Jack,” Hastur said, giving a low, rumbling chuckle. “Do not fret. I’m sure you will find my belly quite accommodating.” His tentacles lifted Jack from the ground, up towards the dark red mist that made up his “face”. Jack’s eyes widened, a plea for mercy being muffled as he was stuffed inside.
The mist engulfed the hunter, bringing a mix of odd sensations to his body and mind. It was cool and wispy like fog, then humid and squishy like a mouth. He was terrified, but parts of his mind felt oddly comforted. A few tentacles pulled and pushed him deeper before finally dropping him into the abyss of Hastur’s throat.
Jack screamed as he slid down the long, slimy tunnel. It wasn’t very tight, but it was dark, and Jack feared that he could possibly be slipping down forever. After all, what could he expect from the unearthly guts of an eldritch god?
To his relief and fear, Jack landed with a splat upon squishy flesh. He shuddered, eyes squeezed shut, fingers gripping into the stomach lining. He didn’t want to look up, to see whatever horrible innards he was trapped within. Pits of corrosive acids, unending intestinal labyrinths, fleshy growths meant to soften and absorb him…
“Huh, I was wondering when you’d get thrown in here.”
Jack immediately looked up at the sound of that familiar voice. The Mercenary was standing right there, arms crossed and an eyebrow raised ever so slightly. He did not look at all like he was worried about being inside the King in Yellow’s digestive tract.
“N-Naib? What the fuck?!” Jack yelled. “Oh god, how many others have they managed to capture?!”
“Well, I’d say they’ve managed quite a bit.” Naib gestured to the side, and Jack sat up in shock. A number of other survivors and a few hunters were milling about the vast organ. But the most shocking part was the pumpkins, chains, bats, and other Halloween decorations scattered about, complete with a refreshment table. The stomach walls had a dark purple tone with a glimmering, starlike pattern, adding to the ambiance.
“Yep, it was Servais’s idea to do something really outrageous for a Halloween party, and the others were completely on board. I think they’re having a little too much fun with it.” Naib said, shrugging and glancing down at Jack, his jaw hanging.
“So…I was never in any danger?!” Jack exclaimed. “Bloody hell, I am going to rip them all limb from limb!” He jumped to his feet, but paused, looking around. “Well…maybe later. This honestly looks kinda fun.”
“That’s the spirit. Now I’m gonna get some more grub before the others get to it.” Naib grinned and ran off to the snack table. Jack rolled his eyes, but ran off after him. Well, he had a rather rude entrance, but perhaps munching on treats and nestling against the stomach walls to chat with his friends wouldn’t be such a bad use of an evening.
Characters that could eat their actors: Pennywise the dancing clown
Pennywise always knows his prey's worst fear. In Bill Skarsgard's case, he was afraid of not living up to his famous brothers. So naturally the clown took the form of his brother Alexander when he consumed the younger Skarsgard.
Incomprehensible pred and normal prey who are fully used to the whole eating thing but forget that most people aren't, invite someone over, and end up giving them lifetime trauma
Oh I always love that type of thing, prey completely used to the idea of being eaten and prey who most definitely is not, hijinks ensue
I like to imagine with this that they basically live inside the pred, and when inviting the other person over they casually walk into a huge mouth while the other person stares in abject horror
Where others would go insane you found happiness and comfort, staying next to the god who made you feel safe despite his nature.
Fandom: King in Yellow
2 endings: Endosoma and Sentient fat
(Endosoma is posted before Sentient fat)
Words: 3811/4213/5011
CW: gooey non-fatal digestion, reformation mention, eldritch pred
This was one of the most unexpected things that could’ve ever happened to you. Nothing could have possibly prepared you for such an outcome, yet you didn’t complain, because this is, perhaps, the greatest outcome you could’ve wished for.
It was a weekend, and right now you were sitting in the embrace of an eldritch god, who was known through a certain book and stageplay by many as the King in Yellow… Hastur himself… He was gently caressing your back and giving you gentle scratches, purring as you massaged his chest. It all happened so strangely- You found the book, but despite knowing that it will drive you insane you still read it, your curiosity was eating at you. Yet even after the second chapter you still felt fine, you were fascinated with what you’ve read! The true meaning of life, the meaning behind the humankind… It shocked and maybe scared you a bit, but nothing really drove you insane. After this you did get a bit obsessive though, making one of your rooms into a small shrine to show your appreciation to the King, sacrificing him food and some cute things like plushies, cozy blankets. You didn’t dare to gift monetary things or jewelry; you knew the King does not wear a crown or fancy rich gifts…
After some time you found one of his belongings… a cute handmade pin with his symbol on it… You took it with you and added to your shrine, but you possessing it now made the King come over to you personally. He stood in the middle of your room, looming over you, obviously being so much taller than an average human being. His yellow robes gently swayed and moved around like they were alive, ribbons carefully inspected you as you just stood there, frozen, too stunned to do anything. He was wearing a pale, ceramic mask that covered his face, yet allowed you to clearly see his shiny, black and gold eyes that were shaped like one of a cuttlefish. The King reached his palm out to you and asked to give his pin back, but you didn’t move, just staring at him… You carefully took his hand and kissed the back of it, stroking it gently, which left Hastur dumbfounded- “What do you think you are doing?” he wanted to ask, but didn’t get a chance as you came closer and hugged him, nuzzling his silky robes…
“I am not sure what is happening within your mind, but I did not come to play your games, young one.” King spoke in a stern tone, taking you and gently pulling away from himself.
“My apologies, my King… I just never thought I…would actually see you personally…” you start, “It’s so unbelievable, it’s something I’ve been wishing for since I’ve read your book! And now you are here!” a smile spreads across your face as you reach to gently rub the mask, “I will return your pin, my King, just please, let me spend some time with you… At least 5 minutes…”
To say that Hastur was appalled is to say nothing. Mortals rarely react to his existence in any way but screaming in absolute horror and going crazy. Some ask for mercy, some ask to serve him just to save their skin, but you- What even are you? What drives you to be so fascinated by the eldritch god of knowledge and chaos, decadence and insanity? Yet… Despite feeling lost Hastur also felt intrigued, fascinated… Because it is indeed a rare sight… And to tend to his curiosity he decided to agree to stay with you for a bit. This made you so happy…
The next 5 minutes you just spent in his embrace, hugging the large being and snuggling in his robes. The ribbons were wrapping around you in a sort of hug, rubbing and gently squeezing you as they felt how relaxed you were. Amazing… so stunning… And you were just happy to feel his warmth, be caressed and stroked… Since then the King would regularly visit you. He ultimately made a decision to let you keep his pin, so he could easily find you and come to you no matter where you were, visit you and tend to you… Hastur never thought that he will grow so attached to a simple human, yet there he was, now laying with you on a sofa and hugging you… He usually wasn’t too talkative, he was a being of action rather than speech. He would ask simple questions like if you are hungry or tired, or would like to go anywhere on walks, but very often he’d bring you nice and comfy clothes, would brush your hair, help you take baths, give you massages and such, gift you pastries he baked himself. Too bad you couldn’t tell anyone about him… Hastur would be fun at parties! The King enjoyed simple walks in parks, forests or mountains the most. Considering his natural ability to teleport almost wherever he’d like, traveling around with him was so wonderful! In a blink of an eye you both could go anywhere your hearts desired, admire the nature, the culture, everything the earthly places had to offer… And no matter how much you stayed with the King you were always as fascinated by him as ever… So now you were wrapped up in his robes, hugged and caressed, enjoying a moment before Hastur would leave again…
This would be yet another calm day, if not for you finding out a very specific trait of the eldritch god. He enjoyed grooming himself from time to time- Perhaps your ideas about his robes being a part of him aren’t so bizarre now. You were watching TV together as that happened, he just suddenly turned a bit away and started licking his arm. You did spot a wound there, so maybe it was the cause-
“Hey, Hassie? Is everything alright?” you asked him, gently rubbing his back.
“Ah? Yes, everything is indeed alright.” King replied as he looked at you, “My apologies, but I am trying to seal my wound up faster so it would stop bothering me.” he explained before continuing.
You watched him gently brush his silky looking tongue against the surface of his robe and skin, blushing a bit at the sight- His wound indeed sealed up quite fast after this, leaving a small scar behind, just as you were about to offer him bandages. But you also kept thinking of this- Of how his tongue would feel, how nice it would be and how you also want to get a cute tongue bath-
“Um… Hastur-? I know it’s going to sound really weird, but- Can you please tongue bathe me-?” you ask, stumbling on your words a bit.
“Did I hear you correctly, dear?” King looked at you, “You wish to be tongue bathed by me?”
“Y-yes-“ your face turned a bit red in embarrassment, “How you were cleaning your arm looked so… nice and cute… And your tongue looks so soft and silky…” you almost whisper to him.
“I never thought that humans are interested in such activities and would give such compliments.” King tilted his head.
“It’s quite unnatural, really… It’s considered a kink or a fetish in some ways.” you shrug a bit, “We don’t tongue bath each other, you know?”
“That I know, of course. It is just odd to hear from a human, but I am not here to judge you.” the King carefully made you lay down before he leaned down to you, “Are you sure you want this? I would not want to make you uncomfortable.”
“Oi-!” you blush deeply as this massive hunk of a beast leans down to you, “I- I don’t! At all! It will be an honor really!” you giggle a bit like an absolute fool, going silent and gasping as he started to undress you, knowing clothes are not a part of you. And did you stop him? No. Why would you? You really wanted this and you were struggling to hold yourself away from just hugging and kissing him all over. He left your underwear and tank top on though.
Once your clothes were off Hastur’s hot breath brushed against your skin, tickling it a bit, and then you felt a very gentle and soft lick against your belly… His tongue was just as soft and silky like his robes… Made you think that perhaps you are right, the yellow tattered clothes are indeed a part of him- But you clean your head off of any thoughts as you just start to enjoy the process, relaxing~ Hastur’s thick tongue gently brushed against your body, coating you in a thin layer of slime and saliva as he was determined to cover every inch of you, besides the private parts- Eldritch god was starting to purr, blushing as he enjoyed this little odd session, and so you were getting flustered, blushing as well as you hugged the King…
A very strange thought ran through your mind… You gently rubbed Hastur’s head, scratching it and making him purr even louder, all while thinking of him… eating you… A shiver went down your spine- Just why did you think of it?! Hastur noticed your distress and immediately stopped, and involuntarily listening to your thoughts-
“My dear, what’s wrong?...” he asked, putting his mask back on, sitting up and putting you on his lap, “Is everything alright?...”
“Y..yes… Yes, I’m sorry for interrupting you, I just remembered something- weird- You know?” you gesture a bit as you tried to excuse yourself.
“…” the King just stared at you for some time before gently stroking your head, “I… accidentally looked into your mind and… saw what you wanted me to do-“ he said a bit awkwardly and shyly-
Well, that sent you into a panicking fit as you trembled and held onto Hastur’s robe, “N-no! Please, don’t say anything! Don’t even keep this in mind, it was just a weird thought!” he most likely knew you are a bit of a vorarephiliac, but since he is a creature not familiar with human behavior you’ve got scared he may actually do this to you-
“Even if I would eat you it would be safe, my dear.” he says, petting you gently and stroking your back to calm you down, “I can easily control my acids, and if I do digest you I could reform you with no trouble. And the process itself isn’t painful in the slightest.” King explains, carefully brushing your hair with his claws. Wait, so… he was okay with this? And- it’s all safe?...
“I… I didn’t think you would be into this kind of thing…” you say.
“Ah, I have a big village and a huge palace with loads of people under my care. I did meet some like you before and they trust me with eating them.” he held his hand at his core, smiling a bit behind a mask, “I would not hurt someone who trusts and helps me, and I definitely would never hurt someone I love and adore.” King leaned down and gave you a gentle kiss.
You blushed and froze a bit, looking up at him before carefully hugging and nuzzling him. Hastur just gently rubbed your back and gave you gentle scratches.
“If you would like to try this I am ready to provide. Just make sure to not punch and scratch me too much.” King chuckled, squishing your cheeks gently.
“Owki-“ you chuckled as he squished your cheeks. You took his hands and gently rubbed them, “Alright… I think I’m ready-“ a slightly nervous sigh escapes you.
“Alright, my dear. But please, if you will panic too much just tell me to spit you out. I will not keep you trapped within my gut.” Hastur says, smiling softly, “Would you like me to engulf you feet first or head first?”
Now that was a tough question- Do you want to gaze down a pulsing abyss as you slide down a tight, slimy gullet to the King’s tight stomach as he rubs your sides and tastes you? Or do you want to see him slowly swallow you, inching up your body, lapping at you and holding your hand for comfort? Goodness, that was so hard…
“Feet first please…” you whisper, looking away shyly, but leaning into a pet once Hastur gently rubbed your cheek.
“Then so be it.” he nodded, leaning down to nuzzle your head and kiss it.
You smile and giggle, scritching underneath Hastur’s chin to make him purr and taking his mask off. King leans down to peck your cheek, smiling and hugging you. Soon he moves backwards a bit and leans down to your legs. His eyes glanced at you, watching to make sure you still were fine with this idea and didn’t change your mind. Seeing your pink from blushing face was like a signal that he can start. King carefully took your feet in his mouth and started to engulf, going down your legs slowly and gently to not scare you… His plush tongue brushed against your flesh, tasting it and leaving trails of slime and saliva, soft flesh pulsed around them with every light gulp. It felt so nice and relaxing, even if strange… Your toes could feel warm, slimy flesh… Once King reached your hips you weren’t ashamed anymore, you were just content, enjoying the pulsing of his throat as he swallowed more of you. Hastur wasn’t teasing you and was very gentle, only licking at your sides sometimes for more flavor.
Soon you felt your toes press against the floor of his stomach. That made you flinch, but you calmed down quickly as King held your hand. His shiny eyes were filled with worry and care as he stopped swallowing, making sure you are okay… “I’m… I’m good…” you nodded, smiling and gently squeezing his hand. He nodded and continued, getting to your chest, then neck, leaving only your arms and head… It was so weird, so surreal, but here you are, with almost your whole body engulfed… King’s soft insides pulsed around you, trying to pull you down more, yet he kept you still, waiting for you to give him a sign that you are ready to be swallowed fully… Once you nod he carefully slurps the rest of you up and finally gulps you down, rubbing over the large bulges you were making on his chest and abdomen. It was a fast trip, and soon you were in a slightly cramped, silky stomach- Hastur muffled a belch and laid down onto his side, exhaling and rubbing his belly.
You were in a slight shock for some time before you finally made a move, reaching to touch a surprisingly soft and smooth wall- Around the flesh some patterns were drawn around, emitting a soft glow that lit up the place enough for you to see. Walls made it looked like you were inside a ball made out of bandages, like a mummy- They had a dark violet color, had weird “seams” on them and were just a bit slimy, not enough to soak you. Suddenly though a seam opened up and you saw an eye, which made you squeak in fear.
“Ah, my apologies, my dear!” Hastur said, closing that eye- “I just wanted to make sure you are alright in there… You did not make a sound until now…”
“Oi, I- I’m quite okay, just- maybe a bit shocked…” you reply, sighing a bit shakingly before sitting up as best as you could and rubbing the silky walls, “Weird belly, patterns, eyes… Well- you are an eldritch god after all!” you chuckled.
“Yes, yes… Those eyes are were so I could see my prey and make sure they are feeling alright and don’t need any medical attention. I did have one cultist who lost his consciousness once I swallowed him-“ King rubbed the back of his head, a bit embarrassed.
“To be honest I’m kinda surprised I didn’t-“ you giggle shyly, “It was a bit scary- I… This whole being eaten thing is usually just a fantasy, you know?..”
“Yes, I understand. But you can rest assured that no matter what course of actions you will chose from that point on – you will be safe and sound.” Hastur said, patting his belly and feeling over the bulges you were making.
“Course of actions… Well for now I would like to just- rest here…” you said, carefully lying down and listening to soft growls of King’s gut. Huh… this is just how you imagined it in your mind… Soft, warm… The steady breathing of the King was like a song, his core vibrated and made soft “beats” to accompany the atmosphere. The more you listened the more you relaxed and enjoyed it, smiling and nuzzling the soft walls, rubbing them, which made Hastur purr happily, “This…is so nice…” you whispered, gently rubbing between the “ribbons” of the stomach, “I like it…”
“Mmm… I’m glad you are starting to enjoy it, my dear.” King rubbed his belly, “I wouldn’t want to hurt you or scare you this way, I hope you know that.”
“Of- of course. It’s just that primal fear that almost overtook me…” you nod.
“I understand it.” Hastur purred, summoning ribbons inside his stomach for them to wrap around you in a hug, “If you would want anything from me then please just ask.”
“Alrighty, thank you, Hastur.” you smiled and snuggled up within the silky ribbons. Your curiosity did take you over a little and you started to fidget a bit. You rubbed a bit at the pyloric sphincter, and that made Hastur jump, which in turn shook you. Oh well- better not touch it- You collected some slime, squishing it and humming. It was warm and soft, wet, of course. Oddly, it smelled of bananas and some lemons… You noticed eyes watching you, so you smiled and waved, showing that you are just exploring before you’d make a next move.
Endosoma ending
A couple of hours passed, at least it felt like it. King was trying to watch a TV, but from feeling so full, since he was much smaller than his regular size as he ate you, he was napping right now. You didn’t mind, resting as well as the churning and the soft gurgles cradled you. That was quite the best rest you’ve gotten in the past few years- King didn’t squirm at all and didn’t even snore. He was laying on a sofa, covered with a fluffy duvet, hand serving as a support for his head. He would occasionally make strange yet silent “growls” that sounded like that of a lion, but it didn’t exactly have a follow up. Sometimes his ribbons would squish his belly gently and hug it, acting on their own accord in a way, or the King was just acting in his sleep. This whole thing made you very happy, especially the little hugs.
Staying inside a belly like that still was a little weird, but quite fine. You didn’t think this would be possible, but here you are. You looked around again, looking at the glinting patterns and watching the walls squeeze as they churned. Stomach was growling softly, faintly, and would occasionally churn around you. A soft sigh escaped you as you reached to rub more, brushing against the soft flesh, getting your palms a bit slimy. If only you could bring snacks to this place- Might as well leave it only for work and studies. Hmm… You probably should ask him about the snacks part-
Quite soon though the King woke up, yawning and stretching nicely, which squeezed you just a bit and woke you up as well.
“Oh goodness-“ an eye in his belly saw you awakened, “My deepest apologies… I didn’t want to wake you up…”
“No no, it’s okay. I wasn’t sleeping for quite a while now!” you stretched too, “If I’d sleep for any more I wouldn’t be sleeping this night.” you chuckled and patted a wall, “Do you want to let me go or can I stay for some more time?”
“As much as I would love to stay for longer and keep you inside I need to go back to my palace.” King rubbed his belly gently, “You are not ready to leave with me yet.”
You nodded, sighing and sitting up carefully, pushing a bit against esophageal sphincter. Hastur held back a burp and went to get a basin and towels before carefully pushing up the bottom of his belly, starting to regurgitate you. Walls squeezed against you a bit hard, pushing you up King’s esophagus towards his throat. It was a challenge to spit out a whole human, even if swallowing them was quite easier for him- Some slime and saliva dripped from his mouth, landing in a basin he prepared just for that. He carefully rubbed the bulges you were making on his chest, making sure you were alright. You had to stop moving almost completely for Hastur to have easier time spitting you out, and after some struggle he finally managed to regurgitate you, letting you lay on a towel.
You were all so slimy and wet, a bit winded, but fine. You wiped the slime off your face and looked up at Hastur, smiling.
“You desperately need a bath.” he said.
“Yeah-“ you giggled, getting picked up in his arms, “Are you gonna help me again?~”
“Of course.” King nodded, carrying you away to a bathroom. He put all your clothes to wash, filled a tub up for you, adding bubbles and flavory soaps, smiling as he scrubbed you with a sponge as he cleaned off all the slime. You were really content with this, smiling happily and leaning into the gentle touch of a god, humming and sometimes reaching to scratch his chin. After a prolonged bath you were dried, dressed up in warm pajamas and fed. King decided that you need some good food after staying inside him for quite a while, so he cooked you a hearty meal and brewed you some green tea with a spoonful of honey.
“Thank you so much, Hastur.” you smiled, “I had a great time with you!”
“I am glad, yes.” Hastur rubbed your head, “It was an interesting experience for me as well, especially feeling you becoming more familiar and trustful of me.” he chuckled, “If you would ever want to just rest inside me then feel free to tell me. I would gladly keep you within my body.”
You nodded, nuzzling up to him, but soon having to say goodbye to him. Of course it wasn’t the final one, and you were excited for his next visit. Just every time he leaves you feel a bit lonely.
Sentient fat ending
You crossed your arms then and started thinking… You thought about King’s words regarding this whole thing. How this is safe even if he digests you and you will just be reformed… He even said it’s not painful… But will it be gory?
“Hastur?” you called.
“What’s the matter?” Hastur asked, rubbing over you.
“Can you please explain your…digestive process? You said it’s not painful and not fatal, but… I’d like to hear more..”
Hastur hummed, realizing what you want to do, and nodded, “Alright, listen then, my dear. The acids my stomach secretes are slimy and gooey, that look a bit like purple caramel of sorts. They only tingle your body gently, but don’t hurt or do any damage while dissolving clothes. Once they seep into your body they will start to gently soften you up, melting you slowly, like you are an ice cream on a hot sunny day.” Hastur was explaining, “After you will fully melt into a colorful mush you will be drained further down my system to get absorbed completely.” he patted his belly gently, “There will be fluffy villi to scoop the mush up and ingest, but you probably will sleep through this.”
You nodded, humming and looking around. That didn’t sound bad, and it did match with how you usually imagined that process… Thinking of it made you smile a bit as you looked into one of the eyes, “Would you like to…let me try this?”
“You want to be digested, my dear?”
“Y..yeah- I kinda do.” you nodded, “But after digesting- is there anything else you can do besides immediately reforming me?”
“Ah yes, of course. I can store you on the pudge your digested form will give me~” King purred, blushing softly, “We will be able to talk, you will feel my every touch, the brush of my silk, and you will be safe and cosy~”
That made you blush- It sounded so nice and perhaps even a bit intimate. Being a part of your beloved King? Even if just for some time? It’s an opportunity you shouldn’t miss! It scared you a bit though, “Will I be okay?”
“You will be. Just like I said before.” King rubbed his belly, patting it, “I will just reform you once you will feel like you had enough of fun.” he chuckled softly.
You hummed, scratching your shoulder shyly before exhaling, “I think I’m certain I want this… I want to become one with you, my King… Want us to be together…” you nuzzled his wall and kissed it.
Hastur smiled, humming softly as he settled down more comfortably both for you and him, “Then settle down nicely, my dear~ It will be warmer soon~” he hums, hearing his belly starting to growl more and a bit louder.
You pressed your hand against where his palm was, smiling before looking around. You spotted some slime starting to drip down from the walls, pooling underneath you lazily and bubbling a bit. You lowered your hand to it, scooping a bit up and feeling just a little bit tingly, but mostly ticklish. It was odd, but also fascinating. The walls around you started churning just a bit, rubbing some acids onto your body so they’d start working. Hastur did watch you still, making sure you were feeling fine, and you indeed were. You smiled as you spotted his eyes again, splashing a bit in the slime as it rose to your hips. You could feel them starting to dissolve your clothes, quite efficiently; your body felt warm, felt like it was getting massaged all over. Such a strange sensation, but god, you loved it~ Leaning down against a wall you started to relax, smiling contently as walls churned, helping the acids with softening you up to soon break your body down.
King was rubbing his belly actively, sloshing it gently and feeling over you. He muffled some burps, but a particularly big one managed to escape him, squeezing you a bit. He was very apologetic, but you just giggled and said it was all fine. No matter how many times he did this he always felt lovely at his core that people trust him like this and are willing to do this. As much as Hastur still didn’t understand why some people wanted this he was ready to give them such comfort, it didn’t take anything from him, it only gave him more affection. And chub- Thankfully his metabolism didn’t require him to work it all off for a long time, it eventually would go away.
At this point you were quite soft and mushy, like a creamy dish of sorts. The sensation was oddly pleasant, vibrations from Hastur’s purring were going through your whole melty body, the churning massaged you and cradled, making you soon start to nod off before you’d get drained further down. To the King it was for the best, it was your first time after all, no need to overwhelm you with all these new feelings. King watched his belly start to slowly shrink down, gurgling happily as it worked around his sweet prey. He blushed, purring louder and closing his eyes to fully dive into the blissful pleasure. Once it was all done his guts let out a final, loud growl, and he let a burp escape him. No shame in some indulgence. King felt your essence settling in within a pudge on his doughy belly, so he reached to put his hand on it and smile.
You gasped and woke up, feeling really weird and not yourself. You could squirm and move a bit, and as you did so you heard King chuckling.
“That tickles~” he hummed.
“Oh! Oh god- I-“ you stutter a bit, squirming more, “I’m- I’m actually a part of you-“ you squeak and make his belly blush, “Your body is so warm and cosy…”
“I told you it will be all fine and pleasant~” King purred, stroking his belly more, “You gave me quite some pudge~ My followers will love it~”
“Wait- You- Are you taking me to the palace?” you ask.
“Yes yes, I think like this it will be all safe.” Hastur nods, getting up carefully and stretching, which made his belly jiggle just a bit, “I will let you go as soon as you will tell me you want to.”
“Aww.. Thank you, my King~” you chuckle, snuggling up on his chub, feeling happy and relaxed, especially as robes brushed against you, “Do your followers give you belly rubs?”
“…Why yes- of course-“ he sounded a bit embarrassed.
“Does that mean all the rubs they will give you I will feel as well-?” you blush too, giggling, “I can’t wait to feel that!”
King blushed even more, making you feel a bit hot even. He wrapped himself up in his robes and made a portal to teleport back to his palace. It’s going to be a wonderful day, you were absolutely sure! Warm and safe, cosy place accompanied with soon to follow belly rubs from Hastur’s followers promised to be absolutely amazing~ You just need to not lose yourself too much in bliss, or you could probably stay here for weeks-
You guessed that one too quickly lmao @yuco-the-alien116
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Beholder unhinges his jaws when his prey is a bit too big. Or sometimes when his yawn is very heavy and lengthy. The teeth are not sharp enough to scratch, dw <3
