Voretober Day 3 - Stretchy
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First one featuring my OCs rather than pure fandom stuff, starring Cheshire and Brody! Got to it early here. This was an idea I already had before Voretober and had written like...one page for and then didn't get back to. So this was really just an excuse to quickly get something done with the concept! I'm happy with it, I have fun writing vorish "slice of life stuff" with my P.okemon OCs. Hammerspace is something I like in niche, specific ways and this was a great chance to show it off.
...Brody’s brows furrow as a familiar sensation washes over him. It breaks his concentration right as he was getting into a good groove for drawing. He stares at his tablet for a moment, hoping it’ll go away, but it doesn’t. With a defeated sigh, he sinks back into his chair and puts a hand over his face. Just gotta ride it out...
After a few moments of waiting, Brody’s bedroom door opens and the expected cause of the disruption enters. His chair creaks forward as something heavy presses against the back of it. “Hey, hey, Brody, I got somethin’ real neat to show ya.”
The A.bsol sighs deeply through his nose. Yep. It’s Cheshire. Brody has to take a few seconds to get himself prepared for whatever bullshit the G.engar is doing today before he spins his chair around to face him.
Cheshire’s stomach sloshes a bit and rests in Brody’s lap from how close he was standing. As usual, Cheshire is grinning wide, gooey tongue slurping from one edge of his mouth to the other. He’s peering down at Brody from under his orange beanie. “Check this out!” Not even waiting for some kind of response, Cheshire lifts up his black shirt, exposing his fuzzy gut which is framed by his red jacket.
Brody stares at the gurgling orb sitting in his lap. It sure is Cheshire’s stomach--the G.engar shows it off any chance he gets, so Brody is well acquainted with it. It sounds like it’s working hard on something but it looks too small for it to be an actual meal. “...Cheshire, I see your stomach every day. Also, knock before you enter my room.”
“Huh?” Cheshire looks down at his gut and frowns. He grabs it tight in both hands and gives it a few hard sloshes. “C’mon, ya big bastard! You were movin’ in there just fine five minutes ago!”
Brody rolls his eyes and is about to tell Cheshire to fuck off when the G.engar’s gut suddenly bulges out. A pair of large hands and an even larger face makes the purple fur stretch slightly, a muffled cry coming from deep inside. And then it sinks back in with a wet Blllrp~! with Cheshire’s gut smoothing over again.
Okay…that has Brody’s attention now. He raises his eyebrows as he looks up at Cheshire. “Was that a Wailord? What’d you do to the damn guy to make him fit like that?” There’s no way something that massive could fit in Cheshire’s stomach without constantly bulging it out, let alone not looking any bigger than it normally does.
Cheshire’s big grin is back in full force, stretching from ear to ear on his scruffy face. “Nothin’! That’s what I wanted to show ya! I got hooked up with that whole ‘hammerspace’ thing I was tellin’ ya about!”
It takes Brody a few seconds to scrounge up any recollection of that. “…oh, right, you showed me that video.” It’d been some demonstration put on by this other streamer Brody couldn't be bothered to remember the name of. Apparently, it’s some new tech-thingie that’s been developed by the Mindwave Corporation, a massive conglomerate focused on new advancements founded by a pair of brothers, a Mew and a Mewtwo. That’s all Brody really recalls. “How’d you get your hands on something like that?”
Cheshire shrugs, making a smug face that tells Brody he’s done something he shouldn’t. “Oh, y’know, just asked about it from that guy I showed you...”
Brody deadpans. “You ate the guy and stole it, didn’t you?”
“The details aren’t important!” Cheshire says, lazily waving a hand in the air. “What is important is that it works!” He pulls a small device with a couple of buttons on it from his jacket pocket. “Just had to swallow some little machine thing and use this remote to turn it on or off. I don’t really remember all the science-y mumbo-jumbo after that but you can see that my test run went great!” He pats his gut for emphasis, the Wailord’s hands making an imprint for a moment before sinking back in.
“Anyway, I wanted to really take this bad boy for a ride!” Cheshire pockets the remote again and tugs his shirt down over his belly. “Gotta see how much I can really pack in like this. Aaaand I could really use a cameraman to help record it all so I can post it.”
...of course, that’s what Cheshire actually wanted. Brody got roped into the G.engar’s antics more often than not, and he always hated it when he was being filmed for them. At least if he were behind the camera, that solves part of the issue. The thought of just telling Cheshire to make it someone else’s problem does cross his mind for a moment, but Brody knows telling him ‘no’ just makes him more annoying. Besides...he is at least somewhat curious about this whole thing...
Brody sighs through his nose and rubs his face. “...alright, grab your camera and whatever else and let’s do this.”
Cheshire grins wide and cackles. “I knew you couldn’t resist! This’ll be great!” He finally hefts his gut off of Brody and floats out of the room, giving the A.bsol a moment to save his work and get ready to leave.
Hopefully, this is just a quick thing...but Brody gets the feeling it won’t be.
...
GLLLP! GLLLLRP! SHLLLLRP! ULLL-GLRK!
Brody watches through the camera as Cheshire takes wet, heaving gulps of his current meal. The S.laking’s legs kick around until Cheshire’s thick tongue curls around them to help drag him deeper. He’s gone relatively quickly, dragged down Cheshire’s gullet, which he shows off for the camera as usual.
“BWWWWWWAAAAARRRRRRPPP!!! Haaaa~”
Brody winces as he gets blasted by another of Cheshire’s foul belches. It’s a good thing he’s more than used to the stink of his friend...still makes him want to kick his ass, though. Brody grumbles and wipes some of the drool off the camera lens. “You don’t need to make a show of every guy you eat. You’re probably going to edit most of these out into a montage anyway.”
“Hey, I need to make sure I get the best shots I can!” Cheshire slurps over his teeth with his tongue, another soft burp escaping him soon after. He pats his gut with both hands, groaning with satisfaction. “By the way, how many was that now? I lost count.”
“And what, you think I haven’t?” Brody gripes. He takes a few steps back so he can get Cheshire’s full figure in the shot. “We must have hit a hundred by now...something like that.” Not an unusual number for Cheshire to hit when he’s going on one of his bigger binges...but it’s a very extreme ‘hundred’.
In order to really put the hammerspace device to the test, Cheshire has been purposefully picking the largest meals he could find to swallow up. The two have been wandering around the city, picking on anyone who was on the heavier side. Plenty of random people have been swept off the street and into Cheshire’s gullet. There was also that gym he tore through...and the nearby buffet place...and they’ve made a stop at just about any business that Cheshire spotted even one potential meal in. It’s led them to a local park where the last few meals were found. The G.engar is normally exceptional at eating large amounts of food in small amounts of time, but being so selective has made the ordeal take all afternoon. It’s a lot of footage at least.
But it’s not for nothing. Cheshire’s been putting the device to work. His stomach has swelled out several inches by now, enough to make his shirt ride up to about his navel and show off his fuzzy underbelly. And the damn thing is noisy. Wet gurgles and groans and churn come out of it, loud and rumbling, like a hard working machine. The sounds don’t quite match the size of his gut, but that’s to be expected.
“Hwwwwrrrpp..!” Cheshire stifles a belch into his fist, his cheeks swelling slightly from it. He pats the side of his belly a few times, making the whole thing sway in the air. It rumbles loudly and shakes, and then it’s suddenly stretching out as a roaring C.harizard suddenly presses forward. Fiery rage is written all over his expression, even through the bulge he’s making, as he desperately claws at the stomach walls around him. Cheshire grunts and flexes his stomach, making the bulge just as suddenly sink back in with another deep Glrrrrrgl~ sounding out.
Cheshire sighs softly once his guts settle again and he grins casually. “We’ll just call it a hundred for now. Sounds like a good, round number to me. Makes for a good premise. Something like...’Eating One Hundred of the Biggest Guys I Can Find Using Hammerspace Technology!’” Cheshire gestures with his hands as he speaks and Brody can’t help but roll his eyes. He’s so glad he didn’t get sucked into ‘video content creator’ as his artistic outlet. Though, he thinks calling what Cheshire does ‘artistic’ is generous...
“Does that mean we’re done?” Brody asks. “Because my feet are killing me. I can’t float everywhere.”
Cheshire scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Arceus, you’re such a baby. Yeah, yeah, we’re done walking around. We can take a break. Just get the camera set up for some digestion shots.”
Brody grumbles slightly but does as he was asked. He sets up the camera on its tripod, which he’d been carrying in a bag slung over his shoulder. Cheshire gets comfortable on a bench and it creaks loudly under his weight. Brody looks up from the camera when he hears it. “...how heavy are you, anyway? Does that hammerspice thing do anything about that?”
Cheshire’s grin widens slightly. He pats the top of his gut a few times. It bulges out again for a moment, stretching over the shape of a bulky M.amoswine’s upper body. His raging curses could be heard well through the flesh. Cheshire’s gut showed off most of his upper body, from his broad shoulders and strong arms to his thick pecs and thicker gut. There’s a few moments where he seems to be able to hold that position before the tension snaps back, and he’s quickly shoved down into the depths of the G.engar’s belly with a loud but quickly fading roar.
“BWWWWWUUUUUUUURRRRRRRPPPPPP!!!!!” Another massive belch rips out of Cheshire, stinking of meat and musk. The G.engar just smacks his lips after and lets his grin return. “...why don’t you come here and find out for yourself, huh~?”
Brody frowns, not really wanting to get caught on camera because he knows Cheshire will put it in whatever stupid video he’s going to turn this into. He stares at the G.engar’s gut for a few long moments, watching as two A.rcanine push out at once, a pair of hands and a face bulging out the bottom and the top of Cheshire’s gut. With a clench and a couple of muffled yelps, they’re smooshed back down into place. Curiosity wins out and Brody sighs as he walks over.
The A.bsol starts by feeling over Cheshire’s gut, just letting his hands wander along the fuzzy dome of a surface. He even kneads into it a few times, which elicit some purring from Cheshire...as well as a few lazy belches. Nothing about Cheshire’s stomach feels different than usual. It’s a giant dome of soft, squishy fat that he can sink his hands in. The only thing strange is that he can feel how hard the stomach is working, the vibrations of it running up his arms. Finally, Brody slides his hands down and cups the underside of Cheshire’s gut so he can heft it up.
“Urk..!” Brody winces as he ends up straining himself from it. He’s able to make the whole thing slosh just slightly, but it feels like he just tried to lift a boulder or something! Brody tries again, this time putting more effort into it and widening his stance. He’s able to slightly lift up Cheshire’s gut, and he swears he can feel the weight shifting around as everything moves inside. Then his arms shake and he’s forced to drop it, letting it slosh back into place in Cheshire’s lap. Cheshire tips his head back as he lets a bubbling “UUUUUWWWWwwwrrrrrpppph!” roll out of him but that’s all the commotion was able to cause.
“Damn thing is heavy,” Brody huffs, rolling his shoulders a bit. “Guess it doesn’t get rid of the weight...just condenses it.”
“Pretty cool, ain’t it?” Cheshire asks. “If I dropped this thing on some guy’s back, I bet I’d turn him into a pancake! Or maybe just a red smear on the ground! Gyahahaha, that sounds awesome, maybe I’ll try it out!” Cheshire laughs to himself, grinning wide and smacking his stomach a few times. It seems like every time he does that, it disrupts someone in there. This time, it’s a P.angoro that stretches the flesh taut, clearly trying to pummel the walls with his fists. Cheshire responds by shoving down on his face hard, forcing him back into place with another greasy “BWWWWEEEEEEELLLCH!” coming free.
Brody winces just imagining being pinned under something this heavy. But it...ends up giving him something else to be curious over. He stoops down so he’s level with the G.engar’s stomach and puts the side of his head to it, listening in closely. All those deep, rumbling churns and gurgles are clear as day, echoing in his head...but like this, he can hear everything else going on in there as well.
Muffled voices overlap each other, sounding muffled and far away, but still loud. It’s like being in the middle of a noisy concert but listening to it through thick insulation. He can hear other noises as well--squelching and crunching and popping and plenty of screams that manage to pierce through the overlapping chatter. People are being digested in there, the hammerspace clearly not doing anything to actually dampen the effects of Cheshire’s guts. Brody is almost curious about what it actually looks like in there, but he knows even daring to voice that thought will make Cheshire do something really stupid at his expense. He’s not that curious.
Brody can also hear Cheshire purring deeply, making his stomach rumble against the A.bsol. Brody rolls his eyes slightly but keeps himself pressed against the bottom of Cheshire’s gut, listening to its messy work while kneading his hands into the soft flesh. It’s hardly an unfamiliar position for either of them, though. Brody gets a bit distracted by the whole thing until a loud roar suddenly cuts through all the muffled noises.
A bulge shoves out from Cheshire’s stomach, making it stretch tightly. It smacks hard into Brody, making him tumble away and land on his back with a groan. In front of him, the distinct bulges of a L.ugia are stretching out Cheshire’s gut. The L.ugia looks pissed off, his expression clear as he continues to roar his frustrations out. His large hands push out desperately. His thick tail can be seen also trying to push outward from behind, and his pecs and gut are being shown off. Cheshire’s eyes widen and he lets loose another massive belch.
“HHHHUUUWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!”
It smogs up the air as he lets it loose, his hard working guts already making for a very unpleasant stench. It also forces the bulge of the L.ugia back down. Its roaring quickly fades as it sinks in, and Cheshire’s gut rumbles loudly as it rounds out again. The belch trails off and he huffs deeply, rubbing along his gut slowly. “Guh...that was intense...”
“...yeah...” Brody grumbles as he sits up and rubs his head. He gets back to his feet with a huff and dusts himself off. “Alright, I’m going to get my own lunch and going home.”
“Aaaw, really?” Cheshire fake pouts. “But who’s gonna carry the camera back?”
Brody glares at Cheshire for a moment before wordlessly turning and walking away. Cheshire just snickers to himself and unclips his lapel mic to move it to the hem of his shirt so it’ll catch all the digestive noises. Then he relaxes while his guts work hard on all the meat inside.
From the outside, there wasn’t much of a notable change as Cheshire’s guts worked hard on so many P.okemon. Other than how loud it all was, and the occasional bulge that shoved its way to the surface, there was no telling how things were going inside of the G.engar’s gut. But it was chugging along, mulching down all of the people he’d eaten today like it would under any other circumstance. Some people would come by and make sure to steer clear of him, just because of the noises from his guts and the belches he’d blast out. At least one guy got to see a desperate P.okemon bulge out Cheshire’s gut for a moment, making the passerby scream and run off quickly.
What did eventually show that Cheshire’s stomach was doing its job is that he got fatter over time. His belly swelled out a bit more, his jeans visibly strained as they grew tighter on his ass and thighs, his face even seemed to get a bit rounder. He was already a rather fat G.engar, but sometimes these big binges could leave their mark. Cheshire noticed his own growth and grinned, groping his stomach a few times as it burbled wetly. “Heh, guess you guys really wanted to be seen, huh? Well, don’t worry, everyone’s gonna be seeing you soon!” He gives it a smack, and his stomach sloshes thickly as it wobbles back and forth. Not even the mic was picking up many screams or roars at this point. There was a deep groaning sound, though, paired with a pressure building deep inside of Cheshire.
With some effort, Cheshire pulls his pants down to let his fattened ass free. He uses his tongue to move the camera for a better angle and sits down on the top of the bench so his ass was sticking out behind it. His guts rumble ominous and he rubs over them slowly as he feels a sinking pressure getting closer to the exit.
FBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTCH!!!
A rancid fart trumpets out of Cheshire, making him wince slightly from it. The smell is noxious, as expected from a Poison type. But his gas is nothing compared to the raw stench of sewage he unleashes when soft shit begins to rush out of him.
The flow of crap is rapid, thick logs spooling out of him with sloppy, sputtering noises. It heaps up on the grass behind the bench and begins to pile up faster. Bones and clothes and other such indigestibles can be seen all throughout the dark brown waste. And there’s a lot of it. With around a hundred prey having flushed through Cheshire’s system, the flow just keeps going and going without any signs of slowing down.
If anyone would have doubted the legitimacy of Cheshire’s footage, the show he makes of the disposal would dampen that doubt. The pile he’s made very soon becomes bigger than himself, and he still grunts and pushes as he forces all of the vile mess out of him. It’s clearly too much for a gut of his size, as impressive as it was, to ever hold...and still it keeps piling up, growing wider and taller as he adds more and more carelessly ended lives to it.
In the end, Cheshire is left disposing of prey for nearly half an hour. When the last of the crap finally sputters out of him, he sighs deeply in relief and stands up straight. He admires his own shit heap with a big grin while he casually pisses onto it, flushing out all the liquid waste his prey had given him.
The pile he’s left is massive. It has covered a very large section of the park, far taller and wider than he is. It would take hours and some heavy duty machinery for someone to dispose of the manure, and the smell it’s wafting in the air is enough to make even Cheshire’s face pinch. But he still grins wide, proud of his own work as he ever is.
Once he’s done emptying his bladder, he casually discards his pants with the intention of getting some new ones later. He’s no stranger to streaking. He turns off his camera and gets everything put away so he can start floating home. The entire time he’s thinking of more ideas he can use this for--pranks, video concepts, or even trying to really push this hammerspace thing to its limits. He’s drooling at all of the juicy concepts he can milk from this...and all of the food he’s going to get out of it, too.
Cheshire pats his stomach a few times as he floats out of the park, chuckling to himself. This is gonna be great~