this is an erotic vore story. do not read this unless you want to read about vore. also, do not repost it to blogs labeled "safe for work," tag it as "safe for work," or share it with minors.
Additional warnings: the digestion in this is safe and pleasurable for the prey, but it's also a little bit...grindy? crushy?? I wouldn't describe it as graphic or gorey; it's mostly just very rough squeezing, but do exercise caution if you think that might upset you.
Additional Notes: If some details in this seem oddly specific, that's because this is technically redacted f4nd0m vore, lol. I sincerely doubt that there's enough here for anyone to glean the source material, but on the off chance you think you know what this is a f4nf1c of, please do not type the name of it in the comments. I do not want this showing up in non-vore related search results!
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You're sitting in her lap, snuggled up against her chest, when you hear a wet, grindy rumble that tapers off into a high, squelchy gurgle. You sit up straighter, and angle your neck so that you can see her face. She gazes down at you with her usual stoic expression, but you notice her pupils are slitted. Being near you must be triggering her hunting instincts.
With some difficulty, you wrap an arm around her shoulder -- she's nearly two feet taller than you, but when you're sitting like this it becomes possible, though you have to stretch your arm a bit. Her thin pupils dart along with your motions, locking on to your every movement.
"Sweetheart," you say with gentle concern in your voice, as you caress behind her neck. She feels very tense. "Your tummy doesn't sound so good. Do you need something to eat?"
She shakes her head, though her pupils remain fixed in your direction as she does so. "I'm used to it," she says in her usual soft, flat tone, "I can control myself."
"That's not what I mean," you say, frowning as you massage up along her scalp -- she's sensitive there; you feel her untense a little as you do so. "You know you can have me whenever you want, right?"
She wraps her own arm around you, and exerts just enough force to press you back against her chest. Despite her overwhelming physical strength, she's always so careful and gentle with you. "I want you out here. So I can hold you, and kiss you."
"Okay," you say, smiling a little. She might be famously intimidating, but you've never been able to get over how just sweet she can be when she's comfortable. "How about I make an order for someone? Would that be alright?"
"Only if you want to." Her hold on you tightens just a little. "I'll manage just fine."
"If you insist," she says, smoothing your hair. You hear her stomach again; this time the sound is a deep, gravelly grumble that you can feel ripple across her belly. That can't be comfortable, you think. You hope her stomach will settle once she's fed.
"I do want to." You nuzzle into her chest, and give her a little kiss between her breasts. "It's not good for you to go without prey for so long. Your body needs those kinds of meals to be healthy. It's nothing to feel bad about."
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Hours later, she lies on her back, resting under the weight of her well-fed belly. You press into the top of it, and she groans a little as you start to rub. You've just finished feeding her a three-course, homecooked meal, along with three prey you found through one of those "prey for pay" apps -- lots of people find her attractive, so it's never hard to find someone a little bit too eager to spend the evening in her guts, but you really lucked out this time. Everything must be packed nice and tight in there.
"Yes," she says, her breath hitching, "It does." Her previously slitted pupils are now blown wide.
"Good girl," you say, lowering your voice into a more soothing tone. You think you hear her stifle a whimper as you press down a little harder. "I bet all of that food feels so good inside your belly."
"I'm so glad," you say, leaning in to give her a little kiss around her navel, where the bulge in her upper gut starts to round down. Then, using both hands, you start to massage strong circles into crest of her belly; her stomach is firm and full underneath the soft layer of her paunch. "You feel so taut. It's really stretching you out, isn't it?" You continue pushing and rubbing. Her breaths have become deep and heavy, and if you listen closely, you can hear the quiet little grunts and moans she can't help but let out. "Your stomach must be filled to the brim."
It sounds like it would be unpleasant, but being digested has always been your favorite part of feeding yourself to her. The sensation is almost like an impossibly warm and tight hug that squuezes you right at your core, that pulses up and down your entire body until you feel all flushed and fuzzy. You're sure whoever's in there is having a great time.
As you continue to rub, you feel the surface of her belly tremble a little as it starts to rumble and gurgle. Her stomach must be starting to release its first round of digestive juices, the ones meant for regular food. Soon, her digestive contractions will strengthen, and her gut will start to secrete a special mixture of gastric acids and extra-strong enzymes meant to help her break down whole prey. Her gut muscles, which are far stronger than those of a human, will start to wring and knead her food until it's optimized for absorption, stirred up into a thick, bubbly slop meant to be gulped down into her intestines and taken into her body as nourishment.
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It's so tight that you can barely even wiggle around. Plush, slimey stomach lining smothers you on one side, while you're packed into a dense mass of mush on all others. You can hear and feel strong, bassy rumbles tremble up through you as they work their way to the top of the stomach, as well as some thick, wet burbling and gurping sounds coming from deep in the belly, where things have just started to soften. Every now and then, a firm but gentle squeeze rolls over your body, pressing you against the rest of the massive, doughy bolus the pred's stomach has worked her meal into. Sometimes, the stomach wall pushes right into you, and something on the other side of the lining begins to knead over and around your body with brutal force, almost as if it's trying to crush you, smearing you with slimey stomach mucus and secretions in the process. You can hear the pred's heart thumping fast and hard, hear her breaths quicken between her hums and sighs.
You've never been digested like this, as mere part of a meal rather than the main course. Nor have you ever been inside a belly glutted so full of food, inside a stomach where every last fold has been stretched out to its absolute limit. Your own stomach turns pleasurably at the thought of how surfieted your devourer must be, how huge and heavy her belly must feel, bulging out from her middle, bursting with the satiating bulk of her dinner. You decide you'll do your best to be still and agreeable for her. Right now, you want nothing more than to be a good meal, to settle in her stomach and digest pleasingly, to help make her belly feel warm and weighty and full.
A thick, guttral churning sound starts from somewhere deep inside her belly, and soon, you feel slop shifting and stirring around you as her gut begins to wring you in a slow, crushing motion. Pressure tears into your core as her stomach grips you tighter and tighter, and you shiver, your mind and body fuzzy with a pleasurable sort of dread, as her gut practically *chews* you with its insurmountable, pulsing rings of pure muscle. Thick, bubbly glorps and meaty gurps start to sound around you as her belly continues to macerate its dinner -- you -- with vigorus, grinding churns and relentless force. A warm buzz begins on your skin and quicky works its way deeper inside you, until you feel flushed and tingly in your core. Deep gurgles and gurns rumble though you, and the edges of your being become fuzzy as you're smothered in gastric slime and slop. You know the pred must be able to feel you succumbing to digestion, feel the rich mass of her dinner breaking down into a thick, nourishing stew with little resistance, her meal pleasing her with every pleasant churn and stirr that works its way up to her belly's brim from its pit.
TW: Mention of safe, non-fatal digestion, reformation
I know I said I enjoy digestion, but I try to always say that it's always all safe, painless and gooey (no blood and gore), even when it's a bastard character. I don't enjoy the idea of getting unalived in such a grotesque way. At all. I also don't like the idea that in the world where vore is normalized anyone can just be plucked up and killеd randomly. I always try to avoid this kind of content, even if it's only implied. Vore for me is comfort.
Getting digested by a pred for me is also for comfort, for the idea of adding some pudge to them and giving energy and/or even becoming one with them temporarily while being able to talk and feel, and in both scenarios you just come back to hug and cuddle the pred. I, of course and obviously, absolutely love endosoma or just keeping prey in a pred's belly for some time. You don't need to doubt that. But I just want to convey that I enjoy digestion not because I enjoy the thought of someone getting murdеred, but because I love it as a gesture of prey and pred getting as close as it's physically possible with each other, helping each other and such.
Please, try to understand me. If you think I'm a wuss - that's your problem, not mine. And I don't need to be "vibe checked" or have the "reality kick in" I hate you if you say that. If you love vore for its grotesque side then you can go to Ekа's and have it all for yourself. Please don't try to drag me onto that side.
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I made it for a reason. If I will need to post it under every piece I do, be it writing or art, then so be it.
This is very self indulgent and I know I’m a day ahead but I won’t be able to write anything tomorrow, so here it is: The valentine’s day short story.
961 words.
contains: Male stuffing, Safe/Soft Vore, Safe digestion.
You smile and give off a slight giggle as you drive your car into the driveway of your house. It was valentine’s day, and you and your boyfriend have a very special plan that you couldn’t wait to get into action. You thought about it all day during work, and now, it’s time.
You got out of your car, shivering a little. It was dark and snowing outside, so it’s best to hurry up and get in. You went to your trunk and got out several very full paper bags. You close your trunk and then rush into the house. You close the door and then go into the living room only to find a very appealing sight before you.
Your boyfriend, in all his glory, was sitting on the couch, reading a book. Your boyfriend was a big man, being six foot eight and fat. His stomach was huge, to the point he could use it as a desk for his computer (which he does often), it filled his lap halfway and was just a marvel to look at, but his other features weren’t anything to sneeze at either. He had a big flabby butt, along with some chunky thighs and arms and some firm moobs. He wasn’t wearing anything special, just a white long sleeve shirt and gray sweatpants. Both clung onto his massive frame tightly, but comfortably. It looked snug.
You smiles as you brought the bags to the living room and sat next to your boyfriend and set the bags on the floor near you. Your boyfriend sighed and gave you a smile as he put away his book on the table next to him. “How are you?” He asked, leaning in and giving you a kiss. “I’m doing good. You know what time it is?” You said, hinting at what’s to come.
Grrrrrooowwwwwlllll
You boyfriends stomach did the talking. He gave it a pat and you watched it jiggle slightly. You smile as you gave his stomach a kiss and then brought out one thing out of the bags. It was a dozen chocolate cream filled donuts. “Oh, you got my favorite.” He said. You snuggled up your boyfriend, and opened up the dozen. You took one of the donuts out and put it at your boyfriends mouth, who quickly opened up and ate it in one bite. “I got twelve dozen of these.” You say as you bring out two more donuts. “Twelve dozen? So a dozen dozen in this belly. I think I can take it.” He said confidently as you shoved two donuts in his mouth, which he gladly ate.
And that’s just how it went for half of the dozens of donuts. Just mindlessly feeding your boyfriend while he mindlessly eats and makes sly comments. Halfway through, you noticed that his shirt started to roll up. Only a small sliver of the belly was shown, but you smirk and rub his belly a little. “Hey, don’t get distracted now. I’m still hungry.” you boyfriend said, and you obliged, feeding him more.
You fed him more and more, just loss in the moment, not a care in the world. Snow falls outside the window during the dark hours of the night as you just shove more food into your big warm boyfriend. But all things must come to an end as you ran out of donuts.
You looked at your boyfriend with a smile and then at his belly. it has certainly grown, the small sliver shown is now bigger, now the shirt rolls up to just beneath the belly button. Gurgles could be heard from within the behemoth of a stomach as you patted it and rubbed small circles around it. “Ah... Finally full.” He said as he looked at how mesmerized you were by his belly. He smirked, “But I suppose I could go for some more.” And without warning, he hoisted you up onto his belly. You crotch on the top of his belly while your legs still touched the cushion and side arm of the couch.
“Give me a minute...”
URRRRRRRP
“Ah, there we go. Made some room for ya.” He gave you a cocky grind while you were just giddy and ready for what’s to come. He opened his moth and pointed at it, giving you a clear sign on what to do next. You went into his mouth, head first. From there, you boyfriend did the rest of the work. He slowly slid you down his mouth and into his throat. You couldn’t help but be really excited over this, and helped by wiggling down his throat. Eventually, your feet was in his maw and with one last gulp, you were in his belly.
His stomach expanded exponentially, filling out his lap easily. His shirt rolled up to the top as you found yourself in a very compact stomach filled with sugary sweets. You moved around a little, finding a spot that felt the most comfortable to you as you went into a fetal position, and heard...
UUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP
“Ah... You fill me up love.” He said as you could feel him pat the wall of where you (temporarily) live now: his stomach. You felt the churning of acid in his stomach got you ready to be digested along with the rest of the food. You smiled and closed your eyes waiting to be apart of your boyfriend once more.
In the morning, you open your eyes in bed, your boyfriend sleeping right next to you. It’s a sad thing that all things must come to an end, you wanted to stay in that belly forever, bot... You don’t mind looking at it. You peaked under the covers.
His belly seems to be a lot bigger now, all thanks to your hard work. You giggle to yourself. Holidays are the best.
Welcome to this tasty little corner of tumblr! This is a vore-themed ask blog dedicated to some sweet edible candy creatures, and will feature mostly willing safe vore, painless gooey digestion, and reformation, as well as some painless candy gore.
Here are some ground rules:
No NSFW/sexual asks, this is a nonsexual blog
No porn, irl vore, or irl weight gain blog interactions, you will be blocked and reported
General DNI stuff (no racists/lgbtphobes/terfs/exclusionists/p*dos, you will be blocked and reported)
This is not a fearplay/cruel/fatal blog, so try to steer away from those subjects here
No spamming asks/roleplay requests, I’m a person with a life
Where others would go insane you found happiness and comfort, staying next to the god who made you feel safe despite his nature.
Fandom: King in Yellow
2 endings: Endosoma and Sentient fat
(Endosoma is posted before Sentient fat)
Words: 3811/4213/5011
CW: gooey non-fatal digestion, reformation mention, eldritch pred
This was one of the most unexpected things that could’ve ever happened to you. Nothing could have possibly prepared you for such an outcome, yet you didn’t complain, because this is, perhaps, the greatest outcome you could’ve wished for.
It was a weekend, and right now you were sitting in the embrace of an eldritch god, who was known through a certain book and stageplay by many as the King in Yellow… Hastur himself… He was gently caressing your back and giving you gentle scratches, purring as you massaged his chest. It all happened so strangely- You found the book, but despite knowing that it will drive you insane you still read it, your curiosity was eating at you. Yet even after the second chapter you still felt fine, you were fascinated with what you’ve read! The true meaning of life, the meaning behind the humankind… It shocked and maybe scared you a bit, but nothing really drove you insane. After this you did get a bit obsessive though, making one of your rooms into a small shrine to show your appreciation to the King, sacrificing him food and some cute things like plushies, cozy blankets. You didn’t dare to gift monetary things or jewelry; you knew the King does not wear a crown or fancy rich gifts…
After some time you found one of his belongings… a cute handmade pin with his symbol on it… You took it with you and added to your shrine, but you possessing it now made the King come over to you personally. He stood in the middle of your room, looming over you, obviously being so much taller than an average human being. His yellow robes gently swayed and moved around like they were alive, ribbons carefully inspected you as you just stood there, frozen, too stunned to do anything. He was wearing a pale, ceramic mask that covered his face, yet allowed you to clearly see his shiny, black and gold eyes that were shaped like one of a cuttlefish. The King reached his palm out to you and asked to give his pin back, but you didn’t move, just staring at him… You carefully took his hand and kissed the back of it, stroking it gently, which left Hastur dumbfounded- “What do you think you are doing?” he wanted to ask, but didn’t get a chance as you came closer and hugged him, nuzzling his silky robes…
“I am not sure what is happening within your mind, but I did not come to play your games, young one.” King spoke in a stern tone, taking you and gently pulling away from himself.
“My apologies, my King… I just never thought I…would actually see you personally…” you start, “It’s so unbelievable, it’s something I’ve been wishing for since I’ve read your book! And now you are here!” a smile spreads across your face as you reach to gently rub the mask, “I will return your pin, my King, just please, let me spend some time with you… At least 5 minutes…”
To say that Hastur was appalled is to say nothing. Mortals rarely react to his existence in any way but screaming in absolute horror and going crazy. Some ask for mercy, some ask to serve him just to save their skin, but you- What even are you? What drives you to be so fascinated by the eldritch god of knowledge and chaos, decadence and insanity? Yet… Despite feeling lost Hastur also felt intrigued, fascinated… Because it is indeed a rare sight… And to tend to his curiosity he decided to agree to stay with you for a bit. This made you so happy…
The next 5 minutes you just spent in his embrace, hugging the large being and snuggling in his robes. The ribbons were wrapping around you in a sort of hug, rubbing and gently squeezing you as they felt how relaxed you were. Amazing… so stunning… And you were just happy to feel his warmth, be caressed and stroked… Since then the King would regularly visit you. He ultimately made a decision to let you keep his pin, so he could easily find you and come to you no matter where you were, visit you and tend to you… Hastur never thought that he will grow so attached to a simple human, yet there he was, now laying with you on a sofa and hugging you… He usually wasn’t too talkative, he was a being of action rather than speech. He would ask simple questions like if you are hungry or tired, or would like to go anywhere on walks, but very often he’d bring you nice and comfy clothes, would brush your hair, help you take baths, give you massages and such, gift you pastries he baked himself. Too bad you couldn’t tell anyone about him… Hastur would be fun at parties! The King enjoyed simple walks in parks, forests or mountains the most. Considering his natural ability to teleport almost wherever he’d like, traveling around with him was so wonderful! In a blink of an eye you both could go anywhere your hearts desired, admire the nature, the culture, everything the earthly places had to offer… And no matter how much you stayed with the King you were always as fascinated by him as ever… So now you were wrapped up in his robes, hugged and caressed, enjoying a moment before Hastur would leave again…
This would be yet another calm day, if not for you finding out a very specific trait of the eldritch god. He enjoyed grooming himself from time to time- Perhaps your ideas about his robes being a part of him aren’t so bizarre now. You were watching TV together as that happened, he just suddenly turned a bit away and started licking his arm. You did spot a wound there, so maybe it was the cause-
“Hey, Hassie? Is everything alright?” you asked him, gently rubbing his back.
“Ah? Yes, everything is indeed alright.” King replied as he looked at you, “My apologies, but I am trying to seal my wound up faster so it would stop bothering me.” he explained before continuing.
You watched him gently brush his silky looking tongue against the surface of his robe and skin, blushing a bit at the sight- His wound indeed sealed up quite fast after this, leaving a small scar behind, just as you were about to offer him bandages. But you also kept thinking of this- Of how his tongue would feel, how nice it would be and how you also want to get a cute tongue bath-
“Um… Hastur-? I know it’s going to sound really weird, but- Can you please tongue bathe me-?” you ask, stumbling on your words a bit.
“Did I hear you correctly, dear?” King looked at you, “You wish to be tongue bathed by me?”
“Y-yes-“ your face turned a bit red in embarrassment, “How you were cleaning your arm looked so… nice and cute… And your tongue looks so soft and silky…” you almost whisper to him.
“I never thought that humans are interested in such activities and would give such compliments.” King tilted his head.
“It’s quite unnatural, really… It’s considered a kink or a fetish in some ways.” you shrug a bit, “We don’t tongue bath each other, you know?”
“That I know, of course. It is just odd to hear from a human, but I am not here to judge you.” the King carefully made you lay down before he leaned down to you, “Are you sure you want this? I would not want to make you uncomfortable.”
“Oi-!” you blush deeply as this massive hunk of a beast leans down to you, “I- I don’t! At all! It will be an honor really!” you giggle a bit like an absolute fool, going silent and gasping as he started to undress you, knowing clothes are not a part of you. And did you stop him? No. Why would you? You really wanted this and you were struggling to hold yourself away from just hugging and kissing him all over. He left your underwear and tank top on though.
Once your clothes were off Hastur’s hot breath brushed against your skin, tickling it a bit, and then you felt a very gentle and soft lick against your belly… His tongue was just as soft and silky like his robes… Made you think that perhaps you are right, the yellow tattered clothes are indeed a part of him- But you clean your head off of any thoughts as you just start to enjoy the process, relaxing~ Hastur’s thick tongue gently brushed against your body, coating you in a thin layer of slime and saliva as he was determined to cover every inch of you, besides the private parts- Eldritch god was starting to purr, blushing as he enjoyed this little odd session, and so you were getting flustered, blushing as well as you hugged the King…
A very strange thought ran through your mind… You gently rubbed Hastur’s head, scratching it and making him purr even louder, all while thinking of him… eating you… A shiver went down your spine- Just why did you think of it?! Hastur noticed your distress and immediately stopped, and involuntarily listening to your thoughts-
“My dear, what’s wrong?...” he asked, putting his mask back on, sitting up and putting you on his lap, “Is everything alright?...”
“Y..yes… Yes, I’m sorry for interrupting you, I just remembered something- weird- You know?” you gesture a bit as you tried to excuse yourself.
“…” the King just stared at you for some time before gently stroking your head, “I… accidentally looked into your mind and… saw what you wanted me to do-“ he said a bit awkwardly and shyly-
Well, that sent you into a panicking fit as you trembled and held onto Hastur’s robe, “N-no! Please, don’t say anything! Don’t even keep this in mind, it was just a weird thought!” he most likely knew you are a bit of a vorarephiliac, but since he is a creature not familiar with human behavior you’ve got scared he may actually do this to you-
“Even if I would eat you it would be safe, my dear.” he says, petting you gently and stroking your back to calm you down, “I can easily control my acids, and if I do digest you I could reform you with no trouble. And the process itself isn’t painful in the slightest.” King explains, carefully brushing your hair with his claws. Wait, so… he was okay with this? And- it’s all safe?...
“I… I didn’t think you would be into this kind of thing…” you say.
“Ah, I have a big village and a huge palace with loads of people under my care. I did meet some like you before and they trust me with eating them.” he held his hand at his core, smiling a bit behind a mask, “I would not hurt someone who trusts and helps me, and I definitely would never hurt someone I love and adore.” King leaned down and gave you a gentle kiss.
You blushed and froze a bit, looking up at him before carefully hugging and nuzzling him. Hastur just gently rubbed your back and gave you gentle scratches.
“If you would like to try this I am ready to provide. Just make sure to not punch and scratch me too much.” King chuckled, squishing your cheeks gently.
“Owki-“ you chuckled as he squished your cheeks. You took his hands and gently rubbed them, “Alright… I think I’m ready-“ a slightly nervous sigh escapes you.
“Alright, my dear. But please, if you will panic too much just tell me to spit you out. I will not keep you trapped within my gut.” Hastur says, smiling softly, “Would you like me to engulf you feet first or head first?”
Now that was a tough question- Do you want to gaze down a pulsing abyss as you slide down a tight, slimy gullet to the King’s tight stomach as he rubs your sides and tastes you? Or do you want to see him slowly swallow you, inching up your body, lapping at you and holding your hand for comfort? Goodness, that was so hard…
“Feet first please…” you whisper, looking away shyly, but leaning into a pet once Hastur gently rubbed your cheek.
“Then so be it.” he nodded, leaning down to nuzzle your head and kiss it.
You smile and giggle, scritching underneath Hastur’s chin to make him purr and taking his mask off. King leans down to peck your cheek, smiling and hugging you. Soon he moves backwards a bit and leans down to your legs. His eyes glanced at you, watching to make sure you still were fine with this idea and didn’t change your mind. Seeing your pink from blushing face was like a signal that he can start. King carefully took your feet in his mouth and started to engulf, going down your legs slowly and gently to not scare you… His plush tongue brushed against your flesh, tasting it and leaving trails of slime and saliva, soft flesh pulsed around them with every light gulp. It felt so nice and relaxing, even if strange… Your toes could feel warm, slimy flesh… Once King reached your hips you weren’t ashamed anymore, you were just content, enjoying the pulsing of his throat as he swallowed more of you. Hastur wasn’t teasing you and was very gentle, only licking at your sides sometimes for more flavor.
Soon you felt your toes press against the floor of his stomach. That made you flinch, but you calmed down quickly as King held your hand. His shiny eyes were filled with worry and care as he stopped swallowing, making sure you are okay… “I’m… I’m good…” you nodded, smiling and gently squeezing his hand. He nodded and continued, getting to your chest, then neck, leaving only your arms and head… It was so weird, so surreal, but here you are, with almost your whole body engulfed… King’s soft insides pulsed around you, trying to pull you down more, yet he kept you still, waiting for you to give him a sign that you are ready to be swallowed fully… Once you nod he carefully slurps the rest of you up and finally gulps you down, rubbing over the large bulges you were making on his chest and abdomen. It was a fast trip, and soon you were in a slightly cramped, silky stomach- Hastur muffled a belch and laid down onto his side, exhaling and rubbing his belly.
You were in a slight shock for some time before you finally made a move, reaching to touch a surprisingly soft and smooth wall- Around the flesh some patterns were drawn around, emitting a soft glow that lit up the place enough for you to see. Walls made it looked like you were inside a ball made out of bandages, like a mummy- They had a dark violet color, had weird “seams” on them and were just a bit slimy, not enough to soak you. Suddenly though a seam opened up and you saw an eye, which made you squeak in fear.
“Ah, my apologies, my dear!” Hastur said, closing that eye- “I just wanted to make sure you are alright in there… You did not make a sound until now…”
“Oi, I- I’m quite okay, just- maybe a bit shocked…” you reply, sighing a bit shakingly before sitting up as best as you could and rubbing the silky walls, “Weird belly, patterns, eyes… Well- you are an eldritch god after all!” you chuckled.
“Yes, yes… Those eyes are were so I could see my prey and make sure they are feeling alright and don’t need any medical attention. I did have one cultist who lost his consciousness once I swallowed him-“ King rubbed the back of his head, a bit embarrassed.
“To be honest I’m kinda surprised I didn’t-“ you giggle shyly, “It was a bit scary- I… This whole being eaten thing is usually just a fantasy, you know?..”
“Yes, I understand. But you can rest assured that no matter what course of actions you will chose from that point on – you will be safe and sound.” Hastur said, patting his belly and feeling over the bulges you were making.
“Course of actions… Well for now I would like to just- rest here…” you said, carefully lying down and listening to soft growls of King’s gut. Huh… this is just how you imagined it in your mind… Soft, warm… The steady breathing of the King was like a song, his core vibrated and made soft “beats” to accompany the atmosphere. The more you listened the more you relaxed and enjoyed it, smiling and nuzzling the soft walls, rubbing them, which made Hastur purr happily, “This…is so nice…” you whispered, gently rubbing between the “ribbons” of the stomach, “I like it…”
“Mmm… I’m glad you are starting to enjoy it, my dear.” King rubbed his belly, “I wouldn’t want to hurt you or scare you this way, I hope you know that.”
“Of- of course. It’s just that primal fear that almost overtook me…” you nod.
“I understand it.” Hastur purred, summoning ribbons inside his stomach for them to wrap around you in a hug, “If you would want anything from me then please just ask.”
“Alrighty, thank you, Hastur.” you smiled and snuggled up within the silky ribbons. Your curiosity did take you over a little and you started to fidget a bit. You rubbed a bit at the pyloric sphincter, and that made Hastur jump, which in turn shook you. Oh well- better not touch it- You collected some slime, squishing it and humming. It was warm and soft, wet, of course. Oddly, it smelled of bananas and some lemons… You noticed eyes watching you, so you smiled and waved, showing that you are just exploring before you’d make a next move.
Endosoma ending
A couple of hours passed, at least it felt like it. King was trying to watch a TV, but from feeling so full, since he was much smaller than his regular size as he ate you, he was napping right now. You didn’t mind, resting as well as the churning and the soft gurgles cradled you. That was quite the best rest you’ve gotten in the past few years- King didn’t squirm at all and didn’t even snore. He was laying on a sofa, covered with a fluffy duvet, hand serving as a support for his head. He would occasionally make strange yet silent “growls” that sounded like that of a lion, but it didn’t exactly have a follow up. Sometimes his ribbons would squish his belly gently and hug it, acting on their own accord in a way, or the King was just acting in his sleep. This whole thing made you very happy, especially the little hugs.
Staying inside a belly like that still was a little weird, but quite fine. You didn’t think this would be possible, but here you are. You looked around again, looking at the glinting patterns and watching the walls squeeze as they churned. Stomach was growling softly, faintly, and would occasionally churn around you. A soft sigh escaped you as you reached to rub more, brushing against the soft flesh, getting your palms a bit slimy. If only you could bring snacks to this place- Might as well leave it only for work and studies. Hmm… You probably should ask him about the snacks part-
Quite soon though the King woke up, yawning and stretching nicely, which squeezed you just a bit and woke you up as well.
“Oh goodness-“ an eye in his belly saw you awakened, “My deepest apologies… I didn’t want to wake you up…”
“No no, it’s okay. I wasn’t sleeping for quite a while now!” you stretched too, “If I’d sleep for any more I wouldn’t be sleeping this night.” you chuckled and patted a wall, “Do you want to let me go or can I stay for some more time?”
“As much as I would love to stay for longer and keep you inside I need to go back to my palace.” King rubbed his belly gently, “You are not ready to leave with me yet.”
You nodded, sighing and sitting up carefully, pushing a bit against esophageal sphincter. Hastur held back a burp and went to get a basin and towels before carefully pushing up the bottom of his belly, starting to regurgitate you. Walls squeezed against you a bit hard, pushing you up King’s esophagus towards his throat. It was a challenge to spit out a whole human, even if swallowing them was quite easier for him- Some slime and saliva dripped from his mouth, landing in a basin he prepared just for that. He carefully rubbed the bulges you were making on his chest, making sure you were alright. You had to stop moving almost completely for Hastur to have easier time spitting you out, and after some struggle he finally managed to regurgitate you, letting you lay on a towel.
You were all so slimy and wet, a bit winded, but fine. You wiped the slime off your face and looked up at Hastur, smiling.
“You desperately need a bath.” he said.
“Yeah-“ you giggled, getting picked up in his arms, “Are you gonna help me again?~”
“Of course.” King nodded, carrying you away to a bathroom. He put all your clothes to wash, filled a tub up for you, adding bubbles and flavory soaps, smiling as he scrubbed you with a sponge as he cleaned off all the slime. You were really content with this, smiling happily and leaning into the gentle touch of a god, humming and sometimes reaching to scratch his chin. After a prolonged bath you were dried, dressed up in warm pajamas and fed. King decided that you need some good food after staying inside him for quite a while, so he cooked you a hearty meal and brewed you some green tea with a spoonful of honey.
“Thank you so much, Hastur.” you smiled, “I had a great time with you!”
“I am glad, yes.” Hastur rubbed your head, “It was an interesting experience for me as well, especially feeling you becoming more familiar and trustful of me.” he chuckled, “If you would ever want to just rest inside me then feel free to tell me. I would gladly keep you within my body.”
You nodded, nuzzling up to him, but soon having to say goodbye to him. Of course it wasn’t the final one, and you were excited for his next visit. Just every time he leaves you feel a bit lonely.
Sentient fat ending
You crossed your arms then and started thinking… You thought about King’s words regarding this whole thing. How this is safe even if he digests you and you will just be reformed… He even said it’s not painful… But will it be gory?
“Hastur?” you called.
“What’s the matter?” Hastur asked, rubbing over you.
“Can you please explain your…digestive process? You said it’s not painful and not fatal, but… I’d like to hear more..”
Hastur hummed, realizing what you want to do, and nodded, “Alright, listen then, my dear. The acids my stomach secretes are slimy and gooey, that look a bit like purple caramel of sorts. They only tingle your body gently, but don’t hurt or do any damage while dissolving clothes. Once they seep into your body they will start to gently soften you up, melting you slowly, like you are an ice cream on a hot sunny day.” Hastur was explaining, “After you will fully melt into a colorful mush you will be drained further down my system to get absorbed completely.” he patted his belly gently, “There will be fluffy villi to scoop the mush up and ingest, but you probably will sleep through this.”
You nodded, humming and looking around. That didn’t sound bad, and it did match with how you usually imagined that process… Thinking of it made you smile a bit as you looked into one of the eyes, “Would you like to…let me try this?”
“You want to be digested, my dear?”
“Y..yeah- I kinda do.” you nodded, “But after digesting- is there anything else you can do besides immediately reforming me?”
“Ah yes, of course. I can store you on the pudge your digested form will give me~” King purred, blushing softly, “We will be able to talk, you will feel my every touch, the brush of my silk, and you will be safe and cosy~”
That made you blush- It sounded so nice and perhaps even a bit intimate. Being a part of your beloved King? Even if just for some time? It’s an opportunity you shouldn’t miss! It scared you a bit though, “Will I be okay?”
“You will be. Just like I said before.” King rubbed his belly, patting it, “I will just reform you once you will feel like you had enough of fun.” he chuckled softly.
You hummed, scratching your shoulder shyly before exhaling, “I think I’m certain I want this… I want to become one with you, my King… Want us to be together…” you nuzzled his wall and kissed it.
Hastur smiled, humming softly as he settled down more comfortably both for you and him, “Then settle down nicely, my dear~ It will be warmer soon~” he hums, hearing his belly starting to growl more and a bit louder.
You pressed your hand against where his palm was, smiling before looking around. You spotted some slime starting to drip down from the walls, pooling underneath you lazily and bubbling a bit. You lowered your hand to it, scooping a bit up and feeling just a little bit tingly, but mostly ticklish. It was odd, but also fascinating. The walls around you started churning just a bit, rubbing some acids onto your body so they’d start working. Hastur did watch you still, making sure you were feeling fine, and you indeed were. You smiled as you spotted his eyes again, splashing a bit in the slime as it rose to your hips. You could feel them starting to dissolve your clothes, quite efficiently; your body felt warm, felt like it was getting massaged all over. Such a strange sensation, but god, you loved it~ Leaning down against a wall you started to relax, smiling contently as walls churned, helping the acids with softening you up to soon break your body down.
King was rubbing his belly actively, sloshing it gently and feeling over you. He muffled some burps, but a particularly big one managed to escape him, squeezing you a bit. He was very apologetic, but you just giggled and said it was all fine. No matter how many times he did this he always felt lovely at his core that people trust him like this and are willing to do this. As much as Hastur still didn’t understand why some people wanted this he was ready to give them such comfort, it didn’t take anything from him, it only gave him more affection. And chub- Thankfully his metabolism didn’t require him to work it all off for a long time, it eventually would go away.
At this point you were quite soft and mushy, like a creamy dish of sorts. The sensation was oddly pleasant, vibrations from Hastur’s purring were going through your whole melty body, the churning massaged you and cradled, making you soon start to nod off before you’d get drained further down. To the King it was for the best, it was your first time after all, no need to overwhelm you with all these new feelings. King watched his belly start to slowly shrink down, gurgling happily as it worked around his sweet prey. He blushed, purring louder and closing his eyes to fully dive into the blissful pleasure. Once it was all done his guts let out a final, loud growl, and he let a burp escape him. No shame in some indulgence. King felt your essence settling in within a pudge on his doughy belly, so he reached to put his hand on it and smile.
You gasped and woke up, feeling really weird and not yourself. You could squirm and move a bit, and as you did so you heard King chuckling.
“That tickles~” he hummed.
“Oh! Oh god- I-“ you stutter a bit, squirming more, “I’m- I’m actually a part of you-“ you squeak and make his belly blush, “Your body is so warm and cosy…”
“I told you it will be all fine and pleasant~” King purred, stroking his belly more, “You gave me quite some pudge~ My followers will love it~”
“Wait- You- Are you taking me to the palace?” you ask.
“Yes yes, I think like this it will be all safe.” Hastur nods, getting up carefully and stretching, which made his belly jiggle just a bit, “I will let you go as soon as you will tell me you want to.”
“Aww.. Thank you, my King~” you chuckle, snuggling up on his chub, feeling happy and relaxed, especially as robes brushed against you, “Do your followers give you belly rubs?”
“…Why yes- of course-“ he sounded a bit embarrassed.
“Does that mean all the rubs they will give you I will feel as well-?” you blush too, giggling, “I can’t wait to feel that!”
King blushed even more, making you feel a bit hot even. He wrapped himself up in his robes and made a portal to teleport back to his palace. It’s going to be a wonderful day, you were absolutely sure! Warm and safe, cosy place accompanied with soon to follow belly rubs from Hastur’s followers promised to be absolutely amazing~ You just need to not lose yourself too much in bliss, or you could probably stay here for weeks-
Kinda want to make a Cultist character who doesn't belong to the Yellow Cult, but just exists on his own and eats unfortunate souls who stumble upon his lair. (They are all fine, don't worry)
A weird, but friendly guy, especially when not hungry.
Yeah- I didn't do the colored ref- Because this was on a very thin paper-
One day I will do his proper ref, but for now have the Cultist OC, Kiaan!
He usually eats up poachers, and after that the Nature God decides if he forgives them or punishes. Nothing is ever lethal, but it definitely changes poachers for the best.
Kiaan himself sometimes eats just unfortunate souls who got either lost in the woods or stumbled upon his lair. They are also fine after this, worry not.
