An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: OFF (Game)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Zacharie (OFF), The Batter (OFF), Bad Batter (OFF)
Additional Tags: Vore Day, Happy Vore Day 2025, Vore, Soft Vore, Oral Vore, Unwilling, Fearplay, Transformation, Bad Batter - Freeform, why is Bad Batter still not a canon character tag?, also yes I know I'm a month late for the holiday, but better late than never, (Zacharie will be fine dw)
Summary:
Another day in Bismark, selling his wares in the abandoned mall, as the Batter ran around the Zone, fulfilling his mission.
That was, until heavy footsteps heralded the presence of something big, and Zacharie's peaceful work day was interrupted.
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A month late, but my (very belated) Vore Day fanfic is finally complete!
Here's the most legible chunk of text from an old fanfic I tried to write for Vore Day 2021. I ended up growing increasingly more dissatisfied with it as I wrote it, so it never got finished.
EDIT: Rewrote this concept and posted the finished piece for 2025
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When Batter woke up, the first thing he realized was that he didn’t remember falling asleep. The second, was that he didn’t feel the tug of his puppeteer’s guiding hand, nor felt their gaze on the back of his neck. And third, he felt stuffed.
Letting out a long exhale, the Batter sat up, or well, tried to. It was more of a struggle than usual, feeling heavier. As he propped himself upright, he felt something shift inside of him, and finally looked down at himself.
His gut was overstuffed and outstretched, his shirt unable to contain it as it poked out from beneath it.
Well, that had explained the increased weight and lack of hunger. Perhaps he'd fallen into a food coma and passed out.
Curious, he poked at his engorged belly, to find that there was something solid inside of him. It shifted and squirmed as he prodded at it, before a familiar yet muffled voice emanated from inside of him.
“Heureux de vous voir enfin réveillée.”
Batter stopped and stared, confused. That couldn’t be right.
“What.”
“Mon ami, you don’t remember, do you?”
Batter stared at his gut, processing not only what he was seeing, but feeling and hearing too. He pressed a hand firmly into his midsection, just to make sure. There was definitely some sort of humanoid shape inside him, which shifted in response to his prodding. It didn’t make sense, and yet was the only possible explanation.
“Oh.”
He'd devoured Zacharie, whole, and was somehow also unbothered by the whole ordeal, at least physically. He felt cumbersome at the moment, like trying to fight with the merchant inside him would slow him down.
“Get out.”
“I’m afraid that’s not up to me, Monsieur Batter.”
