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
Logan gets sacrificed to a god with no escape, but it looks like the god was more merciful than he thought.
Ship: Pred!Patton x Prey!Logan
Word Count: 2.1k
tw: unwilling prey, death mention, human sacrifice
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A sharp throbbing pain ached throughout Logan’s body. There was a coolness that lingered on his skin as his eyes opened and a wind rushed through. It made the tall jungle trees’ leaves rustle making him wake up more. Where was he? Was this a dream? Another pang of pain shot through his body as he tried to stand up. He looked down, memories coming back to him. His legs were broken, and he was bound tight by some ropes. Birds chirped in the distance which brought him to look at his surroundings. Tall trees covered every square inch of the place except where he lay, helpless to the elements. Soon, he saw an enormous amount of food and other items scattered about where he sat, and it finally clicked. He turned around, looking up at the massive palace that was much too big for any human.
Tears flowed down Logan’s face, both from the sharp pain in his legs and from the horror that consumed him. They were real. The gods were real. He was so skeptical that he announced it to his village, and now he was stuck in this horrible terrifying mess. Another wind blew past him, making him shiver. It almost seemed like his body would go numb if it kept blowing. The cold surface he sat on didn’t help either, except for maybe soothing his broken legs. As hazy as his mind was, he was able to connect why he was with all this food and items. He was a sacrifice. Now he knew why he was kidnapped. It all made sense now… but there was still a chance that this was just an empty abandoned palace. A very well kept giant palace, but it could just be a human’s doing.
A thump rang in Logan’s ears and the ground shook under him. His heart sank as the ground continued to shake, each one progressively getting more and more violent, until there stood a giant. They towered over him and he cowered, terrified at what they would do to him. Their eyes pierced through his soul. The terror that trembled through him triumphed over the throbbing pain in his tied-up legs and body. He tried to stop shaking, do anything to calm himself down, but the giant god’s presence made him cry more.
“You poor thing!” they said, “I told them not to give me human sacrifices!”
The giant god’s hands scooped up Logan’s tiny broken form. Their fingers towered over him and their shadow casted down on him. He blinked at what they said, still bawling but now equally confused. It almost sounded like this god was concerned for him. Though, there was no way they’d miss the opportunity to hurt a skeptic like him! All of a sudden, the ropes disappeared at the snap of their large fingers. There were marks all over his body from how tight the ropes were and his body just ached. He tried to back away as far from their face as possible, but there was no strength left from his body as he tried to process everything that was happening.
“I can’t believe it! After I told them no-…”
Logan’s head started to spin at the god’s fast movements, and it was getting hard and harder to keep himself awake. Another sharp pain jolted through his body as they moved, making him scream in agony. His eyes shot open and his hands dashed to his mouth to cover it. It was obvious he was in pain, but he still didn’t want to look vulnerable, even though he knew, logically, the worst was probable.
“Oh dear! I’m sorry…” they said, looking at his broken legs, “I’m not gonna hurt you, kiddo. I promise…”
The god’s voice was soft and almost calming. It was confusing that they were so gentle with Logan, even though they could easily crush him if they wanted to. He tried to think logically through this mess. It was probable he would die at the hands of this god or be tortured. He tried to prepare and come to terms with his terrible fate, but he just couldn’t stop crying, all his bottled-up emotions flowing out all at once. His eyes met with their giant ones for a brief moment, an expression of worry and concern painting their face. It was as if they were saying sorry.
All of a sudden, a warm breath rolled over Logan as their maw opened wide. Their tongue soon caught him as he started to slide into their mouth. More tears flowed down his face, his body shaking.
“Please! I’m sorry! Don’t eat me, please! I believe now! I’m sorry…” His voice was hoarse screaming at the top of his lungs.
The god froze at his words, his tiny body lying helplessly on their tongue. Another warm breath rolled over Logan, the pain in his legs becoming a bit more bearable. Freedom was so close… If he could just climb out of their mouth, maybe they wouldn’t just see him as food. Maybe he wouldn’t look so weak. He tried to gather any strength he had in his body, but he was exhausted. He couldn’t stay awake much longer, but since he knew he’d die, perhaps that was a good thing. The light that once illuminated the mouth disappeared as they closed their mouth, sealing his fate.
The tongue licked Logan all over, coating him in saliva. Their tongue curled on his tiny weak body. It almost felt like a massage though the god seemed to focus on licking his broken legs. Perhaps they tasted better since they were broken. He didn’t care anymore what they would do to him now, his eyes starting to grow heavy. At least his body would be somewhat useful for them as food. He closed his eyes as he waited for teeth to start tearing him apart, but nothing came. It just made him sigh as he tried to fall asleep on the giant tongue he laid on. On what seemed like instinct, he hugged it as best he could, cuddling into the pink muscle. A hum rang through their mouth, making his eyes feel heavier.
Soon, Logan started to slide down into the entrance of their throat. His legs stung a bit since he went in feet first, but it was overall fine. The god was so gentle with him that he almost started to like this crazy experience. With one gulp, he entered their throat, the muscle pushing him down to their stomach. A thumping heart and their slow breath echoed all throughout the throat. Their throat embraced his tiny body every time he was squished by the soft muscles. It made him warm inside, as if he met an old friend. Now that he thought about it, he didn’t have any friends. Perhaps that was what it feels like to meet an old friend.
Logan felt his body drop into a large space, which he assumed was the god’s stomach. He crawled over the best he could to one of the stomach walls, cuddling into it. There was a sense of calm that was in him now even though he knew he wouldn’t see the light of day again. He rubbed one of his hands into the soft walls as he yawned. Another hum rang through the stomach as he cuddled more into the walls and closed his eyes. At least this seemed like a much more peaceful death than he imagined it to be.
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Logan’s eyes fluttered open as he felt something move. Soon, his eyes shot open, looking around, terrified and confused. He should’ve been dead by now! There was no way his body could even last a few minutes in stomach acid. A shiver ran down his spine as he hugged himself, not sure what to make of the situation. Soon, he blinked. His skin was dry. He looked around the stomach to see no liquid at all in sight! But if there was no liquid, then where was he? He was certain he was still inside the god, but where? The walls prodded at him, making him jump up, walking into another wall on the other side, still so scared. Wait a minute… His eyes widened as he looked down at his legs which were fully healed. A muffled though loud voice rang through the stomach, but he couldn’t focus on it as he dropped to the floor, in awe at his healed legs. For a while, he sat there very still and in shock at the discovery. There was more prodding at him, but he still didn’t move.
“Oh god, did I kill him? No, no, no no…”
Logan finally fell out of his trance as he heard the frantic voice boom all over.
“I’m- I’m fine!” He started to rub at the walls. There was soon pressure coming from outside, pressing where he was.
Soon, the walls closed in on Logan and he closed his eyes. His heart raced as he was pushed up into the god’s throat, into their mouth and out on to their hands. The air was freezing, and he hugged himself to keep warm. It felt like he was dropped into a snowstorm naked. He squeaked when he was wiped clean with a warm rag, though he was grateful to not be soaked in saliva. Soon, their hands curled more around him as they moved them to a giant warm compress. He smiled as he was placed on it, happy to be warm again.
“Hey, kiddo, I’m sorry I really scared you when we first met…”
Logan blinked as he now looked to the giant god.
“…but I couldn’t stand to see you in pain. I’ll do whatever you want to make up for it. My name’s Patton, by the way. Yours?”
“I’m Logan…” He was stunned at how gentle Patton was and how they simply offered to do whatever he pleased. Soon, a spark went in his head as he looked down at his legs then back up at Patton.
“You must be Patton, the god of healing…”
“Yep! It took me longer than what it usually takes for me to heal someone, but it was worth it now that I get to see you all better.”
Logan blinked. “How… How long was I in there for? And where was I? I noticed it was fairly dry.”
“Oh, you were in my storage stomach! That’s where I heal a lot of people. And you were in there for an entire week!”
“A week!?”
“Yep! An entire week, kiddo! You were beaten up pretty bad.”
Suddenly, Logan hugged himself, curling up a bit. His heart sank and he couldn’t look up at Patton anymore. A shiver ran through his whole body curling up more. Why didn’t he just listen to everyone at the village? He would’ve never ended up here, and even if Patton were acting nice, they’d get bored of him eventually. Though, he couldn’t just go back to his village! Everyone would notice him and his big mouth and beat him up again.
“Hey Logan—” Patton kneeled down to Logan’s height— “I know I’m really scary to be around with, but I promise I’ll do what it takes to protect you. I can’t stand to see anyone in pain…”
“Do you see me as a pet?” Logan asked, curling up more.
Patton’s eyes widened at the sudden question. “Of course not, kiddo… You are your own person just like me and everyone else. You might’ve been… brought here without wanting to be here, but I want you to know you’re safe here, kiddo.”
There was silence for a few more moments until Logan spoke.
“Could I stay here for a while? I doubt my village would be very happy seeing me again…” He curled up more, waiting for his body to be crushed or torn to pieces, but nothing came.
“Of course you can stay here! I’ll make sure I have a room ready for you. And I can help you find a new village to live in, of course, if you want me to help…”
A small smile painted Logan’s face as he looked at Patton. He reached out to them, soon watching them come closer. He quickly hugged their nose, crying his eyes out. Somehow, he was in the god’s favor and something told him he would be for the rest of his life.
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.
Some strange thoughts itch at Logan as he studies the digestive system, but one side in particular knows his answers to them and is willing to show them to him.
Ship: Pred!Remus x Prey!Logan
Word Count: 1.7k
tw: detailed vore, foodplay, chewing mention, interacting with stomach acids
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Moonlight shone around the small blue room as the clock struck twelve. There was a murmur downstairs in the living and, one by one, all the sides started to retire for the night. The mind palace was now much more peaceful and was quiet. Logan looked up from his book as he saw the sides head inside their rooms. He’d cooped himself up in his room all day, most of the time studying human anatomy, something Thomas took interest in. It was always fun learning something new and it could potentially help with Thomas’ health. He always encouraged them to make sure their health was in good condition and helped them form good habits.
Logan happily continued to study, almost losing track of time. The sound of the other sides’ footsteps telling him it was time to sleep, though, he really wanted to continue to study. Perhaps he could stay up just another hour, at least to get through the chapter he was currently reading. It was about the digestive system and all its intricate organs that made it up. One part that was particularly interesting to him was, of course, the stomach. It was able to hold up to a maximum of 4 liters of food which was a massive amount compared to the actual size of a stomach.
Once the noise from the footsteps started to die down, Logan looked out of his room, an idea popping into his head. Maybe he should read downstairs. Perhaps some toast and crofters would be nice. He hadn't eaten dinner yet anyway. And, as if on queue, his stomach grumbled, grumbling for something to eat. Well, now he had an excuse to read more past his bedtime. Gently, he bookmarked the page he was at, closed it, and headed downstairs into the living room with the book.
A soft thump was heard as Logan placed the book onto the kitchen table. He looked through the cabinets, grabbing some bread and crofters. A toaster sat near the microwave on the counter and soon, he placed some bread in. He went back over into the living room, finding Remus sitting on the couch with a book in hand.
"Whatcha doing, nerdy wolverine?" Remus asked.
"I'm studying the digestive system. It's quite fascinating. And you?" Logan asked, a bit surprised to see Remus reading at all.
"Oh, I'm just reading Fifty Shades of Grey. I really wonder how I've never read this book before!" They said, an excitedness in their voice.
When Logan looked more closely to the book, it indeed was Fifty Shades of Grey. It was quite appropriate for the side, even though they weren’t in his taste. He looked back over to the book he brought down on the table, and soon opened it back up to the page he stopped on. There was a diagram of the digestive system which listed all the parts of it. He traced a finger from the mouth down to the stomach. Suddenly, a disturbing thought came to his head. He imagined being swallowed down, able to see and feel the organ for himself, but he simply shook the thoughts away. Certainly, he didn’t want to act on the thoughts, right?
A ding from the toaster rang in the kitchen, getting Logan out of his sea of thoughts. Quickly, he retrieved the two toast from the toaster and started to spread some crofters onto them. He walked back over to the table where his book lay, and sat down. A crunch was heard when he ate one of the pieces of toast. Once again, he opened his book back up, reading through the chapter as he ate. Soon, though, the thoughts of being eaten came back to him. He tried to shake the thoughts out of his head once more, trying not to get distracted, but suddenly, it was the only thing on his mind. Desperately, he tried to focus on reading until Remus’ voice cut through his thoughts.
“You know, I can certainly smell your intrusive thoughts,” Remus started, “In fact, they sound delicious… But I certainly won’t play out those fantasies if you don’t want me to.”
Logan froze, his heart beating fast as he heard what Remus said.
“You- You can?” Logan asked.
“Why of course, teach! Actually, I’ve been wanting to try it for quite some time,” Remus said as he placed his book down.
Logan looked blankly into his book as he thought. He could simply keep pushing away the thoughts, but, in all honesty, he truly wanted to get a personal view and he’d be able to take notes and study the digestive system more closely. Plus, he knew simply ignoring the thoughts wouldn't get rid of them anyway.
"Well?" Remus said, "Let's try this?"
"Alright…" Logan said hesitantly, "But I need adequate time to take notes."
"Fine, but I want to eat you with some toast and crofters."
"Deal."
Remus soon walked over to Logan, and shrank him down to about two inches. Logan now sat in Remus' palms and looked up at him, surprised at just how tall they now were. He felt very small in comparison, his body barely bigger than their fingers. Suddenly, he felt himself roll onto the toast he hadn't eaten yet, his shirt now covered with jam. He licked some off his arm, humming at the taste. Looking up, he watched as Remus scooped up some crofters and spread it on his small body. The ground shook as the piece of toast was lifted up in the air up to their mouth.
As Remus opened their mouth, Logan stared in awe at it. He took some mental notes on the way their tongue laid in their mouth and counted how many teeth they had. Their canines were much more fang-like as well. His heart raced as they suddenly bit down on the giant piece of toast and watched as they chewed and swallowed it down. The lump in their neck traveled down until it disappeared. Remus continued to eat the toast until all that was left was a jam smeared Logan.
Remus' mouth watered in delight as he stared at Logan. They licked their lips and gently placed him in their mouth. As soon as Logan entered, he felt a warm breath wash him over. It felt almost cozy, despite being in Remus’ mouth. Gently, he pressed on their tongue, the pink muscle incredibly squishy. He squeaked when he was suddenly pressed up against the roof of their mouth, feeling the tongue lick him all over. It made him let out a chuckle or two, tickling him. Soon, he felt the tongue bring him down, all the jam now clean from his body.
Logan looked around in awe at the sight, now that Remus was still. Nothing in their mouth seemed abnormal. Their tongue was the right length, the roof of their mouth in the right spot, but their teeth were sharp like a shark’s. They could certainly cause some damage if they bit on him, though he doubt they’d try. He crawled over down their mouth and looked down into the gaping hole that was their throat. Something about it was so captivating… Just being able to slide down into such a warm place. And it looked like he didn’t have to wait any longer as he was suddenly swallowed down head head first.
Logan grumbled in annoyance but he simply just tried to take some more mental notes. He could feel a pressure from outside, squishing his tiny form into the flesh of the throat. The sensation of it moving him down was almost soothing. It massaged his entire body as he went down further and further. After a while, he felt the pressure go away. Remus’ heart pulsed nearby, shaking his body somewhat. Their breathing was rather loud too, but somehow sounded more chaotic and erratic. Suddenly, his head entered into a much larger space, what he assumed was their stomach. With one final push, he flopped down onto the soft floor.
There wasn’t much to see, the stomach covered in darkness, so instead, Logan opted to feel his way around. Gently, he pressed a hand into the stomach walls, feeling his hands push into the folds. Suddenly, the stomach rumbled all around him, making him tumble and sit down. Though, as he was about to get back up, a small pool of liquid touched his feet. Slowly, he slid down a bit more finally touching the piece of toast Remus ate. He blinked in surprise, now backing up. He knew it would probably be in here but finally seeing it was quite fascinating. Curiosity filled his mind with all sorts of ideas. The liquid, which he assumed was the acid, didn’t hurt him all that much. Plus, they were figments of Thomas’ imagination. He doubt something as imaginary as himself could physically get hurt, so he slowly eased himself back into the acid.
Not a single ounce of it hurt Logan’s skin as he submerged half of his body into the liquid. Though the chewed up piece of toast floating by was a bit annoying, the warmth from the liquid was very calming for him. Suddenly, his eyes grew heavy as he listened to the stomach gurgle and groan. The folds embraced him, making him hum in delight at the feeling.
“Doing okay in there, teach?” Remus’ voice echoed through the stomach.
“Yes, it’s quite soothing being in here,” Logan started, “And the acids aren’t hurting me in the slightest.”
“I thought I’d be a bit more gentle this time,” they said. “Did you at least learn something? Take any juicy notes?”
At that, Logan’s face went red. He enjoyed this quite a bit. Or actually… a lot. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, something about this place was so calming and it made him want to stay, at least for the night.
“Well…” Logan started, “It is quite comforting in here… Could… I stay here for the night? Just so I can take more notes.”
There was a silence between the two until Remus finally spoke.
“Of course you nerd, knock yourself out…” Remus said with a soft voice.
“Thank you… Remus,” Logan said with a yawn.
He looked around again one last time and snuggled into the folds as his eyes closed, finally getting an answer to his itching thoughts and curiosity.
- 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
I honestly wrote this as spur of the moment, self indulgent thing. Is Deceit, among others, wildly out of character? Probably. Do I care? No. My fancy pred (not really because I don't experience that kind of attraction) kink, my fine dining ficlet.
Contains: Foodplay, lots of it. Size difference vore, lots of it. Slight belly stuff. Mentions of alcohol. Pred!Deceit. Prey! Roman, Remus, Patton, Logan, Virgil.
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The 'Black Void' restaurant was ready for the five course meal. Deceit came in, hung his hat on a hook and ran his fingers through his hair while he settled at a table, peeling his gloves off and setting them on his lap, under his napkin.
He glanced over the menu in front of him, trying to decide who was in what dish. He'd been fasting all day in anticipation for this meal, and had went all out for his bit. His role of fine diner.
The other sides had better show the same commitment for their parts of the meal. He'd heard them at work in the kitchen as he'd prepared a nice suit for himself for his special meal.
Careful weeks of planning on his end ensured every side would be ending the day in his stomach along a lovely meal.
After choosing a wine, his first dish came out.
A smirk started to play with his lips as he saw Logan glance up at him from in a bowl of noodles and broth.
"Ah. Logan. I didn't expect to see you so soon." Deceit casually picked up the chopsticks on his napkin. "First out of the kitchen."
"I merely chose soup for my menu item." He adjusted his glasses and sunk slightly lower into the broth. "I wasn't the one who chose whom be sent out as your first course."
"Don't be nervous. I'll be gentle." He started to eat.
That was something Deceit simply loved about the imagination. Yes, occasionally a giant squid tried to grab you and do horrible things to you, but the noodles never were horribly soggy like packaged Ramen was famous for doing; and it didn't matter the level of cooking ability, the food was delicious.
The noodles were about half gone when Deceit loosened his tie to make it easier to swallow them. He picked Logan out from the bowl, a chopstick firmly under each arm. The logical side was wearing swim shorts and a muscle shirt, the kind normally seen around public pools.
"What's with the outfit?" Deceit chuckled softly.
"I did not wish to have my regular attire smell of pork flavoring."
"I should thank you for showing me those shapely calves." Deceit watched the little man drip the mostly clear brown broth for a moment more, squirming uncomfortably, and then started to swallow him.
Deceit eased Logan's feet in first, swallowing softly as he continued to ease the miniature side down his throat, tongue cushioning his back.
Deceit softly groaned as he removed the chopsticks, Logan eased into his mouth most of the way. The taste of the little man was phenomenal.
Meaty, and a little salty from the broth he'd been resting in. The pork flavoring had really enchanted the tiny man's natural flavor, and Deceit couldn't help himself as he slowly swallowed, pulling him all the way in. The licked the back of his head softly, slowly, then swallowed deeply.
A hand traced his neck as Logan slipped down, past the collar bone, and came to rest on his stomach as it became taut under his fingertips. Still a little squish to it, but firmer then when he'd sat down.
"Mmmm." He sighed, other hand coming to rest on his stomach. "Logan, you taste wonderful. Absolutely wonderful."
"I've been told." He squirmed slightly, and Deceit sighed softly at the sensation. "Your stomach is..... Pleasant."
"Get comfortable for the moment. You won't be my only course for long." Deceit polished off the noodles and the broth.
The chopsticks were replaced with a knife, fork and spoon. A salt and pepper shaker appeared next to the candle that lit the table and the single yellow rose in a thin vase, alongside a butter dish. The bowl was whisked away by a nameless waiter.
Deceit sipped his wine while Logan settled down in the pit of his belly. A soft moan left him and a hand settled on his stomach.
After a few more long seconds, a small plate was brought out.
On it sat a half foil wrapped baked potato, cut down the middle, the insides already fluffed. A small mound of cheese sat to the side. Patton was also in the potato, blushing as he looked up at Deceit.
"Hey, Dee."
"Pleasure to see your sweet little face." Deceit removed the foil and widened the opening a little more. "Though I guessed I'd see you in dessert, not my appetizer."
"This meal is just full of surprises, huh?" He chuckled as Deceit cut a healthy pat of butter before putting it on Patton. "How was Logan?"
"Satisfying." He gave his stomach a firm pat. "Cover your face." He lightly salted and peppered the potato.
Patton scooted back as Deceit dug a fork into the meat of the potato. "I hope you enjoy it, really, we tried really hard to make it tasty for you."
He ate a few bites of potato, eyes briefly shutting with pleasure at the smooth, buttery flavour.
Patton was picked up on the next forkfull. He briefly noted the onesie on Patton before easing him into his mouth. Deceit managed to cram Patton a little inelegantly into his mouth and just held the miniature side.
His tongue pinned him to the roof of his mouth while he swallowed potato then let Patton squirm around.
While cheese was sprinkled on the rest of the potato, he felt his lips part. Deceit lifted his spoon and saw his reflection. Patton had a leg out, readjusting.
Deceit slid his head back and gulped deeply. Patton slid down into his throat, disappearing with a smooth 'gulck' noise.
Warmth filled his stomach as Patton spilled onto Logan. Deceit kept a hand on his firmed belly.
"Buttery and smooth, Patton." He stroked his stomach teasingly. "Everyone comfortable?"
Logan relayed they were and Deceit continued with the potato.
The utensils refreshed themselves and his wine glass filled. He took a few more sips and then his salad came out.
Roman was sitting among the berries and vegetables, covered in raspberry vinegarette, looking embarrassed as he tried to cover his bare chest.
He only wore gym shorts.
"My my." He softly whispered, taking a little bit of the vinegarette on his finger and licking it. "Don't you look scrumptious?"
Roman blushed hard. "I, uh.... I lost the position of main course."
Deceit picked up his fork and picked Roman up first thing. He hummed quietly, appraising Roman. He knew the light, delicate flavor of the side and did enjoy it, but he was trying to decide if he'd swallow him first or wait.
He decided to wait.
And wait he did, Deceit let the last of the honestly delicious salad settle in his belly before turning his attention to Roman.
"Are you finished?" Roman was sitting in the bottom of the bowl, covered in little bits of vegetable.
"I was saving the big mouthful for last." He licked his lips. "I do enjoy the creative sides flavours so much."
Roman glanced away as he was picked up in the end of a spoon.
Deceit licked his lips before opening wide and sliding Roman in his mouth. He was thoroughly prodded and tasted by Deceit's tongue before being slipped down his throat.
Deceit sighed deeply as his stomach started to swell under his fingers. He had started to be full as soon as Patton was in, but now, with another course and a half inside him, he was quite full.
Pressure built in his gut as Roman got settled, and he tried to stifle the belch that resulted.
"Excuse me." He stroked his outward bulging stomach. "Ready for the main?"
"It's a little cramped." Patton's little voice floated out from behind his shirt. "Maybe don't eat so much of the dishes."
"I intend to clean my plate." Deceit continued to rub his stomach, full to the brim on light sides. "This meal is just so delicious. My compliments to the chefs."
The miniature sides settled after a minute and Deceit had to suppress another burp as the main course was set before him.
Remus was suggestively sprawled across a bed of rice, the garnish clamped between his teeth. He wore nothing but his underwear and a single sock.
"Hello, Dee." He smirked and stroked his chest, smearing the sauce he and the plate were drizzled in. "Like what you see?"
"I do." Deceit took a bite of rice and slowly swallowed.
Remus whined and sat up. "C'mon, Dee. I love having food fill up a tum around me!"
He rested the fork tines against Remus' chest and pushed him back to laying down. "Be patient. You will be eaten in time."
"But... But!" He whined loudly. "I want to snuggle with the others while you eat! Feel the mush fill up your sexy gut!"
Deceit continued to eat rice, ignoring Remus' whining.
Eventually, a fork slipped under Remus' rear and scooped him up. Remus had one hand balancing himself as he was raised to Deceit's mouth.
"Yes, finally!" He grinned and squirmed a little on the fork. "Eat me!"
Deceit opened up and Remus nearly jumped in. He hummed quietly as Remus squirmed into his mouth, tasting the miniature side.
Remus had a much more earthy taste than his twin. More raw and natural. Kind of like a mushroom, especially with how he'd seasoned himself.
Deceit tilted his head back and swallowed deeply.
One hand rested on his stomach while the other wiped his mouth. Remus loved to squirm, and he'd gotten the sauce everywhere.
He could feel the squirming in his belly and sat back in the chair, ruining his posture for the moment. He could feel the weight of the other sides in his stomach, resting against his spine and other internal organs.
His shirt pulled at the buttons around his stomach and he softly massaged his gurgling belly. A muffled argument reached his ears while they settled, and Deceit softly belched.
They were just all so delicious deep in his stomach, and he still had the rest of this plate and dessert to go.
After a long minute of him just leaned back, enjoying the full sensation and sipping his wine, he went back to the plate.
Remus squirmed excitedly in his belly as it filled and Deceit had to bite back a moan. He had gluttonous tendencies, he just tried to hide them so his posh reputation wasn't ruined.
Dessert was served, and his shirt showed a little of his stomach from where it pulled on the buttons.
Virgil was lounging in a little coffee cup, in his regular attire. On the plate was a thick wedge of black forest cake. It made his mouth water as he leaned forward, propping an elbow up on the table.
"Oh you boys spoil me with these treats." He softly moaned as he waved the wine glass away.
Virgil moved a little in the cup and have a little handwave as an acknowledgement.
"Hello to you too, Virgil." He picked up the cup in both hands. "I didn't think I'd see you here."
"Roman said I'd taste best here." He was bright red and he sunk down a little.
"And right he was." Deceit took a little sip of the decaf coffee, and he felt someone kick at his stomach. It was delightful.
He dug into the cake, ambitions lowered a little. Nobody would believe Virgil if he said that Deceit was secretly a glutton.
That was Remus' "thing" when it came to predatory nature. To be a glutton. It couldn't also be Deceit, dressed up in a suit for most of his time when he had a stomach full of prey.
"Phenomenal." Deceit softly moaned after swallowing a bite of cake. "Compliments to the chef for this wonderful meal." He gave his stomach a firm pat.
His eyes flicked to Virgil, who was staring at his stomach, blushing deeply.
"Like what you see?" He leaned back and rested a hand on his bloated stomach, swollen with food and the other sides.
Virgil looked away, beet red.
Deceit reached over and plucked Virgil out of the cup and settled him against the half eaten cake.
"What are you doing?" Virgil squirmed.
"Having a little coffee with my cake." He scooped Virgil up with a nice bite of cake. "Surely you don't mind?"
Virgil glanced down at Deceit's stomach, which gurgled with perfect timing. He glanced up at Deceit and shook his head. "I - I volunteered to be dessert."
Deceit slid the anxious little side into his mouth and moaned slightly at the taste. He was almost bitter, but the whipped cream and the rich chocolate cake made it just delicious.
Virgil squirmed slightly on his tongue as Deceit licked at the little man.
With a sigh, Deceit swallowed. He stroked his throat, feeling the little lump slip down into his chest.
His hands settled on his stomach and he sighed happily. He was so deliciously full. He softly patted his bloated stomach and then went back to his cake and decaf coffee.
Soon, he was leaned back in his chair, and he finished untying his tie and started to unbutton his shirt around his stomach to let it have room, and also to stop the shirt from stretching. He unbuttoned his pants and propped his feet up on the table, picking some vegetable out of his teeth with a toothpick.
The weight was comfortable and wonderful in his lap. The little squirms were heavenly against his fingertips.
He'd kill for meals like this more often, but the rarity is what makes them so incredible.
Teeth clean, Deceit softly started to rub his stomach with one hand, sighing happily. "The meal was first-rate. I'll be going to bed soon. Is everyone comfortable?"
General agreement.
Deceit nodded and kept massaging his stomach lovingly. He thoroughly enjoyed the meal, he wasn't letting the fullness go to waste.
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.
