This was inspired by a very good post by @sir-tunabelly
Warnings: Fatal vore with digestion (not the focus, as part of the stuffing), a very brief mention of throwing up but nothing actually happening, just worrying about it.
Wordcount: 829
Ryou came home to the snap shut of the refrigerator and the hurried sliding of his boyfriend’s tail against the kitchen tiles as the naga rushed to his usual beanbag-and-blanket nest in their room. He set his grocery bags down on the counter and peered into his room, seeing Mariku huddled under the blankets.
“Miss me?” Ryou asked, and Mariku stifled a burp.
“It’s always so boring when you’re at class, you know that.” He finally pushed the blankets off, and Ryou blinked when he saw that his belly looked normal- fairly soft, but definitely not full.
That is, until he noticed that a good portion of the top of his tail was wider around than usual- if he’d been a human, his hips and thighs would have doubled in the time it took Ryou to go to class and come back.
He didn’t say anything, but he did smile. “I brought home a surprise.” He turned around and headed to the kitchen, hearing the little pellets in the beanbag shift as Mariku straightened to ‘stand’ up.
Ryou waited until he could feel Mariku’s hot breath on his neck before he started pulling things out of the bags.
“I went to the store because they were having a big sale, and got a double-chocolate cake, and two cooked hams. I also invited one of the girls from the fan club over because she tried to follow me home a few days ago anyways, and she can be the main course.” He gave a sly grin. “You do have room for that, don’t you?”
Ryou could hear the rumbling of Mariku’s lower stomach, clearly crammed with food, but he just got a confident grin.
“Of course. Who do you think I am?”
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The girl- Ryou had already forgotten her name, honestly- had gone down easy, but the cake was proving to be more of a challenge. Strange, you’d think it would be the opposite, but he’d been built for digesting big meaty meals, not necessarily something stuffed with sugar and rich cream.
“You still have a slice left.” Ryou said, wiping a bit of frosting off Mariku’s plump lips and licking it up himself.
“I can do it.” His cheeks were darkened with a flush, and he opened his mouth, even as his stomach groaned. She’d been fighting, but her struggles had died down about fifteen minutes ago, and when Ryou pressed down, she was starting to turn to soup.
Heavy soup, though, if the way Mariku kneaded at his gut was any indication.
“Why don’t you move some of it down? That helps, doesn’t it?” Ryou teased. “Unless you stuffed yourself when I was gone...”
“Okay, fine, I got hungry and raided the fridge, happy?” Mariku grumbled. “And now I feel like- URRP!- a pig.”
“Can’t blame that on me, I just wanted to give you a treat now. Open.” Ryou pressed the cake slice to his lips, and he obeyed, letting Ryou push the entire slice into his mouth. He chewed slowly, crumbs falling from his lips to his chest to litter his bloated belly, before swallowing. Ryou knelt down to pat at his stomach. “You feel awful full, but I bought more for you... I bet you can handle it.” He left his tone cautious, giving Mariku the opportunity to turn him down.
He only got another burp and a contemplative drumming on the skin next to him. “I could probably fit a little more, if you insist...”
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A ‘little’ more ended up being one of the hams, a burger, an order of fries, and a couple of grapes he’d missed from his earlier binge. His stomach was growling like a grizzly bear and gurgling like a science experiment, and Ryou rubbed wide, soothing circles as he groaned, sprawled out on his nest.
“Why did I let you talk me- urp!- into this?”
“I didn’t talk you into anything. I put food in front of you, and you ate it.” Ryou leaned forward to kiss a particularly tight spot, before moving his hands down to knead the sides of his overstuffed tail. “Wow, you really are full.”
“What, you didn’t believe me?” He groaned.
“No, I did, but I’ve never seen you stuff both stomachs before.” Ryou said. “You’re not going to be sick, are you?”
“I’m not going to throw up unless you insist on driving me in a car again.” He held a hand up to his mouth at just the memory, but his meal kept mercifully down.
“That’s good at least.” Ryou shifted to rest his ear against the naga’s belly, and was rewarded by a veritable orchestra of glorps and gurgly groans. After a few moments, a hand pressed against his other ear, pushing him further in against the warm skin, and he gave an appreciative hum.
“Does that feel good?”
“Mmm, it does...”
They laid there until they both drifted off to sleep with the noises of digestion a lullaby.