Okay, so this monster of a fic has been in the works since March and I finally got the inspiration to finish it a few days ago, with me finally finishing it last night.
Now, I was initially apprehensive about writing a vore fic for this fandom because it's a very small fandom. But, if no one else is gonna write vore for them, I will. So, if any normal fans of Family Ties find this on their dashboard, I am so, so sorry.
I might do a Part 2 of this fic if I get a good enough response.
I'd also like to give partial credit to @that-one-fandom-vore-blog, as I took inspiration from a Newsies vore RP we did back in the summer. I also took a little inspiration from their LSOH Shifter!Fic.
If any of you want to watch Family Ties (hope you don't mind me giving you a free commercial), the complete series is on CBS All Access with your subscription. I'm not sponsored (obviously), I just really want you guys to watch Family Ties. Ellen Reed only appears in Season 4 and in the Season 5 finale (because it was actually of a held-back episode from Season 4), but I think she should've become a main character in Season 5.
Okay, so warnings for vore, panic, mention/fear of accidental fatal vore, mention of possible belly kink.
Hope you guys enjoy!
Alex shut the door behind him as he ran into the house. His breathing got more shallow as the seconds passed. He un-did his neck tie in a fruitless attempt to help himself breathe better, but it didn't help.
His stomach continued to growl loudly as he stumbled across the room. He hadn't eaten for... eight hours? Ten? He didn't know. The pangs in his stomach just got worse when he tried to remember how long he had gone without food.
"No, I can't! Not tonight! Not tonight!" Alex shouted as his height began to fluctuate.
He hated being a shifter.
Alex was thirteen when he learned about his... ability. He had missed both breakfast AND lunch that day: breakfast, because all three of the kids were late for school and lunch, because he was too distracted by an extra school assignment he gave himself. One of the held-back eighth graders was bothering Skippy and he had tried to defuse the situation. It was just about to get physical when something in Alex snapped. He felt his height grow until he hit the first floor ceiling of the building and he shoved the eighth grader in his mouth in a nervous attempt to scare him. But the eighth grader kept moving and kicking and fighting, causing Alex's reflexes to kick in and swallow the kid.
He did immediately cough the eighth grader up and a teacher quickly got involved. His parents were called and he spent the rest of the week at home, but he still remembered how awful the next few months were at school. Everyone trying to avoid eye contact with him, the looks on their faces whenever his stomach growled in class, and...
But he couldn't do it tonight. He had promised Ellen that he would--
He didn't have time to think before his height was fully set in his giant form. He cried out in pain when his head hit the ceiling.
I reiterate... he hated being a shifter.
It was a constant meticulous planning of where to go to shift so that it wouldn't flare up at an inconvenient time. He was lucky that his parents and siblings were out of town at the moment.
It was even harder to try to hide it now that he was in a relationship.
How would Ellen react if she knew that he was a monster?
She would leave him, she would... she would...
There was a knock at the door.
"Alex?"
He jolted at the sound of Ellen's voice, causing him to once again hit his head against the ceiling. "Ow!"
"Alex? Are you okay?" Ellen asked from outside.
"Yeah, I'm... m'fine," Alex called.
Of course she had to come now. Well, it was their plan for the night, but the original plan didn't involve his abilities flaring up.
The pain in his chest increased as he saw the door open and Ellen step in.
"St-- stay there! D-- don't come in!" he warned.
Ellen didn't listen as she turned on the lights. Her gaze followed the sound of Alex's voice, her heart leaping in surprise when her eyes finally landed on him.
"Alex?!"
Alex whimpered, curling up as much as he could into the corner. Another hunger pang hit and he rubbed at his stomach in an attempt to calm it. "Y-- you need to leave. Please," he whimpered. "I-- I-- I don't want to hurt you, Ellen."
Ellen's brows furrowed in confusion and concern. She walked closer to Alex, which only added to his anxiousness. "Alex, what happened?" Ellen asked, placing her tiny hand against the back of his hand, rubbing her thumb against the back of his hand. "And what makes you think you could hurt me? It's still you, even if you are a shifter. How come you didn't tell me?"
Alex quickly jerked his hand away, panting as he felt his heart speed up. He wiped away at his tears, not wanting her to see that he had been crying. Guilt swept through him as she asked her question about him not telling her the truth.
I lied to her.
"Nothing happened, Ellen. I-- I-- I just..." he stammered.
He finally gathered courage to look at her, revealing his blue eyes had turned cloudy.
Ellen also felt guilty, seeing the look on his face. She should've known not to ask such a question when he was clearly hurting. "I'm sorry, Alex. I just need you to look at me... just focus on me, can you do that, please? And I need you to take some deep breaths, okay? Like this."
She demonstrated for him, inhaling through her nose and exhaling through her mouth. Alex tried to join in, but his breaths came out shaky as he kept thinking of his fears of hurting her. Ellen kept reassuring him, though, alternating between calming words of encouragement and taking deep breaths with him. She reached for his hand again.
"Alex, it's okay. Just focus on me and keep breathing, okay? You're doing great."
"But I-- I could hurt you--" he wheezed.
"No, you won't. I'm not scared of you," she told him sincerely.
She's not scared? Alex thought, confused.
"But..."
"There's nothing for me to be scared of," Ellen said simply. "It doesn't change the fact that you're still the same man I fell in love with."
With a shuddering sigh, Alex felt himself begin to calm down. Though, he tensed up slightly once again as Ellen climbed up onto his stomach and began absentmindedly tracing circles against the fabric of his shirt.
There was a part of Alex's subconscious that told him he needed to get her off of him before he hurt her or felt the urge to snatch her up and gulp her down.
But... she was finding just the right spots where his stomach was hurting from the emptiness, and her little body was so, and he was feeling so warm...
He barely noticed when he let out a noise that could either be interpreted as relief or pain.
"Do you want me to stop?" he heard Ellen ask.
"N-- no," he answered. "It actually feels good, and I ha--"
He trailed off as Ellen resumed rubbing his belly, this time unbuttoning his shirt just enough to expose it. He kept himself from shivering as her ice cold hands made contact with the warm skin of his stomach.
"How does that feel?"
"Good," he sighed contentedly, finally relaxing. "But, why are your hands so cold?"
"My car broke down on the way over here," Ellen began. "I had to walk two blocks to find a payphone so I could call a tow truck, and now my car has to be in the shop until tomorrow evening because they were just about to close when I called. The tow truck driver offered to give me a ride over here, but I told him I could walk. Then I took a wrong turn, so I had to walk back... it was a nightmare."
Alex ran his thumb up and down her back comfortingly, then cupped his hand around her to try to get her warm. He finally got a good look at her since she arrived at the house. Her usually fair-colored cheeks and nose stung red from the cold, and her hair was messed up from the wind.
"Well, you're here now. And you can stay the night if you need to," he said, giving her a genuine smile that she echoed.
"I'd like that."
They spent about a minute and a half in silence, Ellen rubbing Alex's stomach while he kept her as warm as he could. It was just what the two of them needed after they both had relatively stressful days.
Alex's eyes began to close when the both of them heard his belly growl angrily having been empty for so long. It was so loud that the both of them were pretty sure the whole neighborhood could hear it. It vibrated under her hand as she continued rubbing it. She looked up at him with an expression that Alex couldn't read, but he was certain was fear.
"Sorry... I.. I missed lunch and... it's just a bad habit from high school I pick back up when I'm stressed," Alex apologized. "I'd never-- not you. Never you. I wouldn't-- I love you too much to..." He wanted to stop himself because he was afraid he might burst into tears again. And he honestly didn't know if he was telling the truth.
"Alex, it's okay," Ellen reassured him. "Something as normal as your tummy rumbling isn't gonna scare me."
As if responding to being mentioned, another hollow rumble erupted from Alex's tummy. Ellen laid her head against it, picking up some of the quieter growls. "You really need to take better care of yourself, Alex."
Alex only coughed awkwardly, kept his hand to Ellen's body. "I-- I will. I promise."
Ellen frowned, knowing very well that he wouldn't. "Alex... well... I've walked eight blocks in freezing cold weather, and you're... you're pretty hungry..."
Oh, I can't even say it without getting flustered, she thought to herself. Just spit it out!
"You wouldn't mind if... I asked you to...?"
Alex waited intently for her to finish her sentence, though he already had a good idea of what she was going to say.
"And I know it's safe. I know I'd be okay--"
Ellen was interrupted by another rumble from Alex's stomach.
"I'm asking if you can eat me," she finally blurted out quickly.
Alex's face paled.
His first instinct was to say, "No!"
Well, it wasn't exactly his first instinct.
His belly grumbled again, as if it were telling him, "Just snatch her and gulp her down, Keaton! You know you want to!"
Instead of acting or instantly disregarding her request, he weakly asked, "Do you mean it? You're not just joking?"
"Yeah, I mean it," Ellen said. "I know that it's safe, I know you'd never let anything happen... at least on purpose.
And, of course, Alex's stomach rumbled loudly again, probably at its loudest. Ellen awkwardly patted it, trying to put him at ease with the idea. She looked back up at him, making direct eye contact with him.
"And I trust you."
Despite the protests from his middle, Alex shook his head. "No. J-- just, no. It's too..." he murmured. "I don't want to risk you like that, Ellen. You're-- you're too important."
Looking down at Ellen, unable to look away from her piercing gaze, Alex tried to push her off his belly. "I'll be fine. Really. And even if I'm not fine, it... it really isn't your problem."
Ellen gripped onto the fabric of his shirt. "It is my problem, Alex! And besides, I wouldn't be in there for that long! You'd just keep me in there until you've drawn enough energy from me! And don't act like you're not starving! Your stomach could probably be heard by all of Columbus right now!"
Alex winced. He wanted to protest-- wanted to tell her she was being absolutely ridiculous, but... she was right. Why did she have to be right? With each little grumble, another pang of hunger hit his belly like he was being punched. And he could still feel her shivering against his hand.
"But... what if I hurt you?" he asked nervously.
"Hey," Ellen placed her tiny hand on top of his giant one. "I trust you. And... and if I feel like there's something wrong, I'll let you know and you can cough me up. Okay?"
Alex mulled over her words. With his stomach gurgling loudly beneath Ellen, he made one more check with her.
"You're sure you wouldn't mind?"
"I wouldn't mind at all," Ellen gave him a reassuring smile, trying to keep herself from seeming too eager.
And with that, Alex carefully wrapped his fingers around her waist. Struggling to keep control of his nerves, he lifted her up to his face. "So... how... how do you want me to do this?" he asked, his voice wobbling.
Ellen quietly giggled as Alex lifted her closer to his face. "Well, you just... lay me down on your tongue and... I'll let you know when it's okay to swallow."
Alex's belly let out another impatient rumble that Ellen couldn't help but giggle at. "Well, I'm ready if you are."
"But... but you'll say something if... i-- if anything's wrong, right?" Alex asked. "Like i-- if, my stomach acids don't..."
"I'll let you know if something goes wrong," Ellen reassured him. "I promise."
Alex gave her a nervous smile, noticing her kicking off her boots. It was somewhat off-putting to see how eager she was. Why hadn't she run away when she saw him? Why hadn't she...?
"Alex, you're drooling."
Alex snapped out his thoughts, wiping at the drool that had pooled on his tongue and dripped from his mouth. Wanting to get it over with, he opened his maw and closed his eyes.
Wait... my teeth!
He quickly snapped his mouth closed to ask her something.
"I'm sorry, but... could you... could you just crawl it? I'm afraid I might bite you on accident."
"If that's how you want to do this. Alex, you're doing great," she reassured him.
Alex opened his mouth again, allowing Ellen to crawl in and turn onto her back. As soon as he felt her out of the way of his teeth, he delicately yet quickly closed his mouth, sealing her in the darkness.
Ellen felt saliva pool around her, Alex's tongue shifting around her little body.
Is he... tasting me? she thought.
It wasn't that she bothered her. It was actually kinda pleasant... and maybe a little ticklish.
Alex could hear her muffled giggles as he realized what he was doing. He tried to push those thoughts out of his head because he knew that if he dwelled on it, he'd lose his nerve and spit her out.
"Whenever you're ready, Alex," Ellen said.
Alex hesitated, rubbing at his eyes and trying to convince himself to swallow. He began to tip his head back. Feeling the little body on his tongue slide encouraged his instincts to kick in. He was moving slowly, sure, but after a moment, he decided to shoot his shot.
With a deft backward flick of his head, Alex pressed a hand to the outside of his throat, closed his eyes, and swallowed.
Feeling his finger trace her path from his throat, Ellen slid down into Alex's belly as it growled around her. As she situated herself, she gave a gentle nudge to the stomach wall. "Hi, Alex," she greeted softly to let him know she made it down okay.
Alex gasped when she finally spilled into his gut, then when he felt her touch his stomach lining. That felt... strange... but it wasn't a bad feeling. He pressed back at her. "Hi, Ellen," he murmured back, unable to suppress a smile. "Did you make it down okay?"
Ellen shyly smiled back, even though she knew he couldn't see it, when she felt the pressure of his hand against her own. "Don't worry, I'm fine," she answered.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. Just a little moist."
Alex laughed a little, but it made the chamber containing her shake just enough to make her almost fall onto her side.
"What about you, Alex? I'm not giving you a bellyache, am I?" she asked.
"No," he reassured her, sounding like he was going to laugh again before curiosity struck him. "What's it like in there?"
"It's... warm, and... surprisingly comfy..." Ellen began, before she was interrupted by a few of the ambient gurgles around her. "A little noisy," she teased, tracing circles on the stomach lining to put Alex at ease.
Alex could feel his cheeks heating up. "Sorry," he murmured. He knew he didn't have control over it, but he still felt like he needed to apologize.
"No, I don't mind it. It's kinda relaxing, actually," Ellen confessed. Most of the time she spent nights with Alex, she would lay against his bare midriff as it either growled in the morning for its breakfast or gurgled while digesting dinner. It was a nice stress-reliever for her after her dance classes, and he liked having her so close to him.
Now they were closer than ever.
"So... what do I taste like?" she asked, half out of curiosity and half because she kinda liked seeing Alex a little flustered.
He felt his cheeks grow even warmer at her questions, licking his lips to try to gather what remained of her flavor.
"Cookie dough," he replied, sounding a little sheepish.
Wow, she made Alex P. Keaton sheepish. Ellen laughed, already feeling a little tired as his body pulled energy from her.
"Thank you," she lightly teased, snuggling into a corner of the chamber, taking in how incredible this was. "You wouldn't mind if I spent the night in here, right?"
Ellen wasn't the only one tired. He had only filled his belly a few minutes ago and he already felt his eyelids drooping. He continued kneading at his stomach.
"Well, if you don't mind... I'd like that."
And with those words, Alex kept absentmindedly rubbing his belly as the both of them drifted off to sleep.
I made an aesthetic for my Ellex fantasy vore AU featuring: a human girl with mysterious Fae traits and an artist’s heart, a royal guard-in-training cursed to turn into a Shifter, his dippy socialite of a sister with an interest in Sorcery, and his other sister who is now a hardened warrior for the resistance against the monarchy and receives vague premonitions.
It takes him about three or four times to get used to eating Ellen. In the Shifter!Verse and the Pred/Prey Society!Verse, Ellen is usually the one who initiates the vore stuff. In the Borrower!Verse, they’re both equally nervous, but it does grow on Ellen more than either of them expected. Either way, Alex still worries about her a lot.
Often presses his hand to his belly to make sure that his prey is still alive… even if that prey is in the middle of a sentence. (like I said, he’s a worrier)
Of course, his tummy is V E R Y loud.
Blushes whenever it growls from hunger, but he worries whenever it gurgles after he’s swallowed his prey (Ellen is okay with it; she finds his talkative tummy quite the stress-reliever)
LOVES belly rubs, external or internal.
Ellen often compares him to a puppy because of this.
The rest of the family, including Nick and Skippy, is aware of Alex and Ellen’s more… unusual activities.
Mallory and Jennifer (but mostly Mallory) tease him about it ENDLESSLY.
In the Shifter and Pred/Prey Society!Verses, this usually leads to him nomming them out of retaliation.
So, here I am with Part 2! I’ve worked really hard on these after I got such a great response.
Once again, I’d like to give a shout-out to @that-one-fandom-vore-blog. And I’d also like to give a shout-out to @gr00vyr0se, a fellow MJF fan and vore lover.
I hope all of you enjoy this second part, because I’ll be bombarding y’all with as much vore goodness as I can: headcanons, prompts, and hopefully an Ellex Christmas ficlet before Winter Break.
Also, if any of y’all have watched Netherbeast Incorporated, I might write a fic for Otto and Pearl if any of you want it.
Anyway, enough of me rambling. ENJOY!
Alex's eyes slowly opened. He ran his hand through his hair, though there was something in his subconscious telling him to keep the other hand pressed against his stomach.
Did I sleep in my clothes last night?
As he opened his eyes, he observed how everything in the house seemed... smaller. A brief memory flashed through his mind and he instinctively looked down at his stomach, which was exposed by his slightly unbuttoned shirt.
Oh, right...
The memories from last night come swirling back in his head: the panic, the emptiness in his stomach, the tears... and...
Did I actually...
Alex felt something stir in his gut and almost jumped before remembering that he was only a few inches below the ceiling, not wanting to hit his head again. He poked at his stomach, earning another movement from his prey.
"Ellen?" he asked nervously. "Are you awake?"
Ellen giggled as she rubbed at the stomach walls. "Good morning, Alex," she said with a smile.
"Oh, thank God," he sighed. "You're okay."
"Of course I'm alright," Ellen assured him, tracing random shapes onto the wall. "How are you feeling?"
"Better than yesterday. Full."
A low growl filled Alex's ears, but he didn't feel the same vibration he usually felt from under his skin. Not to mention it sounded a little muffled.
"Sorry, that was me," he heard Ellen apologize.
"Hey, that's fine," he said. "I heard last night that you shouldn't be put off by someone's tummy rumbling."
Ellen thanked God that he couldn't see her blush. She felt Alex pat at her shape, bringing her back down to Earth.
"You want me to cough you up so I can make breakfast and you can get a shower?" he suggested.
"Yeah, I guess."
Ellen allowed herself to go limp to make it easier for him. Everything around her tightened and the sound of his hacking cough rang through her ears. She finally started moving upward, the muscles around her flexing, forcing her back into his mouth. She lay on his tongue, curling into a ball so she wouldn't make contact with his teeth.
He held her there a moment. He couldn't help it. His tongue shifted under her little body, once again, reacquainting himself with her taste. Drool was puddling on his tongue, and try as he might to convince himself to spit her out gently, he ended up having to all but drop her onto the surface of his palm.
"S-- sorry," he quickly apologized.
"No, it's okay," Ellen said, feeling herself being lowered to the ground. She set herself down onto her feet and watched Alex shift back to his normal height.
"I'd hug you, but... you know," Alex gestured to her, bringing to her attention that she was slicked down with his spit.
Ellen laughed. "I really do need that shower. But, what are we gonna do about my clothes?"
"Just leave them outside the bathroom and I'll wash them."
"Wow, Alex P. Keaton doing laundry," Ellen mused.
Alex laughed. "And I'm sure that somehow Mallory left something behind that you can wear today."
Ellen gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you," she said.
"Ellen!" Alex pretended to whine.
"What...? Oh, right."
Alex wiped the spit away as Ellen walked up the stairs to the bathroom. He followed closely so he could get to his room and change into some fresh clothes. After he changed, he walked out of his room and saw Ellen's winter coat and clothes in a wet pile outside the bathroom door. He gingerly picked them up and went to the laundry room.
Ellen relentlessly scrubbed her entire body to get rid of the saliva. She closed her eyes as she washed her hair, her head continuously replaying everything from last night in her head: the noises of emptiness then contentment erupting from her boyfriend's stomach, his enjoyment of both external and internal massages... and he was completely fine with it once he got used to the idea.
Maybe he'd feel the same if I told him I wanted to try it...
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The pancakes seemed to be taking their sweet damn time, Alex's stomach weighing in with low, pained growls. It just felt emptier without Ellen now, even emptier than it was the last night. He kinda missed having her there. But he knew he needed to have actual food in his system before they tried it out again.
But, what he considered the most was how... eager she seemed to be. His free hand trailed down to his stomach, trying to remember the sensation of Ellen's small hands against the walls of his belly. He would've lost himself in the memory if he hadn't smelled the pancakes burning.
Ellen walked into the kitchen, dressed in one of Alex's shirts and a pair of Mallory's sweatpants that she had left behind. She caught a whiff of the pancakes, taking in the scent. Her stomach let out a deep, empty groan that alerted Alex to her presence. He turned around and saw her pressing her hand against her flat stomach.
"Impatient?" he asked teasingly.
Ellen laughed shyly, sitting down at the table. "Sorry, it just smells so good."
Alex set two plates and two glasses of orange juice on the table and sat down across from her. "I should warn you that a few might be burnt. I was... thinking about last night."
Ellen had just began digging into her breakfast when he spoke, and froze. "What about last night?"
"I... I might like it to-- to try something like that again," he confessed quickly.
"You really mean it?" Ellen asked, trying to balance her tone. "You'd like to try it again?"
"Well, I think we should probably wait until I've digested my breakfast to... try it again," Alex said. "I don't think you'd enjoy staying in there with a bunch of chewed-up mush and orange juice. Plus, you just took a shower."
Ellen laughed, taking another bite of her pancakes. "Good thinking."
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After brushing their teeth, the two of them were snuggled up on the couch watching a movie that didn't have to be returned to the video store until Monday, since the store was closed on Sunday.
But they couldn't really focus on the movie. Alex's stomach was making noises as it digested his breakfast. With each little burble, he noticed Ellen stealing glances at his middle, but jerking her head away when he looked at her.
"Here," Alex said, unbuttoning his shirt... just enough to expose his belly. He pulled Ellen close and adjusted her so her ear would be pressed against it. Within a few seconds, it let out a contented yet loud gurgle.
"To tide you over until lunch," he whispered.
In response, Ellen carefully wrapped her arms around his middle. With some hesitation, she gingerly began massaging his tummy.
"You really like this, don't you?" Alex asked, finding it somewhat endearing.
Ellen froze. "Y-- yeah."
"What about... what we did last night?" he asked, apprehensively.
"It was... nice," was all Ellen could say. "It... made me feel closer to you. And safe, protected."
"I... I feel the same way," Alex said. "I mean... since eighth grade, when I found out I was a shifter, I thought that made me a monster. But, with you... you made me see this in a whole new light. And when you were in here..." he put his hand to his stomach, "I felt like I could protect you from anything."
He kissed her head, laughing as her touch against his belly grew less hesistant.
"Maybe, around lunch, you could..." he began to suggest, but his stomach spoke up for him.
Happy New Year! Blessing 2021 with some Ellex vore goodness in your feed.
Noisy belly (*Linda Monroe voice* mY fAvOrItE!)
Like, seriously, it's really loud. Ellen usually teases him about it, saying it sounds like thunder or something ridiculously loud.
His tummy does quiet down slightly after eating, but the noises sound more like gurgles than actual rumbles or growls.
Rubs at his stomach, either to try to quiet the noises (doesn't work) or to ease his hunger pangs
Biting his lower lip
Usually keeps stealing glances at his desired prey, but when they notice, he quickly looks away, blushing
With Ellen, he usually picks her up and lays her on his stomach (if she isn't already on it), because he knows that if she hears his stomach grumbling, she'll reprimand him for not eating and then ask to be nommed.
