#swatchlingvore

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Vorish head cannons with Deltarune/Undertale characters?

Absolutely! I'm gonna throw in U.ndertale Yellow characters, too, for free! (Doesn't include the new D.eltarune guys, still spinning them in my head and figuring them out so also no spoilers to worry over).

UT!A.sgore D.reemurr: I guess he gets two descriptions since he's very different in both canons. UT!A.sgore I think gets lots of willing prey, mostly guards or other citizens that wish to show their immense love for their king by being his lunch--this flusters him too much to ever deny. He also really enjoys humans--in a post-pacifist scenario, this is usually a guilty pleasure or something he likes to keep private because it's a bit embarrassing. While I don't think he's strictly willing prey under normal circumstances, he will usually gives up/accept his fate after a point--either by getting defeated in battle or realizing he can't get free from his predator's gut. I also like to think he's someone that lots of people wanna eat but won't usually go for and he's too oblivious to really notice.

DR!A.sgore D.reemurr: Himbo DILF. Feels like that's self-explanatory. Tends to do lots of accidental/unaware vore/digestion, misunderstandings that end with his belly full, or 'eat a guy' is just the first thing that comes to mind when he needs a solution to a problem and he just rolls with it. I also like to think this version of Asgore really likes to eat college-aged guys and that's the thing he's kinda flustered by given his college-aged son. Similar to UTA.sgore, I think lots of people wanna eat him and he's too oblivious to notice it. Difference here being that he's not a king and people will be less likely to hold off, and he leans a lot more into the unwilling prey side of things. But since he's not a powerful boss monster he's also a lot easier to take down if someone tries. Though he can also be convinced into being food if someone finds the right logic.

A.sriel D.reemurr: Look, A.sriel's a giant dork, this guy's going to get teased and flustered more than anything. He can absolutely eat people--enough booze or social peer pressure can generally convince him to do a lot. He wants to be a cool frat guy at college so he'll do really stupid and poorly-thought-out things to achieve those goals. I also like the idea of him being a roommate grinder though, burns through them like crazy cause he can't help himself. But he's also just easy prey--he's kinda scrawny, easily flustered and tricked, and overall not difficult to get down. Definitely unwilling prey most of the time but results may vary. But more than that I think he just gets teased a lot by the other predators in his life because he's just that easy to mess with. And who could resist doing that?

S.ans: You would think a guy this lazy wouldn't be much of a predator...well, I don't care about that. He finds his ways to get his meals. Blue magic is pretty useful for quickly throwing someone into his maw by only lifting a finger. Or even less work--he just opens his jaws up wide and has some nearby meals do all the work for him. Somehow this keeps him well-fed. And I honestly like to write him with a meaner streak--just very casual in his regard of other people as food and making jokes about their plight without much care. As for being prey...well, trying to fight back is a loooot of work, so he tends to just not do that. This makes him an easy meal but who would want to eat a bunch of bones for lunch? Probably more people than Sans really anticipated. Ah well.

P.apyrus: Also very big on unaware/accidental vore/digestion. Like, if someone ends up digesting while he's trying to detain them or some training goes wrong or he misunderstands someone's question as offering to be lunch...no real harm done, right? After all, people should be excited to be a nice meal for the Great P.apyrus! Of course, if he can also justify the logic to himself as being for the greater good, that works, too. As for being prey, it's definitely an escalation of panic. P.apyrus is fairly confident that he either won't be harmed or will get out and the longer he lasts the harder it gets to keep believing that. Though, by the time he actually does attempt to get out...it'd be a little too late.

G.rillby: He's not a very expressive person so people tend to mistake that as "not a danger". And to well-paying customers (and Sans, I guess) this is generally true. But rowdy, unpaying, or rude customers tend to find very quickly that G.rillby is not a pushover and has a very low tolerance for these things. Of course, with his gut often obscured behind the bar, it's still easy for people to miss this even if he's currently processing a customer. Staying after closing is another no-go and it's not uncommon for him to be cleaning up the bar while some knocked-out drunkards are sloshing around as an easy dinner. Of course, being the guy in charge of the place, Grillby is rarely prepared for someone to try and turn him into bar food so he's easy to catch off guard. Especially if he's being dragged over the bar. He might give some indigestion or heartburn, especially if he's squirming, but he's a very warm and soothing meal as well. So it's worth it.

R.G01 & R.G02: They get to be put together because they do everything together and share a braincell. Very often they're in situations where one eats and the other is tending to their gut. Sure, they might get meals together sometimes, but once one of them has a full gut the other one loses the braincell they share and can only focus on belly rubs. This works out for them though. They're probably not very good influences on each other, either, since they also wanna show off to the other. It makes them good guards, if indiscriminately eating people makes you a good guard. If one of them gets eaten, though, the other is almost certainly going to follow. Mostly in some romantic attempt to free them that just ends with both guards stuck in their predator's gut. They're honestly much easier to handle together even if it's twice the meat since they won't be thrashing nearly as hard. Two for one deal!

S.watch: He's very prim and proper so he does make an honest effort not to eat out in the open. Though he does snack on S.watchlings that make mistakes or customers who ask him for certain 'services'. He might also just eat someone really quickly for his lunchbreak if that's more efficient. But he does try not to have a full stomach while working since it's not very polite...so it keeps him very flustered if it does happen. Now, he'll be very displeased at the idea of being eaten--it's rather gross and unbecoming--but he's also not going to make a huge fuss over it...if it can be helped. Customers or other people who ask politely can generally get him down with little complaint, though he may become more upset over time. People who get him by surprise or while he's working are going to get a very fussy butler, but that doesn't mean he won't go down smoothly.

S.watchlings: For a bunch of big, buff butlers they're kinda...doofuses. Pretty easy to tell why S.watch is in charge. S.watchlings eating one another for whatever reason is a fairly common occurrence, so seeing a few butlers walking around with full guts is expected. Does this get in the way of their work? Yes, constantly. Gives more excuses for eating each other. This means they're also very good as prey, given their training, and most anyone can eat them without too much issue. It does make worker retention a bit difficult but nothing that S.watch can't handle.

R.udy Holiday: Sick old man lying in bed all the time...he still manages to eat people with the benefit that no one ever sees it coming. Visitors and hospital staff likely disappear with him a lot but, hey, he needs to eat a lot so he can get better, right? The exchange rate of his own health vs. all the people he eats might not be the most evenly weighted but that's not a problem, is it? He also likes to crack jokes too often and they're about as bad and mean-spirited as the other comedian in the cast's. Though, the thing that makes him a predator no one suspects also makes him a rather easy meal. Sure, that might be a little cruel, eating a sick guy at the hospital--but it's gotta be better than what they serve in the cafeteria, right? R.udy might even suggest it to someone that's particularly close to him himself.

S.tarlo: Being a sheriff can be dirty work, but someone's gotta do it. That tends to imply detaining criminals in his stomach or the injured for transport or to just kick some people that had too much to drink out of the local watering hole. Is there still someone left to let out by the time he gets to where he's going? Maybe not, but that's just how it is in the Wild East--least, that's what S.tarlo tells himself after another 'accident' occurred. Though, with how popular and beloved he is in town, he might have a few fans that want to take a ride in the sheriff's personal cell...if there's nothing left to let out later that's probably what they wanted, right? S.tarlo has terrible control of his stomach so this is a constant problem with him. He's never really ready for real danger, though, so if someone actually wants to get the sheriff out of the way...they'll find that he goes down a lot easier than expected. Kicking and screaming, sure, but still easy. He's not even that rough on the stomach despite how much he might try. Who appointed this guy as sheriff again?

D.alv: Quiet, socially awkward guy that lives alone means surprise visitors get eaten. It's a strange shock reaction to have but maybe that's why D.alv stays on his own. Either way, he at least has a captive audience to talk to for the foreseeable future. They might not listen to anything he says and keep interrupting him with muffled complaints and moving around but it's better than nothing, isn't it? It's always sad when they eventually have to go but it's also D.alv's favorite part--not that he'd openly admit it. Though he's also an easy meal because of this. Get him by surprise and there's not much he can do. He won't fight back very hard and just try to convince whoever ate him to let him go...it probably won't work but it's the only option he has. And since no one really knows he lives all the way in the ruins, no one's even going to notice if he's gone. Ah well, the price for privacy.

M.o: Money talks and it can get him to do a lot of things. What he will do even without a price is eat someone--a business tycoon like himself needs to stay full and have lots of energy, and this is a very cost-effective way of getting that! Might be able to convince him not to with your wallet but it really depends on how hungry he is. Non-paying customers will always be his go-to, though. A lot of his random schemes and business ideas seem to end with him getting rather full as well, even when it wasn't planned that way. But he can also be convinced to be someone's snack for enough money. Is that money going to be very useful once he's churning down? Maybe not but that's just business, baby!

El B.ailador: He needs lots of energy for dancing, right? Gulping a guy down definitely gives him plenty of energy to work with while he dances his heart out. Makes for a very sloshy and gassy dance routine but that's not so much of a problem, is it? It gets his prey 'dancing' plenty too from how hard they kick and shift around but they never can keep up with El B.ailador. Though, he's definitely a target himself--mostly by people who just think he's kind of annoying. Not everyone appreciates surprise dance-offs or loud music. Easier to just eat the guy and be done with it. He's a real good squirmer though and might give the average person a stomachache.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

What do ya think about S.watch or the s.watchlings for something with maybe d.isposal and fast d.igestion?

Sounds like fun! I got a good story idea for S.watch.

S.watch hums as he looks at his watch. It's time for his fifteen-minute break. His stomach lets out a noisy rumble and he pats it gently in return. "None of that now. I'll find something to eat." Putting up a 'Be back soon' sign, S.watch leaves his station. Fifteen minutes to find a meal and eat is plenty of time. He'll just have to work fast. He scans the cafe and goes after a S.watchling who's merely wiping down a table. Grabbing the servant, S.watch yanks him forward and opens wide, engulfing the larger butler's head before so much as a squawk could be let out. Wet gulps and slurps ring out as S.watch packs his subordinate away, not taking the time to taste over those delicious muscles or even remove the butler's suit. He only has fifteen minutes, after all, and it takes him two to devour the S.watchling, kicking feet disappearing into S.watch's beak with a final gulp. Now his stomach is bulging out obscenely, the vest splitting open to expose it entirely, the distinct bulge of a thrashing S.watchling curled up inside. A wet belch escapes S.watch and he adjusts his glasses.

One is enough to get to his next break, but he'd rather not have to hunt down a meal during that time as well. "Hm...one more shouldn't hurt. That should get me through until closing." He has to go a bit further to snag his next S.watchling, though. Finding one sweeping the halls not far from the cafe, S.watch manhandles him just as easily as he did the first. The broom hits the ground as S.watch devours another butler, this one going limp and giving into his boss's hunger unlike the first. It made the meal go by even faster, taking half the time before S.watch has slurped in his legs. His gut nearly drags on the ground now with two S.watchling packed inside. He slurps along his beak and gives his stomach a single, satisfied pat. "There, that should settle in. And with ten minutes to spare."

S.watch marches back to his desk, his stomach sloshing back and forth as he walks. He could simply get right back to work, but with his stomach hanging out like this and his vest undone, it hardly makes for a professional look. Ten minutes is too long to let his body naturally process these two as well...but there's a reason he's head butler. Closing his eyes, S.watch hums as he rubs slowly along his gut. It begins to bubble and churn heavily, making the feistier of the two S.watchlings cry out in surprise. And then, with a loud rumble, it shrinks down a couple inches. Then a few more. S.watch huffs and hums a bit lower, kneading his gut as it continues to shrink more and more.

The S.watchlings inside soften up rapidly, their muscular bodies reducing into a thick chyme more and more. At about half the size, there's a final squawk from S.watch's gut before it suddenly flattens out, turning everything into slush and flushing it through his system. S.watch lets out a long, content sigh as his belly reduces in size. He gives it a gentle pat and buttons his vest up again. Much better. He opens the cafe up early with his meals gone and is back to work. But it's not long before his stomach lets out an ominous rumble...followed by a very rude fart that rumbles out of him. It makes S.watch blush a bit. His break time is officially over--no making it to the bathroom. He has no choice then.

Pulling his pants down, S.watch leans forward on his desk and sticks his ass out. With a grunt, is spreads open, a thick log of shit beginning to slide out. It breaks off soon, hitting the floor with a thump before more follows. Bones pack the soft logs of crap, the S.watchlings both thoroughly digested down into nothing but waste and skeletons. S.watch lets out little squawks and grunts when he feels them spread his ass a bit more. Those masks are still there, too, poking out of the muck that is building up behind the butler. Their suits are also still there, one red and one green, now adding a bit of color to the otherwise brown mass. When S.watch is done, he has a pile of waste up to his stomach behind him, and a group f L.ightners standing in front of him with wide eyes. S.watch lets out a sigh and stands up straight, pulling his pants back up. "I apologize for the mess. It'll be cleaned shortly. Now then, how may I serve you today?"

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

I’ve been seeing a lot of belly bullying asks on here and I wanted to know, and if you weren’t tired of it, could we get some more with Sans from Undertale and Swatch and/or the Swatchlings? With weight gain (if possible because skelly) but no disposal.

Hey, I’d love to do something like this with these guys!

"Wow, you humans will pay for just about anything, huh?" S.ans says with his usual lack grin. Since coming to the surface, getting to interact with humans has been...interesting. He'd found a nice bar to hang out at and the humans seemed welcoming enough, but one thing led to another, and their curiosity seemed to get the best of them. Now they're getting a personal monster biology lesson...for some G, of course. "Ooooouuuurrp!" With a thick belch escaping him, he leans forward on his stomach, feeling it press the human underneath further against the bar counter. All the other humans that had been in the bar are stuffed in his stomach, his magic coming together to create a soft, blue belly that's currently strained over a dozen and a half people or so. "I warned you all that monster stomachs can process meat just as easily as magic..." When they saw the skeleton eating a burger at the bar, they got curious. When he sent the first human down the hatch, their curiosity got worse, and then it was a thousand G a pop. Before long, the whole bar was packed into his gut, save for one human, who paid double to feel that stomach flattening him like a pancake. S.ans can't complain, though. Between the money and the food, he's definitely the one getting the best deal out of this. The bar counter creaks as S.ans leans further against it so he can grab his bottle of ketchup and start drinking from it. "Mmm...the best condiment for human...I hope you're all feeling comfortable, 'cause soon, my stomach is going to be doing its job. In fact..." He pats his gut a couple of times and it lets out a nasty, wet gurgle. A belch escapes the skeleton. "...feels like one of you just got soft on me." It didn't make too much of a difference to S.ans if the humans in his stomach accepted their new fate as food or began squirming before they were melted down, but either way, his stomach would steadily round out as all those harsh bulges smooth over. His stomach becomes soft and malleable, and soon, begins to get smaller. Another deep, bassy belch esacpes Sans as his stomach steadily loses size. Though it was still getting heavy as fat naturally piled on in excess magic. By the time his body had finished processing all that human meat, his stomach still stuck out of his shirt, blue magic half poking out now. He's made sure it stays pressed riiiight into that last human's face, though. "Well...I guess I didn't realize you humans melted so fast. Guess that's just how it goes, huh? Lemme know when ya want some fresh air again, 'kay? You'll just need to slide me another...oh, thousand G, 'kay?" The skeleton chuckles to himself as he goes back to drinking his ketchup in the now mostly barren bar. He'll definitely be able to get used to the surface at this rate.

"And you're...sure this is what you'd like?" S.watch asks. He does his best to keep up the professionalism but there is a twinge of hesitation in his voice. A large group has come to the cafe, apparently to celebrate this one L.ightner's birthday, but he had a very...special request for the butler. A nod and a smile from the man is the reassurance the butler gets, and so S.watch bows slightly. "I understand then, Master. Please wait here, this won't take me long." The butler begins to go around to the other attendees of the party and, without so much of a warning, begins to pluck them off their feet and shovel them into his open beak. After he eats the first group of three, his vest has pooped open, exposing his large, black gut. A belch alerts the other guests of what's happened, and soon, there's some chaos in the cafe as the head butler continues to devour them all one after another. With the assistance of some S.watchlings, S.watch was able to get all of the guests attending the party down the hatch. Well, all for once, who is patiently sitting in a chair after having watched the little show. S.watch comes waddling over, trying his best to keep a hold of his massive stomach, which bulges and sloshes with so much live prey. "Mmmf...and now...for your second...request..." The dark gut looms over the L.ightner and S.watch lets go, letting it slam down into his lap. The chair breaks from the impact, and it leaves the L.ightner flattened under S.watch's stomach. It also works out a massive belch from the head butler that makes the cups rattle in the room. The S.watchlings around clap politely as their boss readjusts his glasses, a soft red taking over his white face. "Ahem...yes, well, let me know when you'd like to get up, Master. Try not to wait too long, though. Your friends will be salvageable for only so long." S.watch relaxes a bit against his stomach, gently rubbing along the sides of it as he feels over the various bulges inside. Before long, the S.watchlings have come over to rub as well, kneading and pushing on all those bulges and working out wet belches from the head butler. All that affection, along with the L.ightner flattened under his belly, makes it work even faster. The party was softening up after only a couple minutes, and after about ten, S.watch's stomach has rounded out entirely, left as a soft, sloshing orb. After half an hour, it's shrunken down entirely, leaving with a very large pot belly that he's keeping smooshed into the L.ightner's face, his thickened thighs straddling his chest. The bird's pointed face has even gotten rounder, and his suit is starting to tear where he's grown too fat. "Hm...well, I hope you'll be paying extra for the new tailor I have to visit. Unfortunately, your friends won't be in any condition to pay at all." The butler presses his stomach further into the L.ightner's face, working out another belch and a wet groan. "And if you can't, there's no need to worry. I'm sure we can work out...alternate forms of payment."

"Where did all of those S.watchlings go..?" S.watch asks himself with a soft sigh to his voice. He sent one out to gather the rest up and it's been an hour since he's heard a peep from any of them. Now he's wandering the castle in search of them. It was odd how they'd all go missing...and the occasional discarded shoe or suit jacket or tie don't make the mystery any less strange. He hears some strange noises from the kitchen and walks in. "Hello?" The room seemed awfully dark...he didn't realize he was staring down a large stomach until it came surging forward, knocking him into the wall behind him and squashing him against it. The S.watchling he'd sent out to gather the rest had done as asked, of course. But the easiest way to gather everyone was within his stomach and after a while...well, he got a bit stuck. Now that S.watch has found him, though, he's free! And stuck in the hallway instead, his gut pressed to the wall before him and S.watch sandwiched between the two. He could feel the head butler trying to squirm but it doesn't do much besides force out a deep belch. There was plenty of squirming already with all those other S.watchlings struggling for their lives in his tank. But a few of them had already melted down into a fine sludge and the rest won't be much father behind. Booming belches echo across the castle every so often as the S.watchling's gut processes all that meat. Every time it gets small enough for S.watch to try and move, the S.watchling waddles forward, forcing him against the wall again. And as each squirming, screaming S.watchling is melted down into slop and pumped through the butler's guts, he gets a bit thicker all over, his muscles starting to soften into fat as more and more butlers are added to his heft. By the time they're all gone, he's gotten much bigger, his suit tearing all over as his thickened body fails to be held within it. S.watch has given up moving around, even when the fat S.watchling finally takes a step back. The head butler slumps to the floor, his suit disheveled and glasses cracked and crooked. He looks up at the S.watchling with wide eyes just to get a deep belch right in his face, which knock S.watch's glasses off entirely. "...I-I see...you did as I asked..." S.watch murmurs. The S.watchling beams proudly at the praise, patting his fattened gut and making it wobble. He sure did!

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

swatchling gets fired by swatch and eats his boss?

That sounds like a good one!

"The decision is final," S.watch says with his arms folded behind his back. He was facing down one of his many S.watchling--one who had tried his patience for the last time. Too many dropped plates, too many unsatisfied customers, too many ruined dishes--this one is a klutz through and through, and the head butler simply has no time for it.

"B-But--" The S.watchling tried to plead his case but his belly lets out a soft rumble that cuts him off.

"That's the secondary issue," S.watch goes on. "If you haven't caused a mistake of some kind, you're stuffing your face. How embarrassing it was to present a large feast for an esteemed guest just to find you having scarfed half of it down into your gob." He pokes the S.watchling's gut, which was soft and a bit tight against his buttoned suit. It wobbles from the disturbance and growls again. "You have until the end of the day to remove yourself from the castle. No buts."

The S.watchling stood stock still as S.watch turned around, the final sever to their ties. The head butler never turned his back to his staff while they were talking. The S.watchling was officially fired...but he can't be, right? The cafe--the castle is all he's ever known. If he's not here working, then...what kind of life can he even live? His belly lets out another grumble, becoming more impatient and clearly not caring about the plights of the now jobless butler. It just wants some food.

S.watch feels that soft stomach press up against his back and he lets out a sigh as it rumbles against him. "Are you still here? I'm sure you're hungry but don't you think it's a bit soon for us to...serve...you..." The head butler had looked up, seeing the hungry glare of the S.watchling against him. A bit of drool drips onto his glasses. He couldn't even scream before he's lifted up into that yawning maw. There's a slimy gulp as he's shoveled inside, his head immediately disappearing into a dark, slick gullet that was all too eager to accept him.

Wet, heavy gulps ring out as S.watch's body is horked down by the vengeful S.watchling. He was by far a small meal but the butler was larger and stronger than him, so in the end, he wasn't a very difficult one. Even when his kicking legs were swinging over the S.watchling's head, they were effortlessly slurped up and he's sent down the hatch and pushing into that eager gut. A few buttons pop off the straining suit as S.watch bulges out the gut and immediately begins to squirm around.

The S.watchling lets out a meaty belch and sits back in S.watch's chair. His hands roam over his belly, feeling the bumps and bulges of the squirming man inside. He can hear S.watch begging for his life--offering a job, a promotion, a feast--but it's all falling on deaf ears. The S.watchling is simply too satisfied on this meal. He never realized his boss was so delicious--he honestly would have eaten him long ago if he realized.

Steadily, S.watch's pleading begins to fade out as the thick gurgling and churning grows louder. His squirming weakens and the S.watchling's hands are sinking deeper into his softening gut as he rubs over it. There's one last spasm of desperation inside before S.watch goes slack entirely. The butler pushes down on his gut, feeling it bubble and chug, and lets loose a thick, noxious belch. A pair of glasses fly out of his jaws, clacking onto the desk before him and dripping in drool. He lets go of his gut to pick them up and shivers when he feels it slosh forward--it's completely round, nothing recognizable left inside. Just a thick, burbling sludge.

He wipes the glasses off on his suit and sits them on his nose. With S.watch gone, someone will need to fill in as head butler. And well...who's going to know if S.watch did or didn't promote him to the role during his absence? If any of the other S.watchling's really have a problem with it...well...he'll happily send them after S.watch to ask him in person! In fact...he really hopes they ask. His belly is starting to rumble for seconds.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

S.watch fattening up the S.watchlings, leaving their weight mainly fat instead of muscle, but that's not it, once they're all plumped up S.watch has himself a feast.

Okay I actually really like this idea a lot so now it's getting a story.

The head butler lets out a pleased hum as another day in the cafe came to a close. Things seemed to be going much better for their business ever since S.watch had made a few...adjustments to the regulations of his dutiful staff. All for the comfort of their guests, of course.

For one, the main diet of the S.watchlings now consisted of mostly sweets and any problem guests. And sometimes even the non-problem guests, if the butlers found themselves hungry. Of course, this change has done a number on the once buff and strong S.watchlings. They were now round and doughy, their suits having to be tailored again and again just to strain over their wobbling guts, large asses, and thick thighs. And even then there were wardrobe malfunctions every day. But S.watch is a professional and it never bothered him at all. By now, he was the only one left of the castle staff that hadn't bloated up in a few suit sizes.

Drool drips down his beak as he flips the sign of the cafe to 'Closed'. That is, of course, going to be a very...short-lived accomplishment.

S.watch walks back to the cafe, seeing several of his S.watchlings busy at work cleaning up the tables. Just seeing them be squeezed into suits they're outgrowing and squish against each other while trying to maneuver around the room made the butler too hungry to resist anymore.

He doesn't bother getting their attention or with any kind of formalities. He just goes over to one that was busy bustling down a table, opens wide, and engulfs the S.watchling's head. He starts taking hard, thick gulps to work his way down the staff's body. Feeling all that thick fat squish and squeeze into his beak to make massive mouthfuls was truly a delectable experience. He was drooling a lot as he got to that massive gut and he enjoyed every last second of getting to taste it and fitting it into his beak. And he wanted more of it. Soooo much more of it.

S.watch finishes off the first of the S.watchlings, his gut ballooning out heavily with such a massive meal. The buttons of his vest popped off immediately, letting it burst open so that his bare stomach can be exposed in all its glory. Despite this, his appetite had only been whetted by this and he goes off to get more.

S.watch works down all ten of the staff members in the room. It makes a bit of a mess--one of the tables gets knocked over by his gut after two staff members drop inside like rocks and make it expand too fast. Some dishes get dropped when he yanks a S.watchling back by the collar and starts scarfing him down despite him having been carrying some dirty dishes. As he was pushing down the head of the last one, the butler's stomach was much larger than himself and he could no longer move, let alone fit it out of the room at all. He sits down with a deep, pleased sigh, which is quickly interrupted by a massive, roaring belch that shakes the walls of the cafe.

This was barely even a sixth of the available staff and S.watch was stuffed beyond belief. If just this many of the S.watchlings fill him like this, he can't imagine what it'll be like to get down even more of them. He knows the rest are busy in the castle right now doing their general daily chores, but once he's able to get himself out of the room again, he just has to have more of them. He knows he must.

When S.watch came out of the cafe some hours later, every step he took was accompanied by a wobble. His hands were slowly roaming around an immense, soft gut that he now had protruding before him, even bigger than any of the S.watchlings that he devoured. His vest certainly won't be closing over this mass anymore. His pants had torn due to the way his thighs and ass had thickened up exponentially after all of this, as had his dress shirt around his arms and chest. Even his usually sharp face was now rounded out. He pats his belly lightly and feels it gurgle back in response. It's still processing some of his butlers but he can tell that it's only had a warm-up. There are still many more to sample. He's already drooling at the thought.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Please give us some more S.watch pred prompts, he's too attractive for his own good.

He really is! Plus, refined butlers always make for such good preds because you can make them very UNrefined. So here’s a couple ideas I liked!

Normally, S.watch was standing upright at the cafe, careful to make himself appear attentive and professional. So it was certainly an odd sight to have the head butler leaning on the counter. Still, the L.ightner that had come by didn’t want to comment on it when he had something much more important to ask. “You...say your L.ightner friend has come by?” S.watch asks. “I’m terribly sorry, but I don’t think I’ve seen him...recently.” The butler had to hold back on the groan that tried to come from him as his round gut bubbled thickly. The L.ightner certainly heard the noise but couldn’t see that stuffed gut from where he was. S.watch takes a moment to lick his lips while the person was distracted. Their friend had stopped moving just before they arrived and his favorite part was always when meals really began to soften down inside of him. “He wouldn’t happen to have been about your height, a little chubby, mmf...” His guts churn wetly, softening considerably under him. “...with a long robe? Because I believe you just missed him. I apologize for the inconvenience, Master.” The L.ightner seemed dejected and was about to leave when S.watch’s gut made another crude bubbling sound and shrunk down a few inches. He couldn’t hold back the wet belched that came out of him, carrying with it a pair of cracked spectacles that belonged to his lunch. The head butler adjusts his own glasses as the L.ightner stares dumbfounded at his friend’s slimy glasses. “...on second thought, I believe I can send you after him. Thank you for coming to the C.olor Cafe.” S.watch snatches up the frozen L.ightner and drags him over the counter, ready for his second course.

Keeping an eye on the castle and his workers was an important part of S.watch’s duties. Of course, the building was very big, and walking around so much worked up his appetite quite quickly. But he had self restraint, even in the face of so many...tantalizing meal options. Usually, at least. There was one situation in which he can never seem to really control himself. The S.watchlings are known to be at their happiest when they color coordinate, and the easiest way to do that is to get them thinking about certain temperatures. But...when a red S.watchling ends up continuing to think hot, they usually have to remove the suit to cool down again. And when that happens, S.watch can’t control himself at all. The head butler was nearly done with his routine checks when he heard the commotion in the kitchen. Cool colored S.watchlings are meant to work in there so that they don’t get too warm, but it seems that there was a...scheduling error that left a group of three red S.watchlings in the kitchen today. And now, they were all standing there, shirtless and revealing their meaty pecs and thick biceps and powerful abs. They didn’t even notice S.watch drooling in the doorway, too busy fretting over the mouse that stole some cheese. The head butler pounced like a rapid animal, hungrily scarfing down the three butlers with all the speed and efficacy of a professional. They barely realized what had happened by the time he was slurping up the last pair of kicking legs, the muscular hunks now packed away tightly into his stomach. He lets out a booming belch as he strikes off a few S.watchlings from the list. At least now he can work through his dinner break.

There was definitely a sense of shame for S.watch given the nature of his act. But, then again, that shame is likely what made it feel so good. He huffs as he strokes along his throbbing member, closing his eyes as he feels his nuts churn greedily over a group of softening customers. He’d never think to let anyone catch him like this, not even the S.watchlings. But that was why it was specially reserved for the private booths. Not even the other butlers would come back here unless requested by the guests, so S.watch knew he’d have privacy as his privates melted down its prey. He stifles a moan as he felt one of the bodies inside cave in and join his seed. The other two in there wouldn’t be much farther behind, he could tell. They were moving much more slowly and the bulges they used to make were a lot softer. In the private booths, he would accept nearly any request. Even those that were a bit more...uncouth. His sack churns again and another prey fell apart. He was getting close to release. As much as he wants to make a mess of the booth and paint it with his prey, he knows better than to make such a mess. That’s why he made sure he had a condom prepared to deposit the customers into. He moans as the last of the customers melted into his spunk, leaving only some bones and clothes inside with the warm seed. He gets the condom ready and pumps along his shaft faster, reaching a climax in only a few strokes. He was left panting in a rich afterglow, his cock spurting out the last few ropes of cum. The condom was bloated out heavily, filled with his seed and the remains of his prey floating around. It’d fine itself in a dumpster behind the mansion soon. S.watch adjusts his glasses as he catches his breath again and composes himself. “Thank you for your patronage, Masters,” he says to the remains. He had a slight smile on his beak as he picks up the condom. “...but I’m afraid I’ll have to see you out now. I would say to come again but...I think I am tapped out~” He laughs politely to his own joke as he takes the sloshing mass away.

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Those new Splatchling butler enemies from Deltarune 2 looked really good. Can we get some vore prompts of them?

Your brain is massive and there has to be more vore of the himbo butlers. That is just a must.

The S.watchlings are well trained in their ability to do whatever request is asked of them. Sometimes customers of the cafe have very...strange...requests, though. But the S.watchlings are here to serve, so they will serve, even if being asked to do very unproper things. So, sometimes guests that showed up to the C.olor Cafe got eaten. It all started because of that one strange man who came by and refused to leave until someone had eaten him, at which point S.watch had gotten one of the S.watchlings to do the deed. And since then, every day there seems to be a new person coming by wanting the same thing. Which also meant there was now always a S.watchling walking around with a bloated, gurgling gut trying to process whichever guest had come by to be devoured that day. Of course, business has never been better, and S.watch is quite enjoying the booming popularity of the café since this had begun. So he can live with getting a few flustered belches in the face from his staff if it kept the seats packed so much.

S.watch hummed as he checked his papers again and again. Sure enough, he had far too many staff members on board, and given how wide those S.watchlings were, it really was an issue to have too many of them around. They’d always get in the way of each other or get stuck in doorways and hallways when trying to move through them at the same time. It can be such a problem. So, S.watch called them to the café. They lined up by color and the head butler than got to work inspecting each of the butlers, humming softly as he checks their coloration, their cleanliness, their muscles and size, and their attentiveness. He pulls out two of each color, more than enough to whittle the numbers back down to something more manageable. “Thank you for your services, gentlemen,” S.watch says, adjusting his glasses. “Now, I have a final task for you to fulfill. Feed me.” He grabs the nearest one by the tie, opens his jaws wide, and begins scarfing the larger subordinate down the hatch. He enjoyed the spicy reds, the minty greens, the cool yellows, the tangy oranges, and even the sweet yellows. He slurps down a final pair of legs and lets out a massive belch, a few mismatched suit pieces flying out of his jaws. His own suit jacket was left open, showing off his gurgling, lumpy gut that was now packed to the brim with live meat. Several S.watchlings were more than happy to stay around and rub over that stomach to help their fellow brethren digest while the rest simply get back to work, all of them hoping to get their chance with S.watch’s gut--inside or outside, it didn’t matter.

The S.watchlings tend to have some very odd quirks that, at rare times, tend to mingle together. One of them being that they cannot stand when someone breaks one of the castle’s many beautiful and important vases. And the other being that they are easily frightened by the M.aus. And that’s what lead to the strange event S.watch had to clean up later, where a cluster of S.watclings were putting vases down in one of the rooms when some M.aus came skittering by. There was shrieking and then crashing as vases fell to the floor and shattered. And then the S.watchlings had to deal with each other. It became a short battle of the butlers grabbing and devouring each other, one after another, some even being eaten as they ate others. It lead to two with very large stomachs pressed together, trying to figure out how to devour the other. One got a grip and pulled the other forward, a beak slid between some bulky pecs, and then a few flexes later there was only one S,watchling left by the time S.watch found him. Efficent digestion left him sleeping on the floor with a heavy pot belly and much fatter pecs. S.watch just shook his head and got some other butlers to take that one to bed and clean up the mess. He really should deal with that M.aus issue...or maybe invest in more vases.