A continuation of this post because I don't have a life
- Remus's insides didn't used to glow, but the first time he ate Virgil the darkness of it all seriously freaked him out. Not wanting to give up his snack, but also not wanting Virgil to be panicking the whole time, he changed it so that his whole digestive tract was glowing. After that, he never really changed it back.
- Unsurprisingly, Remus started the whole thing, and was the first person to ever eat the others. Well, all of them but Logan anyway. The first person to eat Logan was Janus, because Logan requested to science his guts and figure out exactly how snakelike he is.
- The first person to eat Remus was Roman, and it was solely out of spite for Remus eating him and messing up a perfectly good hair day.
- Remus and Virgil both have claustrophobia. The less Virgil trusts the pred, the more uncomfortable he is. Remus, however, can be completely fine with it somedays and have a breakdown other days. The others have taken to asking beforehand.
- If someone is being particularly annoying, Janus eats them. No holds barred.
- Virgil is a very scrawny boy, and when any of the others are a tiny size they're comfortable with, they always make a decently noticable bump. He's very embarrassed about it, and absolutely hides in his hoodie to avoid getting any questions or looks.
This one's shorter but hey, it's been a while since I posted so yeet
Roman gets to have his turn as pred without annoying brothers messing it up for him.
Mostly.
Contains: Safe vore, soft vore, oral vore, gt, foodplay, romantic themes, Remus is a bastard sometimes, Patton in a dress
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'Black Void' restaurant was back in business with another fancy diner visiting; this time the suave predator was a prince, enamored by the theatrics of it all.
But like most theaters, while the stage (the dining room in this analogy) was calm, the backstage (Kitchen) was controlled chaos. Even though Remus was not involved with the meal, he was still in the kitchen, trying to 'help' the other sides get ready. Despite the constant teasing of his twin, Remus wanted the date to go well.
Mostly.
Though most of Remus' "help" mostly was just trying to convince the other sides to strip. Just a bit. For Roman.
No other reason.
"Maybe you can roll up those sleeves a bit, hm?" Remus was mostly working on Deceit. "Expose your arms? You have a wonderful taste, use it."
Deceit slowly tugged the sleeves of his yellow button down up. He cuffed it to the elbow just to make Remus be quiet. Remus unbuttoned the top button on his shirt before finally leaving him alone.
Patton, who had his course prepared and waiting in the fridge, he just needed to get settled in it, came in wearing a cute sky blue sundress. "Do I look good?" He swished the skirt a little.
"Honey, you look like a thousand dollar treat." Remus purred.
The moral side blushed at the compliment and went to go help someone else with their part of the meal.
Remus honed in on Logan, who was crunching numbers and possibilities in a book. He was absently chewing on a pen as he made notes, his suit making him the side wearing the most clothes at the moment.
"Do you really need the jacket?" Remus teasingly pulled it down.
"It was part of the outfit." Logan pulled it back up.
"But you look so good in the vest, and all that cloth is going to be a pain to get down. Think of poor Roman. Besides your dish is the messiest."
Logan glanced around.
Virgil's deep purple button up was slightly unbuttoned from the top, and he was checking his bangs. His tie was forgotten. Deceit had forgone most of his suit, top button undone, sleeves rolled up, and had he polished his scales? Patton's dress had just shoulder straps, not sleeves, and the skirt stopped mid calf and was flowy. Nobody else was wearing shoes. Patton was barefoot, showing his painted toes.
Logan slowly removed his jacket and shoes. Remus went to undo his tie, but Logan stopped that. "Leave the tie."
Remus shrugged and left it, glancing over Logan. Black button down, deep blue tie, dark grey vest. He looked good.
"May I just tastefully muss your hair?"
"You may."
He made Logan's hair not seem so flat, and then he grinned widely. It was the most clothes he could get them to remove, so his work here was done.
"You all look delicious, but I'm going to take advantage of the empty house. Snoop around people's drawer of secrets, eat the fridge, I'm enjoying tonight. Bye y'all."
A few mumbled goodbyes.
Everything was ready. The courses were set out, and the sides prepared themselves for a night in Roman's belly.
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Roman was a little excited as he went into the restaurant, being seated at a table by a nameless waiter. He wanted tonight to go well.
It wasn't often he was able to fill his belly with his friends without something getting in the way. This night was different. Thomas called it early tonight, and Remus had been persuaded with a few meals in to-go boxes to buzz off and not annoy anyone for at least tonight. Perfect for the sides to get time to themselves.
Roman entertained the dinner plan for a few long minutes before ordering a drink and waiting for the first course.
To his eternal surprise, Virgil was the first out of the kitchen. Virgil looked up at Roman in his white and red suit shyly, atop a bed of roasted asparagus.
"Well, don't you look delicious?" Roman teasingly poked Virgil in the chest. "Brave little morsel to be the first one out of the kitchen."
"Might as well get it over with, right?" Virgil rubbed the back of his neck, then scooted back when Roman started to eat. He couldn't stop staring at Roman and sighing lovingly. He really was the handsome one, even though all of them had the same face.
"Virgil?"
"Hm?" He blinked softly.
"Do I have something on my face, or are you just captivated by my lovely features?"
Virgil softly smiled and looked away. "It's definitely that well done makeup."
Roman chuckled and gently picked Virgil up under his arms with his fingers. "Ready to go down, you delicious little tease?"
"Yeah." He took a deep breath, red in the face, and then, as Roman was easing him feet first in, planted a kiss on his cheek.
The look on his face was priceless for the second before Virgil was shoved in and swallowed.
Settled in Roman's stomach, Virgil was still laughing quietly to himself. Roman had finally been flustered by the anxious side, and Virgil was surprisingly enjoying it.
"That was not fair." Roman placed a hand on his stomach and slightly pushed in to.locate Virgil tucked inside. "And you know it."
"Yes, but that was the funniest thing I have ever seen." Virgil gently patted the wall next to him as he settled, turning his shirt into his comfy hoodie and snuggling deep into it.
Roman managed to compose himself as the appetizer was taken away and replaced with Deceit in his salad course.
It was a nice salad, spring greens, bit of romaine lettuce, craisins, and a few slices of mandarin oranges with a honey based dressing.
"You look ravishing." Roman did notice the lack of layers, and smiled softly. "Do my eyes deceive me or are you not wearing a thousand layers?"
"Yes, I figured I can still look good while a little dressed down." He stretched a leg out as he leaned against the edge of the bowl.
Roman carefully nudged Deceit's leg away as he started to eat. He'd been ignored within his salad when Deceit had his turn to eat him, so he felt like he should return the favor.
He'd eaten around Deceit until he just scooped the deceptive side up on his fork. "You do look lovely." Roman smiled softly at the miniature side. "Absolutely scrumptious."
"You flatter me, Roman." He crossed his legs at the ankles. "Now, please, indulge me."
Roman opened his mouth and carefully placed Deceit inside. He allowed the shrunken side to settle against his tongue for a moment before taking great care to clean him off, pressing his little body against his palate and licking. Deceit laid still for several moments before starting to protest the intrusion of his personal space.
"Roman." He softly whined, and Roman could just perfectly picture Deceit's pouting little face pressed against his tongue. "Enough."
With a soft sigh, Roman tilted his head back and swallowed deeply. His fingers elegantly traced Deceit's descent into his chest and finally into his stomach, coming to rest on his middle.
Virgil squirmed slightly, and the pair rearranged themselves to prepare for the occupancy to double.
"No hiss fighting in there, you two." Roman gently pressed his palm into his stomach. "Behave."
Both just snuggled deeper against a wall.
The waiter saw him finish and took the bowl away with a flourish. Within moments, his main course was set before him. A simple, but elegant pasta plate; linguini pasta and a lovely looking marinara with just a dusting of parmesan and in the middle sat Logan, waist deep in food.
"Salutations." Logan looked up, and Roman could definitely see the embarrassed flush across his cheeks.
"Evening." Roman teasingly twirled his fork between his fingers. "Why so flushed, specs?"
"I seem to have made a slight error in calculating how messy this would be for me." Logan shifted slightly. "I... Regret perhaps not shedding a few more layers."
Roman smirked softly before setting the fork down and gently lifting Logan out of the dish by pinching his fingers under his arms. "Oh my." He couldn't help the chuckle at the sight of the thick red sauce all across the logical side's pants. "You certainly do look a mess, Logan. Perhaps I should help." The last part came out as a teasing purr.
"I wouldn't mind that." Logan blushed a little at the sight of Roman licking his lips. Honestly, he just looked so nice, it was almost a tragedy. His blush intensified as Roman's lips parted and easily took his legs inside.
Logan squirmed slightly as Roman licked at his legs, his torso supported by Roman's fingers. He was extremely flustered by the proximity to Roman's mouth, but the mostly logical side would make do.
Maybe it was a slight breach in etiquette to go straight for the "best bite" of the course, but it's not like any of them had actually made that a rule. There was no proper way to do this, they were ingesting each other after all. Thomas wasn't even aware that this was going on.
An undignified squeak left Logan as he was pulled much deeper into Roman's mouth, the large side taking his fingers away now that Logan was in up to his mid chest. He could feel Roman's tongue under his hips.
After a few long moments of Roman softly licking at Logan's miniature body, he has the back of his clothes pinched between two large fingers and slowly pulled out of Roman's mouth. The larger side had an easy smile on his mouth while he inspected Logan. "There we go, clean."
Logan held the disagreement back about how being damp with saliva was not clean, and he was softly placed down on the edge of the plate, well away from the mound of pasta.
"Thank you, Roman." He adjusted his tie while Roman dug into his food.
There was idle chatter exchanged between the two while Roman ate. Mostly Logan talking about pasta and the historical contexts in which it became popular among other facts he'd found when planning his portion of the meal while Roman ate.
In the middle of explaining his Wikipedia deep dive, Roman gently picked Logan up on his fork. "Very interesting, Logan, but I'm quite looking forward to you inside my belly."
"Of course, that was the purpose of this meal." He blushed softly and looked away as Roman elegantly placed him in his mouth. This time he was much less teasing as he tasted of Logan, slickening him up for the journey down his throat.
Roman eagerly traced Logan's body heading down his throat, sighing softly as he felt his slight weight join the rest of his meal in his stomach. There was a little squirming in his stomach while the three sides got settled in his belly. "You all feel wonderful in there."
A positive squirm against his fingertips and Roman took a long sip of his drink while the empty plate was whisked away. Now that he knew for sure who was going to be in his dessert, he was a little more excited.
Sure enough there was Patton, wearing an absolutely adorable baby blue dress, sitting atop a generous square of tiramisu. A bit of the cocoa powder that topped the rich dessert was staining the bottom of the dress, but neither seemed to care as Roman started to eat.
"This is wonderful Patton. I love it." Roman had to remind himself to not talk with his mouth full.
"Thank you." Patton beamed. "Logan helped me pick out what to make."
"Thank you, Logan." Roman softly patted his firm stomach before taking another bite. "And might I add you look absolutely adorable tonight, Patty cake?"
Patton blushed and looked away. "You look nice too." Roman noticed a little blue flower in Patton's hair and he had to restrain himself from cooing at the miniature side.
It wasn't long before Patton was scooped up with a bite of the decadent dessert and placed in Roman's mouth. Roman had to take great care to pin Patton to the roof of his mouth and swallow the dessert around the miniature side. He wanted to enjoy Patton's squirming.
Patton, never one to disappoint, did almost immediately start to get comfortable once it was just him laying in Roman's mouth. Roman was very careful to not accidentally bite one of Patton's delicate limbs as he settled down, but he didn't hesitate to softly lick at Patton, trying to get all that wonderful flavor.
Eventually Roman tilted his head back slightly and swallowed deeply. Patton vanished into his throat with a soft gulping noise and Roman massaged his throat until Patton landed in his belly.
"Mmmm." Roman exhaled softly through his nose. "You tasted wonderful, Patton."
A soft giggle could be heard in Roman's stomach, and the Prince couldn't stop smiling as he polished off his dessert. It just felt so nice to have his stomach full of his friends.
Once his dessert was gone, Roman took his leave for a leisurely stroll through his portion of the imagination to let everything settle in his stomach. He had the rest of the night to enjoy having most of the other sides safely tucked away inside his belly.
Bonus:
Roman lay sprawled out across a fainting couch, trying to muster up the energy to conjure a new set of clothes to sleep in, but that required moving. Moving meant that he'd have to disturb the four sides safely tucked inside of his admittedly quite full stomach. Moving also meant he'd have to sit up and then he wouldn't have this wonderful weight resting against his spine in such a delicious fashion.
The second he moved a single leg off the couch was the same second a very heavy weight dropped on him. He grunted and opened one eye to peer down at his twin brother snuggling his exposed stomach.
"How'd it go?" Remus grinned up at Roman, the side of his face smooshed into Roman's belly.
"Wonderful, shut up." Roman put an arm over his eyes. "Just let me enjoy this."
"Fine, I won't talk to you." Remus shrugged and nuzzled into Roman's middle. "So soft, maybe he's been having a few too many of Patton's cookies."
Roman groaned into his sleeve. "Remus, I was about to go to bed."
"Excuse you, I'm not talking to you." Remus scoffed before continuing to lay on Roman's belly.
Roman just shrugged and allowed Remus to stay. It wasn't terrible, having Remus' weight on his stomach. He could stay, for now.
- Deceit eats people to silence them instead of making them cover their mouths. In that same vein, if you eat Deceit you can only lie.
- If Virgil gets some serious flight vibes, he'll find the nearest person he trusts and ask to be eaten so he can get the heck out of there.
- Remus stress eats. Specifically, he stress eats the others.
- Patton does too, but he's a lot more polite about it. In other words, he actually asks and doesn't try to gnaw on the Side he's eating.
- If Remus gets an unusually upsetting intrusive thought about one of the others, he'll hunt them down and eat them so he knows they're safe.
- Virgil's not a huge fan of eating the others, he's terrified of something happening to them and it being his fault, but if someone's uncomfortable in a situation and they ask, he'll gladly do it for them.
- Remus really likes the way the others taste. ...A lot. He'll randomly come up and lick them, to the point where some of them aren't surprised anymore. Sometimes that's all it is, other times not so much.
- Logan, shockingly enough, actually very much enjoys fearplay. When he's the prey it doesn't really affect him, but when he's the pred expect lots of subtle threats and sudden grabbing. He's always careful to make sure the other knows this beforehand, however, and he's very aware of when he needs to dial it back.
- Deceit is cold-blooded, and while he would never admit it, nothing helps more when he's cold than being curled up in a nice warm tum. Eating others can also help with this, and he much prefers that. He likes the control. And he's protective af but shhh-
- Patton is the god of after care. He's always very very gentle getting them out, and has a way to get them clean on hand, and lots of blankets because it's always colder outside, and he's just very good.
- Remus is a squirmy jerk. He'll push all his limbs into the walls, wiggle the whole way down, and just generally cause a ruckus until he eventually tires himself out and settles down.
- Deceit personally loves this. He enjoys the squirming, and once Remus tuckers himself out, it means he actually gets a few moments of calm.
- Roman loves "saving" the other Sides from perfectly normal situations and tucking them away all safe and sound. Mostly he does this because he's lonely.
Yeah, that's all I've got for now
If this turns out to be something y'all like then I'll probably end up making more
Logan was intending to get a light breakfast before he put himself into the all day work session that Thomas needed to go through to make deadlines. He was making toast and letting a pot of coffee brew.
Though, it seems that the other sides decided that Logan wasn't going to get the calm breakfast he wanted. Roman was bugging him gently, and Virgil was slumped over, half dead at the table.
"C'mon, Logan, your stomach is nearly perfect for me to catch some beauty sleep. You won't even notice me in there."
"I disagree, it's very hard to ignore a squirming, living being in my core." Logan pulled a jar of Crofter's out the fridge. "And given your personality, I find it improbable that you would be able to behave yourself in my stomach while I need to concentrate."
"But Logaaaan." He whined softly. "What if I promise I'll do nothing but sleep in your belly? I won't talk, I won't move around much. Just napping with your breakfast."
Logan tried to muster up a glare, but he relented to the puppy eyes. Logan did not like that those other than Patton could muster them up just as good as the moral side. "So long as you don't attempt to distract me, and I get to choose how to ingest you."
"Promise!" Roman saluted slightly, eyes drifting to Logan's stomach. "So, how am I going down?"
"You will have to wait for that, change into something less scratchy, please." Logan managed to snag the toast the minute it popped out of the toaster. He took the toast on a plate, a knife, and the jam to the table.
Virgil still lay limp at his place.
"Virgil, would you like a mug of coffee?" Logan set his breakfast at his place. "Perhaps a muffin or a piece of toast?"
He merely grunted.
"I'm going to perceive that as a yes, given your regular morning routine." Logan adjusted his glasses and returned to the kitchen to retrieve two mugs. Roman was nowhere to be seen, and it slightly unsettled him, but he pushed the feeling down as he fixed two mugs of coffee and returned to the dining room.
The anxious side was more sitting up, but he looked like he needed to take a long rest.
"Here's your coffee."
"Thanks." He croaked and picked up the mug in both hands. "I didn' get much sleep last night."
Logan grunted softly and sat down at his place, finally spotting Roman. He was in his Christmas sweater and sweatpants, shrunk to about three inches in height, and balanced on the rim of the jam jar. When Logan sat down, Roman sheepishly looked up and chuckled. "Hey there, Specs. I got a little peckish while waiting."
"Hmn." Logan dug the butter knife into the jar and started to spread the jam on his toast.
"Oh come on, I love Crofter's too, you know."
"I was aware." Logan took a bite of one of his pieces of toast.
Roman slowly hopped down from the jam jar and wandered over towards his plate. "So, you decided how I'm going in your tummy?" He sat on the edge of the plate, not caring he had to look directly up to see Logan's face.
Logan swallowed his bite of jam covered toast and then picked Roman up by the back of his sweater and deposited him on top of the other piece. "Arrange yourself."
With a shrug, Roman did so, lying on his back and sprawling his limbs out. He knew Logan was always careful with his prey, and he had nothing to fear from the logical side. "M'kay, I'm ready."
Logan licked his fingers as he finished off the other piece of jam toast, then examined the piece that Roman had sprawled out on. "Needs more jam." He picked up the butter knife and scooped out a nice glob before smearing it on Roman.
"Hey!" He sat up, scoffing. "This is dry clean only!"
"First, falsehood." Logan picked up the piece of toast. "Second, the sweater is imaginary, you could conjure a clean one if needed, but I would prefer you wait until you have arrived in my stomach to do so."
"Fine, but that doesn't mean that I'm going to enjoy this." Roman took a glob of the jam and stuffed it in his mouth. "Nerd."
"Mmm." Logan took a bite of toast near Roman's leg, careful to not accidentally bite the miniaturized side. Roman was staring, wide eyed. He didn't say anything because though his heart was racing, it wasn't necessarily racing in a bad way.
After a few seconds, Logan carefully tipped the piece of toast and Roman tumbled into his mouth. The logical side took a few moments to lick Roman clean. He was enjoying the taste of Roman, light and meaty, paired with the tangy jam.
Roman squirmed a little against Logan's intruding tongue, but he didn't let himself show any disgust. He had begged to be in Logan's belly for a nap, but he was not going to allow himself to potentially change Logan's mind about swallowing him.
Eventually, Logan tilted his head back and swallowed deeply. Roman's feet were caught in his throat and he was pulled roughly down by the first gulp. Testing out his size against Logan's throat, Roman softly wiggled his feet, finding there was little to no give on the side's throat.
'Thank goodness we're imaginary.' Roman thought softly before being pulled deeper into Logan's throat with a thick gulp.
Only a little swallowing and struggling later, Logan had his hand pressed firmly on his belly. Roman's weight spilled into his middle, and Logan did have to admit to himself that he quite enjoyed the feeling of a side in his stomach. He just simply did not enjoy anyone squirmy, which Roman thankfully was not allowing himself to be.
Logan reached for his coffee mug, but paused with his fingers clutching the handle. Virgil was taking a soak in his mug of coffee.
"Virgil, I gave you your own mug."
"Which I drank." He glanced up, eyes still foggy with sleep. "And this was closer then getting another one."
A rare mischievous thought ran across Logan's mind. Virgil was tired, and he presumably would like to continue to sleep for a while. Besides, Anxiety would cause a lack of focus in Thomas. Logan cleared his throat softly before lifting the mug up, passenger and all. "Very well, since you insist."
Virgil barely even squirmed as Logan tilted the mug forward and drank. Logan took a few sips before the anxious side was squirming between his lips. It took a little bit of careful maneuvering on both parts, but soon Logan set his coffee mug down on the table with Virgil carefully laying on his tongue.
He could feel the miniature side shrug softly before patting his tongue gently. "Mkay, Logan, I'll keep Roman in check."
Logan mumbled his thanks before swallowing deeply. Virgil was going down headfirst it seemed, or, if he wanted to be accurate - he did - hands first.
Roman squirmed around a little when Virgil landed on him, causing the two of them have to arrange themselves. "Hey! What gives?"
Logan placed a hand on his stomach, firm but there were no outward bulges unless one of them pushed against the inner walls. "Virgil climbed in my coffee, and he seems to want extra sleep as well, Roman."
"This is fa-vore-itism."
"I never said that Virgil wasn't a very pleasurable stomach passenger." His fingers massaged his stomach is slow smooth circles. "But I know you two, and I expect you both to behave while I get the working session started." He started to clear up his place.
They both agreed, settling down in Logan's stomach. He cleared off his place and wrote a sticky note where Virgil and Roman were so nobody would be looking for them and interrupt the work session.
Inside of Logan's belly, the two tiny sides were snuggled up to each other, propped up against the side of Logan's stomach so they wouldn't be in the food. Virgil had already conked out, and Roman was indeed exhausted. He managed to give Logan a sleepy belly rub before passing out with Virgil.
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It was a few hours later when Logan spat both the sides out. They had rested, and it was time for Logan to have his first water and stretch break. Roman and Virgil had conjured themselves in clean and dry clothes before wandering off to do whatever was on their schedule for the day.
Logan was stretching his wrists and back out when there was a knock at the door. "Patton told me to make sure you and Thomas drank some water." It was Remus' voice. "He gave me a bottle to throw at you."
"Thomas is already hydrating." Logan strode across the room and opened the door. Remus was leaning on the door, usual tunic forgotten, wearing a crop top that said 'Intrusive Thot.' A water bottle was clutched in one hand. "Thank you for the water."
"Sure, but it's gonna cost you something."
Logan sighed softly through his nose. Of course. Something told him he had stolen the bottle from his intended deliverer. Part of him just told him to go downstairs and get his own water. He could use a change of scenery and his knees could use the movement, but the risk of being distracted by an event was too high to be leaving his room. "Fine. What is it you desire?"
"Tummy time." His eyes drifted down to Logan's belly. "I promise I won't be distracting. I just want to have somewhere nice and quiet to concoct my next devilish plan."
"Hmn." Logan grunted, and suddenly became quite thirsty. Probably something that Remus was doing. "Very well but I do not want you to distract me or I will be spitting you out and removing you from my room."
"Yessir!" Remus saluted and handed him the water bottle. Logan took it and retreated back to his desk. Remus followed, shutting the door behind him. "Where do you want me?"
"Wait a moment." Logan set his water bottle down and then turned in his chair to face Remus. "I'm ready."
Remus bounced over and gently cupped Logan's hands together before shrinking rapidly and scrambling into the cupped hands. "Vore me."
"That is not a proper way to convey the desire to be eaten."
"Oh shut up and just put me in our mouth, nerdy wolverine."
Logan rolled his eyes and stuffed Remus into his mouth, pushing the side slightly into his cheek to be dealt with later as he turned to the desk.
"Don't be shy, I love being gnawed on." Remus draped himself over Logan's teeth, stretching out, pushing his hands into Logan's tongue. "And it helps you focus when you bite something, I should know I volunteer for this all the time."
"'iet." Logan mumbled, letting his tongue explore Remus' torso while he went back to typing. He didn't mind Remus' meaty, bold taste. It was actually pleasant without being distracting, so long as Remus didn't flail around and make rude comments.
They might be imaginary, but it didn't stop Logan from being wary about biting Remus with enough pressure to hurt him. He would carefully bite down on his chest, arms, legs, just enough to feel Remus between his teeth. Remus would lightly squirm, and this went on for a while.
However, Logan did eventually find himself drooling something fierce, so he tilted his head back to swallow. He could hear Remus whine softly about not being finished yet, but still continued to swallow the miniaturized side. His hand flew to his throat and gently pressed against the warm lump as it slipped down his throat. A very content sigh left the logical side and he pressed a hand to his belly, feeling Remus spill inside.
"Are you unharmed?"
"Yupper-doodle." Remus sighed heavily and snuggled down into the stretchy, warm flesh surrounding him. "Go to your work, and drink your water. I'll be fine down here."
Logan had nearly forgotten about the water bottle and broke the seal on the cap, bringing it up to drink. Remus did continue to squirm around, enjoying having at least something else accompany him inside Logan's stomach, but soon tired himself out and settled down in the pit of Logan's belly.
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Logan was stretching softly, and felt a kink in his lower back he couldn't get out by doing his regular stretches. Remus still lay limp inside his abdomen, presumably asleep. He softly rubbed his stomach and tried one last time to fix the stiffness, but had no such luck.
"I'm going downstairs for a snack and stretch." Logan warned Remus, just in case he was awake, before leaving his room.
Downstairs, Patton was softly singing along to a song Thomas had been listening to while doing work, frosting a cupcake. "Hey there, kiddo! I just finished baking if you want one." He glanced over to the large pile of dishes in the sink. "I gotta start cleaning up."
Logan looked at the platter of cupcakes while Patton started cleaning, a hand absently going to rest on his stomach. Maybe one couldn't hurt. Remus certainly wouldn't mind sharing his stomach with a little bit of sweets. He licked his lips absently and peeled the wrapper off the cupcake.
"Say, uh, have you seen Remus?" Patton's words quickly drew Logan out of his thoughts of eating the cupcake. "I've not seen him since he took the water bottle Deceit was supposed to give you and ran off."
"Oh, he's in my stomach." Logan took a bite of cupcake, chewed, and swallowed.
"Oh." Patton took a step forward, head tilted slightly in the way that meant he was thinking. "I guess he couldn't wait for me to finish with baking."
"He was going to be in your stomach?" Logan continued to finish the cupcake.
"Yup." Patton softly touched Logan's belly. "I'm kinda tired after cleaning up, and I know you've been working all day, but I thought maybe since you're on your final stint of work..."
Logan nodded slightly and he tossed the cupcake wrapper in the trashcan before turning to Patton. "Please do not disturb Remus. He's been uncharacteristically well behaved in my stomach."
"Of course." Patton gripped Logan's hands before shrinking down, landing neatly in his palms. "Ready - oh wait, glasses." He took his glasses off and vanished them for the moment. "Okay, now I'm ready."
Logan raised Patton to his mouth and gently pushed the fatherly side in, leaving his mouth open for a few moments so Patton would be able to settle. He didn't normally squirm much, but he was very particular with the way that he wanted to be swallowed; on his belly, feet towards the throat.
Without taking more time than necessary to taste Patton, Logan tilted his head back and swallowed. The little side squirmed slightly as he slipped down under Logan's collar bone. Logan started back to his room to continue his work, hand pressed slightly into his belly.
He did momentarily stop to make a note that Patton did, in fact, default to the flavor of whatever was the last thing he made.
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Finally the work was finished. Logan was now relaxing in the common room, reading a book. Remus had started squirming the second that Logan ad shut off the laptop, demanding to be let out. Logan let both him and Patton out. Remus rushed off, presumably to bother Roman, who was making a daydream for Thomas.
The peace Logan had built around him shattered when two sets of yellow gloved hands curled around him and squeezed his middle. "You couldn't have kept at least one of the Creativities in your stomach?"
"They did not want to be in there." Logan turned the page of the book. "I don't like using my stomach as a time out corner."
"Well, they were yelling so loudly I got a migraine from my bedroom."
"We're imaginary. Any pains we have that Thomas does not is something you concocted."
"Fair, but I still have a request."
"I refuse to retrieve medication when you are perfectly knowledgeable and capable of fetching it yourself." Logan kept reading.
"I just want a nice, quiet place to let it fade in." He hadn't removed his hands from around Logan's abdomen.
"It seems my stomach has been quite popular today with being a quiet place."
"You are the one to go to for quiet time." Deceit gently nuzzled Logan. "I'll make tea, your favorite."
"I will think over it."
Deceit got up and started to make tea in the kitchen. Logan was a few more pages into his book when Deceit set the large mug on the coffee table. "Drink."
Logan put a bookmark into the book and set it aside for the moment. "Very well, but I will make the same request as I did the others." He took a long sip of tea. Deceit really did know how Logan liked his tea. Dang it. "No distractions while you're in there."
"I promise I won't. It's freezing in here and I want some quiet time too."
Logan had to concede on that. There was no logical reason for Deceit to be disruptive in his stomach, and his record had proven he was usually a good passenger.
About halfway through the mug, Deceit softly touched Logan's hand. "May I please be swallowed now. The lights aren't helping this headache."
Within seconds, the deceptive side was miniaturized and placed in Logan's mouth. He squirmed slightly against Logan's tongue before looking down to his throat, preparing to be swallowed.
"I'm ready."
Logan tilted his head slightly back and swallowed deeply, massaging his throat before taking a large sip of tea. Deceit settled among the warmth in his belly, content with the nice warm liquid filling the logical side's stomach.
"Thank you, Logan."
"You're welcome." He resumed his book after a moment more.
Virgil gets a treat. I'm on a foodplay kick rn, nobody can stop me! Also, really craving Chinese food.
Contains: Belly rubs, food play, soft safe oral vore, slight Intruxiety, (I don't know the Remus/Virgil ship name), very slight stuffing, very slight
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Being blindfolded and lead somewhere by Remus was always a terrible thing, except for Virgil in this one instance.
"Where are we going?" He sniffed the air and his stomach growled. "I was taking a nap."
"It's dinner time, Virge, and I was sent to get you!"
"You broke into my room!"
"Effective, I know!"
Virgil was sat in a chair. Remus giggled and stepped away. Virgil hesitantly took off the blindfold and saw what his nose confirmed. A good spread of Chinese food, a miniaturized version of the other sides, in their regular clothes, lounging in various dishes.
"What's this for?" Virgil's belly (figuratively) sat up and begged, pleaded to be filled with what he'd been craving for days. "Did I miss an occasion?"
"No occasion." Remus had a huge grin on his face as he went into the kitchen. "Go ahead, eat! We've already had dinner!"
Virgil blushed as he pulled the closest dish towards him. "Really, did I miss something?" Deceit was lounging in the container of hot and sour soup like it was a hot tub.
He shook his head. "Remus annoyed us into treating you... Well... Annoyed me into it. Those softies volunteered."
"Thanks guys. You didn't have to." He picked up a spoon and started to eat.
"We wanted to, Kiddo." Patton was beaming from his dish. "I knew you were getting cravings. This way you don't have to ask and get all embarrassed."
Virgil was a flustered mess as he removed his choker. He knew from experience he should remove it before trying anything with prey. "Is, uh, Remus part of the meal?"
"He's your dessert." Roman wiggled his eyebrows in a mocking imitation of Remus. "And I quote 'all that that implies.'"
Virgil paused, Deceit on his spoon, and he blushed very deeply. He had to take a second to breathe deeply and calm himself down before stuffing Deceit in his mouth.
The side had stripped off his cloak and his hat, as well as socks, shoes, and gloves, but he still wore the bright yellow shirt and black slacks.
Virgil softly licked at him, being able to taste his scales apart from his skin and his clothes. He did enjoy Deceit's almost spicy flavour as he squirmed around, trying to retain dignity against the intruding tounge.
He tilted his head back a little and swallowed thickly. Fingers jumped to his throat and massaged the lump down into his chest. He softly touched his stomach as Deceit spilled into it.
A satisfied sigh left his lips as he put the lid on the soup and looked around for his next dish.
Patton was giggling, hands over his mouth, his glasses safely tucked with his sweater over to the side.
Virgil pulled the fried rice container over to him and watched the heart of the group finally come down from a giggle fit.
"What's so funny, Pat?"
"Nothing, I was just thinking of how Deceit normally fusses so much if we lick at him, and then of how anxiety sometimes swallows your senses, but I've never heard of anxiety swallowing deception."
Virgil looked down at his stomach, still begging for food, and felt the heat return to his face. "That's decent wordplay, Patton."
Patton squirmed out of the way in the fried rice container as Virgil got a couple spoonfuls. Just, like, two bites before scooping up Patton. He didn't want to eat too much.
Virgil's swallowing of Patton was interrupted by a thud from the kitchen.
"Everything okay, Remus?"
"'M fine!" Was followed by several muttered swears as Virgil slid Patton into his mouth.
The little side squirmed around to be feet pointing towards Virgil's throat. His head softly poked out of Virgil's mouth, and Roman and Logan went red in the face as Patton waved, freeing one arm from Virgil's mouth.
Virgil glanced at his spoon and saw Patton's tuft of brown hair and his chubby face along with one arm hanging out of his mouth. He gulped and watched Patton vanish from his mouth and be squeezed down into his throat. Patton had briefly grabbed at his lip, but the grip was broken.
Virgil massaged his chest as Patton slipped down into his stomach with Deceit.
Roman and Logan were both staring, the former open mouthed, the latter stunned, shocked.
"What?" His voice was thick from the effort of swallowing Patton dry as Logan on a plate of egg rolls were pulled close.
"Nothing." The logical side cleared his throat. "Just a little unexpected reaction from Patton while he was... Being ingested."
"That giggle as he slipped into my gut?" Virgil had a hand resting on his stomach. "Or the at ease demeanour as his neck was between my teeth?"
"Both."
Virgil took the dipping sauces for the egg rolls and poured them over the two egg rolls and Logan.
Logan shifted, tucking his glasses in his shirt, and then allowed Virgil to sit him on one of the egg rolls.
The other vanished quickly, and Logan firmly clung to the egg roll as Virgil picked it up. Virgil licked his lips and then slid Logan off and into his mouth.
Virgil always thought Logan was a little bland by himself. He always needed a little something to give him extra flavour. The duck sauce and dab of spicy mustard made him taste absolutely delicious.
He took a long time licking Logan clean before swallowing. The hand absently on his stomach pressed in, only to feel the heaviness increase inside his gut.
Roman in his dish was all the food that was left in the dining room after the other egg roll filled his stomach. Remus had yet been be seen, but the kitchen had gone silent.
Virgil decided to ignore it for now.
Virgil picked a dumpling up by the corner and stuffed it in his mouth, only pausing to dip it in the sauce sitting beside the container.
Because he was a little eager (or nervous) to see was Remus was preparing, Roman was picked up next.
"No utensils?" Roman softly squirmed between his fingers.
"I may not be your brother, but I prefer the way dumplings taste when they're tossed into your maw directly from your fingers." He eased Roman's legs into the thick sauce. "They're cool enough to touch, though you might still burn me."
Roman's eyes widened as Virgil opened up. "Wait, was that a pick up line? Were you flirt-mph!"
Virgil stuffed Roman in his mouth and, after poking and prodding his struggling body, Virgil tilted his head back and swallowed with one thick 'gulp.'
He leaned back in his chair, moving his jacket to get a look at his stomach. His MCR shirt was a little tight across his stomach and he sighed lovingly, letting both hands start to knead the gentle outward bulge.
He had his eyes closed, ears primed for their voices deep in his belly.
"-Watch where your foot is!"
"Stop squirming!"
"Roman, we were comfortable in our previous position, if you'd let Patton -"
"Ow!"
"Sorry!"
Virgil chuckled softly and lifted his shirt. His hands moved from the top and sides to softly cradling the bulge in his middle.
"Now that is what I love to see!"
Virgil glanced up. The closed Chinese food containers were gone - hopefully in the fridge so he could snack later - and a big glass bowl sat beside his napkin.
Inside was a huge ice cream sundae and it made Virgil's mouth water like his stomach was empty. He'd seen the ice cream in the fridge, his favorites, and been told they were being saved for something. This must be it.
Remus was lounging among the ice cream, under a pile of whipped cream and chocolate sauce, with a cherry on his lap.
"That is one sexy belly of yours, Shadow." Remus' eyes were resting firmly on Virgil's pale, bloated belly. "Just maybe could be a little bigger?" He gestured to the ice cream around him. "Feel like tucking this in there?"
Virgil put his shirt back down and leaned in close, twirling a spoon between his fingers. "Remus, this is.... This looks delicious."
"I know all the tricks to getting you and Dee-Dee to stuffing your bellies." Remus took a bite of the cherry, lifting it up a bit. "I pulled out all the stops for dessert."
"You just like wallowing in an ice cream bloated gut." Virgil dug his spoon in.
"Damn right!" He wiggled forward, getting a front row view of Virgil swallowing. "Oh I'm gay."
Virgil blushed a little and glanced away.
"Oh, come on, Storm Cloud." He whined and looked up at Virgil with big pleading eyes. "I'll be quiet if you finish."
Virgil snorted and looked down, blushing. "If you're ever quiet, it's the sign of the end times."
"So I won't be quiet." Remus was clinging to the edge of the bowl, now covered in the sundae. "But please finish it. I worked hard on it."
Virgil sighed and then dug into the sundae.
Remus kept making comments as he ate, especially when Virgil swallowed a particularly large mouthful.
Virgil plucked the lone cherry up from Remus' hands, with a few bite marks on it, and swallowed it whole. Remus threw himself onto the spoon and whined that Virgil was teasing him.
Dumping Remus onto a scoop of ice cream, Virgil kept eating, avoiding the tiny dark side on purpose.
Soon it was just the melted stuff, a smudge of chocolate sauce, and Remus in the bottom of the bowl.
"How are you not freezing to death?"
Remus shrugged and let himself be nearly submerged in melted ice cream. "I'm special."
Virgil picked the bowl up in both bands and started to swallow the delicious, melted mess.
Remus wiggled in between his lips and Virgil paused to lick the chocolate off him, feeling him squirm erratically around, and then swallowed him whole.
Virgil absently patted his stomach as the last of the dish vanished into his gullet.
Glancing down, Virgil noticed his stomach was a fair bit bigger, and he was not envying any of the other sides right now. He never particularly liked being covered in someone else's dinner, but he enjoyed a nice belly and he enjoyed the cuddling, so he didn't really complain.
"How is everyone?" He stifled a burp and set his shirt above the big bulge.
Nobody seemed to have a grievance but Deceit, and Remus was squirming around over by himself.
Virgil stood, one hand cradling his belly, and set the bowl in the sink. His belly just seemed so heavy, even though he'd eaten more in a sitting before. Maybe it was the sweets.
With a loud yawn, he lugged his stomach up to his room and shut himself in, sitting in bed.
Remus seemed to calm down a little, and Virgil softly moaned at the feeling in his stomach from being so full. "That is the last time Remus makes me dessert unsupervised." He flopped on his back, grunting with the effort. "I think he's trying to fatten me up."
"Maybe I should." Remus rubbed his hand against the wall, idea forming.
Patton had come down the stairs in the morning like usual, trying to cook breakfast like usual, but it seemed the kitchen was full.
"I am unaware if he likes to dunk prey or not." Logan stood at the stove
"How do you not know?" Deceit hissed quietly. "You've been hanging around with him since the beginning."
"I never noted it if he ever ingested me." Logan adjusted his glasses. "He's mostly been swallowed instead of doing the swallowing."
"Hey kiddos." Patton cleared his throat. "What's going on?"
Everyone jumped and turned to look at him.
Virgil glared at the twins, who had been fighting over an ornamental spoon. "I thought you were supposed to make sure Patton was still in bed."
"I was!" Remus growled. "Until somebody was snitching my spoon!"
"It was still in the drawer!"
"I claimed it for my dish!"
Patton tilted his head. "Why is everyone cooking? Did I miss something?"
"Well..." Roman glanced around. "We were fixing you breakfast, Patton. You've been doing so much lately and -"
"And we thought you would want to fill your belly!" Remus blurted. "With us!"
Roman glared and continued. "Yeah. We'd also be parts of the dish. We'd snacked so much while we planned it, we didn't need food."
"Aaaw, kiddo!" He squeezed the twins in a hug. "Thank you!" He squeezed Deceit and Logan in a hug, then Virgil. "Thank all of you!"
"You're welcome, Patt." Virgil squirmed in Patton's arms. "Watch the ribs."
"Sorry." He set Virgil on the ground and then glanced around. "I'm going to get dressed then." And he sauntered off.
After a little while, he heard someone call for him and he came back down, smoothing out a light blue sweater.
Virgil was folding his jacket, standing miniature on the table. He glanced up at Patton and then tossed his jacket on the other discarded clothes in the middle of the table before scrambling onto his dish.
"Oh. The food looks lovely." He smiled and sat at his seat, which they arranged the table around. "And you all look delicious."
Logan was closest, among eggs and toast, so Patton pulled him over first.
"Good morning, Logan." Patton started to butter a piece of toast. "What time did you all get up to do this?"
"About two hours ago. Remus and Virgil forcefully pulled the rest of us out of bed so we could prepare."
Patton glanced over. Virgil was sitting atop a pile of waffles, covering his face. Remus was lounging, shirtless, in a bowl of oatmeal. He nodded eagerly when Logan spoke.
"Yup! We arranged this whole thing!"
Deceit rolled his eyes, arms crossed across his chest where he sat among bacon and sausage.
Patton saw that and pulled Deceit over as well, cutting off a bit of egg with the meats to make an open faced sandwich.
"Thank you all for doing this for me." He started to eat off of both Deceit's and Logan's plate.
It wasn't long before the two sides were softly nudged together on a piece of toast. Logan had a bit of egg on his pants and Deceit was complaining about the grease on his clothes.
"Don't worry, Kiddo. I'll clean them up once you're out." He gently picked Deceit up and slid him into his mouth.
Patton barely licked at his little squirming body before gulping heavily. He did taste slightly greasy, but in a good way. Herby and warm and it was tempting to hold him in there for longer and fully taste of him, but he didn't want to upset Deceit.
He could feel the little side squirm all the way down his chest and then spill into his belly.
Logan was blushing slightly as Patton tipped Logan into his mouth off the piece of toast.
The logical side ended up feet first in Patton's mouth. He squirmed around so he was belly down on the tongue.
"Be gentle with him, Patty." Remus shouted as Patton licked eagerly at Logan, the taste of the eggs pairing well with his natural coffee flavour. "I have plans for him later."
Patton slightly nodded and tilted his head back. Logan slipped towards his throat, and then vanished with a smooth gulp. Patton sighed lovingly as his hands rested on his belly, barely bulging.
"The two of you taste wonderful together." He sighed happily, massaging his stomach. "Maybe I should make a dessert with you two delicious little things in them."
Deceit pushed a little on the stomach wall. "I will do no such thing..." But then he mumbled something, probably the condition on which he wouldn't mind being in a dessert with Logan.
Patton giggled and went back to his meal, pulling Virgil over next.
Virgil sat atop a stack of waffles, drenched in syrup and butter and the things Patton likes. He was looking anywhere but at Patton, who sat in front of him, one hand on his stomach.
"Don't be embarrassed. I'm thankful you did this for me. It's very sweet you did."
"Don't mention it." Virgil rubbed at the back of his neck as Patton dug eagerly into the food.
The waffles were sublime. Crispy, fluffy thick squares of breakfast heaven. The young man was able to pack away a fair amount.
Soon, Virgil was softly picked up on the end of a spoon and brought up to Patton's lips. "Ready, Sport?"
"'Sport?'" Virgil snorted. "You're such a Dad."
"Then I'll just have to carry my kiddos in my belly." He chuckled before opening up wide.
Virgil took a deep breath before climbing in. He pulled himself in over the teeth, and he settled on Patton's tongue, facing out.
Anyone watching could just barely see Virgil's dark body on Patton's tongue as he closed up, Virgil's eyes the only thing that gave him away.
Patton softly licked the sticky off Virgil while stacking his empty plates at another place. Deceit and Logan were gently squirming in his belly, getting comfortable with the food in there with them, and Patton gulped heavily.
His hands softly settled on his belly as he felt Virgil snuggle between Logan and Deceit. He gently lifted the sweater to see his swollen belly. "Are you all comfortable in there?"
It seemed they all were.
He glanced between the twins to decide who was going to be eaten first.
Remus was nibbling on the oatmeal he was lounging in, Roman was absently picking st a piece of granola in his yogurt, fruit, and jam thing.
Remus was pulled over and he perked up excitedly. The spoon they'd been fighting over was in the bowl, and Patton eagerly started to eat.
Remus had dunked himself in honey so he'd fit in best with the oatmeal around him, trying to give himself a sweeter taste.
"How's that wonderful, gurgling gut?" Remus grinned eagerly.
"Full." Patton gently poked his stomach as he ate the oatmeal. "You all cooked so much."
Roman leaned on the edge of the dish, head propped up on his arms. "You don't have to eat it all, padre, if you're full."
"I don't want any going to waste -"
"Don't spoil my fun, Roman!" Remus hissed at his brother.
"You're just wanting an excuse to stuff Patton full to bursting!"
Patton thunked a spoon between them. "I plan on eating everything so your efforts and the food don't go to waste. So long as my stomach is comfortable for everyone inside." He rubbed his belly softly.
That settled everything.
Remus was picked up on the spoon and pushed in with a bite of food. He squirmed around for a bit before Patton swallowed him.
His belly gurgled with the strain of food, and Roman was pulled over. His eyes settled on Patton's gurgling stomach and he quickly looked away, clearing his throat.
Patton are a couple bites of the parfait and then pulled Roman out of it. He softly patted the miniature side's head and then eased Roman into his mouth.
His light, fruity flavour tasted wonderful with yogurt.
Patton softly rubbed at his stomach, sighing. Everyone tasted so good in his belly, and Patton had cleared the food prepared.
"Everyone comfortable?"
They were snuggling peacefully in Patton's stomach. It gurgled happily around all the sides as Patton stood up.
"Good. Rest up now." Patton started to clear the table. They cooked, Patton could at least clean up.
Time for the local gremlin to get fed. Everybody gets a turn, and he's the one with the highest canon potential to try something like this
Contains: Swearing (Because Remus), varying degrees of willing prey, not as much foodplay as my others, mentions of digestion, very slight no-harm-done nibbling
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Remus was hungry. Like, really hungry, and he was tasting something very specific. Someones very specific.
Remus' stomach gurgled loudly, and he patted it gently. "Don't worry. You'll get fed."
Logan was his first target. He saw the logical side searching the fridge, so Remus materialised on the other side of the door. "What are you looking for, Lolo?"
Logan jumped a little and glanced over. Then, upon seeing Remus, cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses. "My slice of pie. It was in a container with my name on it."
Remus summoned it behind his back. He'd stuck it in the minifridge in his room that morning for later.
"This pie?" He grinned and held the pie over his head.
"Yes. I'd like if you handed it over." Logan extended a hand.
Remus shook his head. "Not unless you do something for me."
Logan pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed deeply. "What is it?"
"I'll give you your snack if you get me a snack."
"I hardly think a slice of pie is equivalent to a snack."
Remus hopped up on the counter. "Then I guess I'll just eat it."
"Wait!"
Remus grinned knowingly.
"Fine. What do you want me to acquire?"
"You." Remus flirtatiously batted his eyes.
Logan sighed, eyeing the container with a calculated stare. After a solid minute of calculation, Logan sighed. "Very well. But I'm finishing my slice of pie first."
"Deal!" Remus gave him the container and then started to root around in the cabinets. He was looking for a certain kind of jam to go with Logan.
He'd managed to find the jar of Crofter's and get the lid off by the time Logan was finished with his pie.
Remus went to grab him around the waist and shrink him when Logan pushed Remus back.
"Stop."
"You promised!"
Logan removed his glasses and took off his tie, setting it on the counter. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "I was not backing out. I did not want to have my glasses or tie ruined."
Remus shrugged and then put his hands on Logan's waist. "Ready to get in my belly?"
"Ready as I'll ever be."
Remus inhaled and Logan pressed a hand to his mouth.
"Don't you dare start singing."
Remus softly whined, but relented.
Logan was shrunk to about three or so inches tall, and Remus greedily picked him up. "You look soooo good." He moaned softly as he stuffed Logan in the jam jar.
Logan grunted as he settled, and looked up at Remus. "Must you always be so barbarous?"
Remus nodded eagerly as he sat on the counter and stuck a spoon in the jar. He was actually pretty excited to finally satisfy this craving of his.
Logan was avoided for a few spoonfuls, but soon was scooped up and put into Remus' mouth.
Remus had been right. This flavor of jam was just right to go with Logan, who was limp in his mouth.
So, maybe Logan didn't squirm around or be nearly as fun to eat as some of the other sides, but he tasted good and always was a nice, heavy lump in his gut to start his meal.
After a little vigorous licking, Remus tossed his head back and gulped. His fingers lovingly massaged his throat, helping the lump Logan made down.
"Aaaahhh~~~" Remus pressed his hands to his stomach. "Delicious, Logan. Ten out of ten."
Logan moved a little in his belly, and then he settled down.
Remus had just finished up polishing off the jam jar when Virgil slunk into the kitchen.
"Virgy!" Remus tossed the jam jar and the spoon into the sink, then went to squeeze Virgil in a hug, but got stopped by a hand in the face.
"What do you want?"
"What? Me needing something? Why would you - how dare-"
Virgil raised ah eyebrow at the glutton.
"Okay fine, get in my belly."
"Yeah, no."
Virgil was walking away, and Remus practically picked him up and hauled him back in the kitchen. "I already ate Logan, but I'm still so hungry."
"You just like having a full set." Virgil crossed his arms.
"I do! Your flavors blend so good together." Remus purred softly as he set his hands on his gut. "Please get in my belly?"
"On one condition."
"Anything, my little emo."
"I'm not stuffed in any food." Virgil huffed. "I don't care what you do with the others, I refuse to be eaten in food by you."
"That's harsh, Virgy!"
"Need I remind you that you ruined one of my favorite hoodies with cheese whiz?"
"You're really using that against me?" Remus gaped for a long minute, then sighed deeply. "Fine. You'll be eaten plain."
Virgil seemed satisfied by that answer and removed his hoodie before he shrunk himself down on the counter.
Remus scooped him up and contemplated the little side for a minute. He didn't want to let the condition spoil all his fun, but Remus had to rack his brain for a minute.
"Oh! I got it!"
Virgil squirmed a little bit before Remus flicked him up into the air. The miniature side yelped before landing in Remus' open mouth.
"You jerk!" The little side squirmed towards the opening of Remus' mouth.
Remus closed his mouth and softly licked at Virgil. He enjoyed the squirming so much. "You just said no food. I think a little fun was perfectly okay with being had." His voice was muffled around Virgil and his squirming.
Virgil started to protest, but he was swallowed thickly. It was quite the tightq squeeze into Remus' gut, but it was rather nice once he was inside.
One, it was not nearly as full as it could be. Remus was a glutton. He can, will, and has pushed himself past his limits, and thankfully this wasn't one of the times he didn't. Two, Logan was there, and he was wonderful to snuggle on. Three, at least he hadn't been covered in food.
"Logan." Virgil sighed and snuggled into Logan once they logical side identified himself.
"Salutations. What did Remus do?"
"Oh. Tossed me in the air like a piece of popcorn." Virgil pressed his face into Logan's side.
Remus lovingly rubbed his stomach, firm under his fingertips. He was trying to decide who was going in his belly next.
But first he wanted to change. His normal outfit was always too restricting to really have fun with his prey.
"Remus, you are one sexy beast." He grinned at himself in the mirror, flexing. He'd changed into vertically striped rainbow leggings and a crop top he'd tastefully (and accidentally) torn.
He felt Virgil kick out lazily. "Are you wearing the fishnets with the crop top?"
"Not this time." Remus sighed and rubbed his belly. "New rainbow leggings this time."
"Cool. Get a pic once you've gotten the set."
Remus snickered and wandered downstairs, hands over his stomach. Patton was in the living room and wandered over, humming quietly.
Deceit was in the kitchen, fixing two hot beverages. One was tea, and the other was hot cocoa. Perfect. Remus made a note of them as he hugged Patton from behind.
"Ah!" Patton jumped a little at being startled. "Oh, Remus. Hello."
"Hey Patton. Would you be terribly upset if I said I wanted to eat you?"
He blinked and adjusted his glasses. "No?"
"Because I really want to feel you squirming in my belly." Remus gently nuzzled at Patton. "I'm so hungry, and your little body looks absolutely scrumptious."
"But we're the same height -" Patton squealed as Deceit lifted him up, shrinking the man until he was only a few inches tall. "Hey! This isn't fair! Remus already ate my backup!"
"True. Tall and nerdy and storm cloud are in my belly." He rubbed his stomach.
Deceit chuckled and motioned Remus closer, who stepped forward like a dog awaiting a treat.
"You'll have to wait for him, Remus." Deceit tucked Patton into a pocket. "We were fixing lunch. Sit and stay for a minute."
"But Deeeee." He whined.
"But nothing. You can have Patton and I during your meal." He vanished with a swish of the cloak and the noise in the kitchen started again.
"I'm hungry noooowwww." Remus flopped on his back on the couch.
Several agonizing minutes passed where Remus would either complain at the two in the kitchen or bother the two in his belly.
Eventually, finally, after what felt like an eternity to Remus, Deceit called him into the kitchen.
There was a decent spread of food, and Deceit sat on the edge of the table, Patton loosely in a fist.
"Remus." He greeted as Remus sat down, eyeing the food with wild abandon.
"Please lemme have Patton." He whined softly. "He always feels so good."
Remus obeyed, and Deceit softly placed Patton in his mouth.
The little side squirmed around in Remus' mouth, and Remus licked at him a little to make it easier on his throat.
He really loved swallowing Patton because he wasn't shy to squirm around and get comfortable in your mouth. Made him super fun to nibble at.
Gently nibble. Remus didn't want to hurt the little side. He didn't want to be grounded, not again.
Soon, Remus gulped him down and patted his stomach happily. The little side just always felt so good spilling into his stomach, warm and filling.
Deceit chuckled as Remus rubbed his bare stomach a little, content. "We made other food, you know."
"I'm aware." He gently picked the side up, shrinking him down. "I just have a much more delicious snacc in my arms."
"You're a buffon sometimes, Remus."
"I know." He started to remove a couple of Deceit's layers, starting with the hat and his cloak.
Deceit insisted on his pants and shirt staying, but Remus would accept that as he set Deceit in one of the mugs. Then, he went to town on the lunch that Patton and Deceit had made.
He'd been a little too eager in his gluttony and had forgotten which mug had Deceit in it until he felt the side squirm into his mouth.
Of course, once he realized what was happening, he took great care to swallow and massage his throat and chest as Deceit slipped into his full stomach.
"Nearly the whole set." Remus patted his gut softly. "Just the goodie two shoes half, then I'll be full up."
"Filled up." Logan corrected from in his gut.
"I've heard it both ways, nerd."
"Glutton."
"Damn right." Remus finished off the plates before chucking the dishes in the sink.
Now just waiting on his twin to show, Remus sunk into the floor, forcefully rubbing his swollen gut. A burp forced its way out of his lips and he just sighed happily.
His craving was finally satisfied. Except for a missing piece, but his lunch would hold that spot for now.
"You all tasted so goood!" Remus gently squeezed his belly in his hands, poking and prodding at the little sides with his fingertips. The other sides were all just squirming so wonderfully deep within his gut, it made Remus practically wiggle with delight.
After several minutes of Remus roughly rubbing at his stomach, forcefully churning it around the other sides, he finally sat up and started to collect himself. It just felt so good to have a warm belly full of wiggling prey, and he wasn't afraid of vocalizing it.
He patted his belly with a little more care as he sat up, one hand cradling the warm, firm bulge. "I wish I could digest you all. I'd be nice and fat, and I'd keep the belly too. Wouldn't work an ounce or it off, just keep that layer of plushness you all become. God, I hope at least one of you would go straight to my hips." He giggled before correcting himself. "Right to my hips. We can't do anything straight."
General agreement from his stomach on the last remark.
He got to his feet and kept his hands firmly on his belly. It just felt so wonderful.
Roman walked in and stopped. With how Remus was displaying his stomach it was impossible to miss the bulge or how possessively he clutched it, or the articles of clothing on the counter.
"I need to see Patton, but it seems none of them seem to be around." Roman crossed his arms and clicked his tongue as he fell into the script. "You wouldn't happen to know where they are, do you?"
Remus shook his head. "Nope! Not a clue."
He loved playing the villain to Roman's hero. The banter was his favorite.
Roman stepped a little closer. "Have you perhaps eaten them?"
"What? Me? Eat your friends? How dare you assume?" He looked scandalized at the very notion. "But, I guess that this wouldn't be the first time I've done that, now would it, dear brother?"
"Answer the question, fiend, or I shall have to cut you open."
Remus drummed his fingers on his stomach, then sprinted off. "You'll need to catch me first!"
"Get back here!"
The first time Roman caught Remus, Remus licked Roman's hands and Roman jumped back. So, naturally, when Roman managed to pin Remus down a second time, he grabbed his jaw and forced his head to be tilted up so he couldn't be bitten or licked.
Remus' wrists were held tightly, and Roman gently pressed an ear to his stomach. "Guys? Everyone okay in there?"
It was a little hard to hear among the constant, abnormally loud gurgling and groaning of Remus' belly, but it seemed that they were.
"Okay, so they are." Roman let Remus go. "Why do you have to drag my friends into this?"
"Because A, they're fucking delicious. Two, being chased is so fun." Remus giggled. "Would you like to settle among them in my big fat belly?"
Roman shook his head. "I'm good. You do you, I'll be in my room."
Remus teasingly rubbed his gut, feeling someone kicking at his stomach walls. "How about you join them instead?"
"Remus, no-"
They both took off again. Roman being chased now.
Inside of Remus' gut, the sides just snuggled closer together to block out the twins arguing. Deceit had all his arms out, and was using them to squeeze the other sides close to his chest. Virgil was practically crushed between Deceit and Patton, but didn't care, he loved it. Logan was gently stroking Patton's hair and keeping him calm and secure among the snuggle pile.
Outside, Remus managed to get his hands on Roman and shrink him to a swallowable size. His brother was held tightly to his gurgling stomach.
Roman hit the taut skin a couple times and protested loudly.
Remus didn't care as he gently nibbled on Roman's legs. He tasted great, and after a long minute, Roman was shoved into his gullet and swallowed.
The other sides happily pulled Roman into their cuddle pile.
