Swallowing Worries
This happened right before season four, with Jonathan over studying for the final exams and Argyle trying to figure out how to stop him from studying.
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Jonathan was studying his notes, stressing about the exams since it is in two days. He has been studying for weeks nonstop tho.
“Dude, you have been studying all week, I am sure you will do great!” Argyle said.
“I have to make sure I do go tho! I have to get accepted to the college Nancy is going to!” He responded, knowing it was a white lie.
Argyle watched him study, watching him tense about it.
Argyle hug him from behind and tried to take the study guide but Jonathan just looked at him and frowned.
“Sorry!” The black hair boy exclaimed.
He thought long and hard thinking of ways to make him stop studying. Then he heard his stomach grumble and figured it out.
“You sound hungry, want to order pizza?” Jonathan mumbles, not taking his eyes off the guide.
Argyle didn’t answer and just grabbed his hand.
“Argy- what are you doing?” He said as Argyle put his hand in his mouth.
Argyle started to lick it, covering it in saliva. The shorter male looked back, trying to pull his hand out but Argyle bit down on his hand, hard enough to keep it in place that wouldn’t hurt him. Argyle suddenly gulped down the shorter boy’s hand.
Jonny boy immediately tried to pull it out, but Argyle kept swallowing.
“What are you doi- MFP!” interrupted by Argyle shoving him into his maw.
“ARGYLE WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Jonathan screamed, dropping the paper with his free hand.
Argyle just licked his face until he gulped down his head.
Jonathan didn’t know what was going on and was paranoid. He didn’t know if this was safe or dangerous. He just kept struggling against him, as he felt his hand enter his stomach.
Argyle lifted his head letting gravity help him in swallowing Jonathan down quicker. He touched his neck, feeling the rest of Jonathan falling into his stomach. He could feel Jonathan struggling in him and placed his head on his swollen stomach. He felt so full.
“LET ME OUT THIS ISN’T FUNNY!”
“No,”
“Why not!?”
“You need a break from studying, so get comfy. You’re going to be in there awhile,” Argyle said, lighting a joint.
Jonathan stopped kicking, and sat there, paranoid. Then he tried to get comfortable, but couldn’t. He could just feel the walls moving around him and the sounds of Argyle’s organs.
He smoked it for a while until he was high. Jonathan could smell the weed and started kicking.
“Don’t do drugs while I am in here AT LEAST!”
“Sorry dude,” he said, putting it out.
He could feel Jonathan squirming trying to get comfortable and he just giggled at the feeling.
Jonathan finally got comfortable after ten minutes, trying to relax in the stomach of his friend and/or crush. But immediately got tense as he felt a squeeze, and he began to squirm again.
Argyle hugged his stomach, feeling his snack squirming again.
Jonathan got comfortable again, barely able to move but not caring at this point. He snuggled close.
“You taste like chicken tenders and weed, dude,”
“Wh-”
“Like the good chicken tenders from restaurants,”
“Ok?” he said, listening to Argyle’s heartbeat as he ranted.
Jonathan pressed his stomach feeling the weird texture of it, which was surprisingly comfortable.
Argyle could see the outline of the hand and giggled a bit, liking the feeling of it there.
Jonathan brought his hand back, hugging himself, as the walls squeezed him. He snuggled ever closer to the warmth, eventually falling asleep.
Argyle just snuggled the bump that his friend made in him, as he fell asleep too.
(I kinda wish there was more vore stories of these two)