Contains: Soft Vore, Implied Fatal Vore, Half-size Vore, Fearplay, Male Pred, Male Prey, Reader Insert, Gender Neutral Reader, Reader is Observer
Word Count: 1.2K
Everyone knew about the CEO's tendencies. Sure, no one ever asked or mentioned it, but the rumors persisted. Whispered through the bathroom stalls, passed through secret notes at cubicles and desks that were immediately shredded... It wasn't too obvious but regardless, everyone knew.
If you watched closely, you could see the rumor in effect all around you. The lingering stares when the larger co-worker passed through, the presence and confidence he exuded kept everyone in line... Everyone was frightened of him, too nervous to stand up to him or ask questions. He didn't use his power over the company floor to push people into doing things, but they did things for him anyway with the vain hope that it might appease him somehow.
Then there were the disappearances. It wasn't too uncommon for someone to just- stop showing up for work. "Did you see Barbara go home?" "Is Finny on vacation?" It wasn't too often, but it was enough that it lingered in peoples' minds. After a designated two-week period unless otherwise stated, their desks were cleared quietly and someone was hired to fill their place.
You weren't an important person in the mix of things, an intern that had recently graduated to an office worker. You'd heard the whispers and you were smart enough to put the pieces together, but you still weren't entirely sure. After all, no one had claimed to have directly seen him in the act... But you had to admit that there was a possibility.
You knew better than to ask or to pry, being as low-ranked as you were, but you were still curious. You would stare as he passed with intrigue rather than fear. Was it true? Secretly, you hoped you could find out the answer one day. But, you were afraid that the day you found out- it would be the last secret you would know.
But then, it happened. You. You, of all the people on this floor... You were called to the CEO's office. Dread and anticipation mixed together in your chest. You were nervous. What was going to happen? But even stranger was that you weren't called to the office alone. Brady was standing next to you, the man looking pale and just about on the edge of fainting. His fingers were trembling as you took the initiative and pushed the doors open.
"You- called for us, sir?" you asked almost meekly as you both stepped in.
Sure enough, Mr. Talbot was sitting at his neatly-cleaned desk with a sly smile aimed at the two of you. "Yes, yes, so good of you to be on time!" he greeted as he gestured to a set of chairs in front of his desk, "Sit, I want to go over some things with the two of you."
You both hesitated briefly, but it was you who moved first. You stepped forward to take a seat, Brady timidly followed. Mr. Talbot smiled much wider as you both settled, leaning back softly. "You are not in trouble, Mr. Yales, you don't need to be so nervous," he regarded the man next to you gently, who flinched under his attention, "Now then, you are both newer here but you are learning how things work here, yes?" he asked, directing the question to you when Brady only nodded.
"Yes sir," you answered, "It's-" You stopped to think over your word choice. "-Been a learning experience."
Mr. Talbot seemed pleased with your answer. "Good," he replied, "Which of course means that you both probably know why you're here."
A silence raked over you and Brady, a tense and painful one as you both put the pieces together. Mr. Talbot was smiling, but it was getting more and more wicked with each passing moment. Brady blanched five shades and you were certain that your heart skipped a beat. Was- Was he going to- with both of-? A loud and hungry growl from the larger man's stomach cut through your muddled questions, spelling it out without a word.
Brady leapt from his chair first, sweating nervously. "Please, no!" he squeaked, "I don't- I-!" He glanced at you and you could see him line up the idea in his head. He jabbed a finger at you. "T-Take them, they're the newbie! They won't be m-missed-"
But before he could continue, Mr. Talbot had reached out quick as a flash and grabbed both of you by an arm. You yelped, Brady shrieked. "Oh, hush," the larger man dismissed Brady's whining, drool sliding past his grin, "This was already decided beforehand."
With strength that you hadn't expected, Mr. Talbot hefted Brady up by his shirt with one hand- and stuffed his upper body into his mouth. You stood, staring wide-eyed in dumbfounded shock as you watched your boss begin to swallow down the other man like it was nothing special. You couldn't move away, he still had your arm- but you couldn't tear your eyes away from this scene enough to run away besides. Shoving the flailing man in, Mr. Talbot slurped up his legs and swallowed the last of him smoothly.
He sighed in satisfaction, patting his filled belly with his free hand. He then turned his attention to you and you felt your heart drop. "Better," he sighed, then tugged you out of your chair.
You very nearly stumbled into his sizable frame and he chuckled. "I've seen your stares," he purred, "You're the only one that looks with curiosity rather than terror." He paused, studying your shocked face. "So I wanted to propose to you a promotion idea."
You could hear his stomach gurgling from this distance, muffled protests of what was your co-worker a moment ago beneath it. You couldn't bring yourself to react to it properly. "A-A promotion? Sir?" you stuttered with a squeak, looking up.
He kept smiling at you. "Yes," he replied, "I'm in need of a new assistant. My old one got too chatty and... quit." He left the implication in the air as he patted his tummy. "You would report directly to me. It's a simple job, really." He pulled you closer, pushing you against his warm stomach. His suit contained and concealed his belly well enough, but you could still feel the movements inside. "I just need some help from time to time."
"It would be a substantial pay raise. And you could test for the position right now- if you'd just help me with lunch." He lifted your arm to his stomach and placed it there before letting go. "Of course, I still have room if you disagree."
The threat was not lost on you. Helping- by rubbing your boss' belly after a meal? And if you didn't... You considered it briefly, your nerves buzzing in your mind. This was tense. And there was a serious chance that this might not go well. But... You weren't opposed to the idea, in both execution and prospects. You could use the money...
Carefully, you reached up with both hands and began to rub his large tummy . Mr. Talbot hummed in appreciation. "Excellent," he sighed, "Do a good job and you'll be promoted by the end of the day..."
