Agender Transmasc Boything. Asexual, I write NSFW content, mainly about vore. Size Shifter who's usually a crow. (Icon art by RessDanvell. Banner art by Seviene.)
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Today’s prompt is #20: Universal. The tiny Starbugs go to their emergency location upon receiving the signal. Little do they know this is a trap by some hungry giant visitors. . .
Featuring: Mass Vore, Unwilling, Fatal Digestion, Giant Pred & Tiny Prey, Belly Expansion, Crammed Together
Note: This is Part 2 of Starblast Slurps Up Some Small Snacks. Link to Part 1:
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The galaxy-wide emergency signal had gone off, summoning every Starbug across the stars to the planet Zartha. Little did they know this was a trap, and their entire universe would soon be digesting in a few friends’ hungry bellies.
The response to the signal was swift. Goat-ant aliens across the galaxy boarded their ships, from everyday civilians loading up in the clunkers they couldn’t afford to upgrade, to the richest few going inside their large, elite vessels flown by well-paid professionals. As they had set strict rules in their galaxy forbidding weapons, none of the ships had any, nor were any of the aliens experienced in combat, as the military had been abolished a long time ago. While both of these things proved well in maintaining their peaceful society, it would be quite the problem when facing unexpected enemies. . .
When each ship landed at Zartha, those inside parked at the correct lot, then went into one of three stadiums nearby. Taking a seat, they awaiting the announcement of the one who had triggered the signal. Data showed that the one who had done so was Diesel Shine, a high-ranking government official who was well known for helping civilians in need. Nobody doubted that Diesel had done so for a very good reason, and once everyone was here, they expected Diesel to televise an announcement across the stadium screens, explaining the matter.
It took about three hours for every Starbug to arrive and be seated. During that time, those who helped the stadium run realized that no matter where they looked, Diesel was nowhere to be found. One volunteer, a sound engineer named Halcyon, was tasked with messaging Diesel, and had the following correspondence:
Halcyon: Diesel, good soul, we do not see your presence here at the stadiums. Are you lost behind the scenes perhaps?
Diesel: Don’t worry, I’ll be there soon. I had to gather some things first, nothing to worry about.
Halcyon: Very well. Please alert us of you upcoming arrival when you are close.
Diesel: Will do!
Every volunteer breathed a sign of relief. Diesel was coming. Surely the emergency that caused this whole upheaval was holding them up. They’d be here any minute.
Once every ship had landed, and every Starbug was either seated or helping backstage, the waiting game began. And it was then that a strange noise was heard outside, the sound of a few loud, enormous engines in the distance. Murmurs started, and Halcyon wondered: was this Diesel, making an off-kilter entrance?
The noise slowly faded away, but then, a few loud BOOMs sounded. The Starbugs talked nervously among themselves—they were a peaceful people, but what if something dangerous was outside?
After that, more BOOM sounds, starting in the distance and rapidly getting closer! People stood from their seats, looking around frantically, nobody knowing what was going on. That is, until each of the stadiums’ ceilings were ripped off, and the open sky shone from above—along with the faces of giants!
Halcyon found himself face-to-face with a giant tuxedo cat with long blue hair. The enormous feline smirked, then reached down with a paw and scooped up a handful of Starbugs from their seats! The ones he’d snatched up squirmed in his grip, and as the cat brought his hand up, those in the stadium yelled protests.
“What do you think you’re doing?!” one exclaimed. “You can’t just pick people up like that—so rude!”
“Yeah, what’s the big idea?!” another yelled.
“Are you Diesel?!” a volunteer asked. “In a different form, perhaps?”
The cat smirked, and spoke with a loud, booming voice that made everyone cover their ears.
“Diesel—was that the name of my first meal?” he asked. “You’re all going to join him.”
Then, the cat opened his maw wide, threw his handful of Starbugs into his mouth. A loud *GULP* sent them into his throat, and a huge bulge travelled down to his stomach.
Panic broke out. Starbugs screamed and stampeded to the exit, running on top of each other to try and escape. But those who reached the door found it blocked by something big & sturdy from the outside. The cat kept eating, unperturbed, throwing more handfuls of people into his mouth.
Halcyon heard the sounds of another giant, this one with a more feminine voice; she was laughing manically. It was then he realized that there must be one of these massive beings at each stadium—were they *all* eating the Starbugs?! He ran with the crowd, trying desperately to find a way out of here—
The cat’s hand came down again and snatched up the group Halcyon was crammed next to, including him: the yellow Starbug found himself squished up against multiple bodies, forced together in an awkward position by the forceful hand. He squirmed, trying to get out as he and everyone else was lifted up, up, up. But it was too tight; he could barely move. And the fingers holding him and the others were too strong, forcing them together with no way out. . .
And then, Halcyon cried out as he and the mass of people were thrown in the air! He was forced into in a hot humid space, and landed on a squishy wet surface with a *splat*! Looking up & around, he realized he was in the cat’s mouth, on top of a hungry tongue! “Quick!” he exclaimed, trying to get everyone’s attention as he pointed to the parted lips, framed by pointed fangs. “We just have to get to the exit—”
The tongue jolted and threw Halcyon and the others back. He cried out as he was flung into a squeezing hole—and a *GLLLLK* send him and the others down the throat! Once again, he was squished up next to other Starbugs as they travelled down the esophagus together, the tight tube sending them downwards at a steady pace. Halcyon felt his heart pounding, and dread filled him as he tried & failed to think of a way to escape. . .
Then, he was forced into an open space, and was falling! Halcyon cried out as he plummeted downwards, landing on another wet surface, this one more rubbery than the tongue. He sat up, looked around—and saw the stomach in all of its horror & glory.
The purple walls let out loud grumbles that made his ears ring, and he could see they were dripping with blue juices. On the floor of the belly were other Starbugs, so many that they were crowding the floor. This damn predator had eaten so many of them already—was there any way they could get out of this?
“Everyone!” he exclaimed. “If we hit the walls, maybe we can—”
A *lurch* from above interrupted Halcyon, and he heard cries coming from the ceiling—a moment later, dozens of bodies fell on top of him, knocking him to the floor. He gasped for breath and tried to sit up, but found he couldn’t—he was trapped underneath the next batch of Starbugs this damn cat had eaten! As more & more were devoured, and he found himself buried in bodies, he gave up, submitting to his fate.
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*An hour later. . .*
Starblast leaned back in the field with a happy sigh, his humongous belly straining underneath him, stuffed to the brim with tiny, struggling bodies. His stomach was more distended than it had ever been before, like a massive boulder underneath him, twice his width and so high it was practically underneath his chin. It had been a lot of food, but oh boy, was it worth it.
Once he’d gotten more information on this galaxy from his first meal’s ship, it was easy to lure them all into his trap. And so, he had feasted—but not before inviting some friends to have dinner, too. His two buddies—a blue bee named Hubble, and a mutant alien named Casino Hex (or Hex for short)—were sitting next to him, their own stomachs also full, squirming, and absolutely enormous.
“That was easy,” Hubble grunted, letting out a *uuuuuurp*, then a laugh. “I can’t believe the people in this galaxy have a planet they go to for emergencies. Was easy to fake a reason for them to come here, and from there, it was like taking candy from a baby.”
“They all tasted pretty good, too,” Hex said, her shrimp tail curled around her huge stomach. “Thanks for inviting us to dinner, Starblast!”
Starblast chuckled. “Hey, I figured I should share the wealth,” he said, letting out a *buuuuuuuuuap*. “I’m glad you two could come.”
“You just invited us because you know that otherwise, you’re next on the menu,” Hex teased, running her tongue across her lips.
Starblast smirked and said, “Try stuffing me in there now, when you’re so full. I dare you.”
“Once they digest, it’ll be easy to squeeze you in there,” Hex said, seductively running her fingers across her friend’s tail. “Don’t worry—unlike these guys, I’ll reform you. Probably.”
“Can we just enjoy this without the two of you teasing each other?” Hubble grumbled. “Geez. . .”
“Alright, alright,” Casino Hex agreed. “Here, let me rub your stomach, Hubs.”
Starblast watched her run her hands across his huge belly, then turned and watched the rising sun.
In one simple act, they had exterminated an entire galaxy of people, torturing thousands in their hot, hungry, humid bellies—not that Starblast saw it that way. For him, it was an eat-or-be-eaten universe. And if you got eaten, you deserved it for being weak.
He smiled as he felt the sun on his stomach. What a great day this had been.
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Today’s prompt is #16: Butt. After landing in a new galaxy, bounty hunter Starblast responds to a distress signal. To his surprise, the one who needs help is only a few inches tall! Not one to pass up on the opportunity to nom some easy prey, he tells the tiny alien that something is stuck in his asshole. . .
Featuring: M/NB Anal Vore, Giant Pred & Tiny Prey, Unwilling, Fatal Digestion, Aroused Pred, Masturbation, Orgasm With Cum Load, Tricked Prey
Note: This is Part 1 of Starblast Slurps Up Some Small Snacks. Check the story’s description for links to the Part 2. This file may also be updated with the link.
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Starblast stepped out of his spaceship, looking around for signs of life. “Hello?” he called, voice echoing across the empty landscape. “I got your distress signal!”
The cat started to move forward—but a strange sound below got his attention. Looking down, he noticed something on the ground, and crouched to get a closer look. Was that really. . .?
Sure enough, a tiny person in a spacesuit was frantically waving up at him, standing next to a ship their size. They had feline ears, but also pincers like an ant and two blue antenna sprouting from their head, with stars at the tip. They also had hooves like a goat, and Starblast decided to deem them a “goat-ant”.
“I didn’t expect a giant to be the one to get my distress beacon!” they exclaimed. “Wow!”
“Giant?” Starblast echoed. “I’m the same size as anyone else, buddy. *You’re* the weird one here. . .”
“No no, it’s perfect!” the miniature anthro exclaimed. “You’re big enough to carry me and my ship, take us to a repair shop on the other side of the planet! Do you think you can help out?”
Starblast thought for a moment. A sinister idea came to his mind, and he grinned. Sure, he hadn’t expected to run into a tiny person today, but one had to take advantage of the opportunities life gave to them. And he was going to take *great* advantage. . .
“I can help,” he agreed. “Can you turn off your distress signal?”
“Sure!” The goat-ant ducked into their ship, and came out a few moments later. “It’s off! Thanks again for helping me out.”
“You’re welcome,” Starblast said with a smile. “Now, I’m going to get you to that repair shop, but I really need you to do something for me first.”
The tiny alien raised an eyebrow. “What’s that?”
Starblast turned around and pointed at his butt, lifting up his tail. “There’s something … stuck in there. A thorn or a rock, and it’s really uncomfortable. You’re small, so you can get a better look than I can. Could you help me get it out?”
“Oh!” the goat-ant said, looking flustered, embarrassed. “I mean, you *are* going to help me out, so I guess I could do something for you in return… It’s only fair, right?”
“Right, exactly!” Starblast exclaimed with a chuckle. He couldn’t believe this alien was so naïve as to fall for this. “Let me take off my pants so you can take a good look.”
The cat did so after undoing his belt, pulling down his underwear from the back so he could give his tiny new friend a good look. He sat down on the ground below, so that his ass was right in front of the small alien. “Here you go!” he said, resisting the urge to let out some hysterical laughter.
There was a pause. Then, he heard tiny footsteps moving forward, and a small presence squeezed between his butt cheeks, heading toward his rectum. Starblast resisted the urge to moan of pleasure. He could barely hear the tiny aliens voice saying, “It’s really tight in here… I’ll use the flashlight on my headset to get a better look!”
“Oh yes, that’s perfect,” Starblast agreed. There was a pause, and he can feel the small alien moving against his fluffy cheeks, a small *click* sounding as the flashlight turned on. Then, they moved forward some more, and touched his butthole.
Start blast let out a surprised and aroused mee, biting his lip as the little hand in his asshole went deeper in. ‘I’m not seeing anything,” the alien’s tiny, muffled voice sounded. “Are you sure there’s something in here?”
“Yeah,” Starblast managed to say, reaching down and stroking his cock. “It’s deeper in than that, though. I think you’re going to have to go further…”
“Oh, ok!” The goat-ant agreed. A moment later, both of their hands were fishing inside of his hole, and he could feel their body crawling in, There spherical space helmet feeling like the tip of a dildo as it squeezed inside. Perfect!
Starblast tightened his body around his prey, and sucked all of them in with a cry of pleasure, his hand rubbing his penis harder. He could hear a muffled, “Hey!” but he ignored the protest, letting out a laugh of victory.
“You really thought that I had something in my asshole? Are you stupid?!” Starblast cackled as he felt the alien going up his intestines, making part of his abdomen bulge out slightly, a traveling lump going towards its final destination.
“Wait, you were lying?” the goat-ant exclaimed. Their voice was barely audible inside of him. “Why would you lie to me?!”
“Because I thought you would make good prey,” Starblast replied with a giggle. “You’re perfectly snack sized, after all! And you feel so good in there I just *have* to keep you~!” By now, his cock was stiff, rock hard, and he was very close to climax…
The lump in his midsection disappeared as his food reached its destination: his gurgling, growling stomach. He heard the alien let out a groan, then a alarmed squeak. A moment later, hands were pounding against his belly walls, making for a nice inner massage. “Let me out!” they screamed.
“Not a chance,” Starblast replied. Living out another aroused mew, he reached behind him and put his fingers in his asshole, stuffing them inside. That, along with the feeling of his prey fighting inside of him, was enough to finally make him orgasm: a huge load of cum landed next to the alien’s ship, taller than the tiny vehicle by a mile. The cat was so high in cloud nine, he almost didn’t catch his foods panicked words: “I can give you different prey if you just let me out!”
“Different prey?” Starblast echoed, reaching down and massaging his belly. He knew that would speed up the digestive process, and sure enough, he heard fluids pouring down as his gut let out another gurgle. “Better talk now, before you breathe your last,” he threatened his food.
“And you’ll let me out?” they asked, their voice a desperate scream.
“Of course,” Starblast agreed. “Now tell me, what do you mean by ‘different prey?’”
“This whole galaxy has planets of people the same size as me!” The goat-ant explained frantically. “I don’t know how you got here exactly, but you’re the odd one out! If you just let me go, I can tell you where to find the rest! The data is on my ship!”
Starblast pondered for a moment. Maybe the wormhole he had taken brought him to the wrong galaxy… Well, it would prove to be a tasty one, at least.
“There, I said it! Now let me out!” his meal begged.
Starblast laughed and massaged his stomach harder, making more digestive juices rain down. “Oh, I’ll let you out alright,” he agreed. “Once you’re digested into yoyme, you’ll become ship, and come out my asshole as waste! Ha ha ha!”
“No!” His food begged, letting out a wheezing cough. Looks like the acids were doing their work. “You promised!”
“I didn’t say how you’d be let out, just that you would be,” Starblast replied. “Now, why don’t you get broken down like a good piece of meat?”
More coughs answered him, and a few moments later, his meal stopped moving. It was done.
Starblast let out a happy *buuuuurp* and leaned back, listening to his stomach slosh as it broke down the food inside. He reached over and picked up his prey’s tiny ship. it wouldn't be difficult to hack into the computer to get the information they were talking about—and, plus, the vehicle make an excellent trophy. He couldn’t wait to devour more of this galaxy’s inhabitants.
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Today’s prompt is #6: Mega-Macro. After covering the city in her piss, Adonis decides to drown the entire planet in it.
Featuring: Sadistic Giantess, Watersports, Snuff (Unwilling Tiny Victims, Drowning A Planet In Piss)
Characters: https://toyhou.se/17538326.adonis
Note: This is a sequel to Adonis’ Bathroom-Driven City Destruction, which you can read here:
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Adonis smirked and closed her eyes. Concentrating, she began to grow even larger than she already was. She was already taller than the skyscrapers around her, but at the rate she was going, she soon was far, FAR larger, her head passing through the atmosphere as she entered outer space. When it was all said and done, she was floating in the stars, and the world was small enough to fit in the palm of her hand.
Giggling, the dragoness picked up the Earth, and brought it down to her cock. That simple action caused chaos for the now-microscopic beings on the planet: earthquakes erupted across the continents, the sun changed position in the sky, and large winds blew people away.
"I saved a liiiiiiiittle bit of piss, just for this moment," Adonis said, her voice boomingly loud to the little people underneath her penis. "Here goes!"
The dragon released, and a stream of yellow burst out of her cock. The pee came down from the atmosphere of Earth, stronger and faster than any tsunami, and washed across the continents, all while the little people below screamed and frantically tried to swim in the stuff. Buildings were washed away by the liquid mass as it rapidly transformed the world’s landscape into a massive yellow pool. In a matter of seconds, the blue oceans turned yellow, stuffed too full of Adonis' pee, and every citizen of Earth was flailing in her waste, struggling not to drown. Some unfortunate victims already had. Adonis let out a happy sigh. "Sorry, I just couldn't hold it in~!"
dom drop looking at the shaky bruised up tiny in your hands and registering how easy it would have been to fuck up and kill or disfigure them just for your stupid evil fun and oh nnooooo bring your face down here lemme kissy that guilt away
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Today’s prompt is #2: City. Adonis, a sadistic dragon, grows to massive size and invades a city. Soon, she has to use the bathroom, and she’s going to make it a problem for her unfortunate victims.
“Mwahahaha!” Adonis exclaimed as she stomped through the city beneath her feet. “Fear me, morals! Fear me!”
The tiny people below were in a panic, running around and screaming in fear as they tried to get away from the giant dragon. All of this was music to Adonis’ ears, a feast for her eyes as she reveled in their terror.
“Uh oh, I think I have to take a leak!” she said, smirking as her cock, as big & bulky as a skyscraper, emerged from its slit. “I just can’t hold it! Oh nooooo!”
Adonis released an ocean’s worth of piss from her penis, the yellow liquid pouring into the streets and sweeping up any unlucky little person it came across. In a matter of seconds, the entire city was drowning in her pee, people flailing around in it and struggling to stay afloat in her waste.
“And it looks like I got some stuff in my other end!” Adonis exclaimed, sarcasm still dripping from her voice as she lowered her butt on top of city hall. “I’m sooooo sorry, I just *have* to poop right *now*!”
The dragon moaned as brown logs of poop plopped out of her asshole, loving that first, beautiful moment of release. The first section dropped down and split the city hall building in half, and the rest of the shit only caused more chaos & destruction. By the time Adonis was finished, the building was completely destroyed, and those unfortunate enough to be inside of city hall were crushed by the putrid mass of poop. “Aaaaaah, that was nice,” Adonis purred, shaking her smelly ass. “I always love when I can do my business on some pathetic tinies. Hope you all like it, hehe!”
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came from your animatic? What is G/T? It is intriguing
hi hi, thanks for coming here from youtube! i get this question a lot, so here’s a copy paste from an older ask:
G/t, or giant/tiny, is a very broad umbrella term for the genre of extreme size difference — it’s often romantic, but it can also be any other genre. there’s a lot of people who like slice of life, familial, horror, angst, etc. g/t, purely out of the interesting dynamics that can come from such a vast size difference. a lot of people also find comfort in projecting themselves into these scenarios, as the thought of being small and comforted by someone very large/vice versa is a really effective means of escapism and coping for a lot of people :-)
Hey y'all! I come with a nice, long story of transformation, size differences, vore, and (for the ending) objectification. Enjoy! :3c
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Summary: You, a mage, are finally having the adventure of your dreams in New Mexico. But as you turn into various animals and fulfill your kinky fantasies, you long for your best friend, J. Will your day end with you finally being everything you've wanted for him?
Featuring: Oral Soft Vore, Non-Fatal Digestion & Reformation, Full Tour, Disposal, Reader Prey, Animal Pred, Magic & Potions, Animal Transformation, Flattening, Egg-Laying, Friend Pred, Crushes, Cooking, Taunting, Objectification, Turned Into A Cum Rug, Roleplay, D/s, Orgasm, Cum Stains
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You, a magic user in-training, smile as you cast a final reformation circle, feeling excited. You’ve been wanting to have this New Mexico adventure for months, and now, it’s finally here!
You put your bag of potions in the circle and take one out. All of them are transformation mixtures for various animals. Your plan today is to transform using the potions and have some fun as a feral! And if something happens to you, you can say or think the words of the respawn spell your friend J caught you, and you’ll be back at the circle in no time!
And so, you drink the potion you got out, a Tarantula Hawk Wasp one. Instantly, your body rapidly shrinks down and turns a shiny black-blue color. Your eyes go to the sides of your face and become large; your nose & ears disappear, and your mouth sprouts mandibles. Antennae sprout from your head, and with them, your sense of smell & hearing return.
Your chest becomes a thorax, with your arms becoming long & thin and a second pair of them coming out of your hips. Your legs become thinner & even longer, a large black abdomen sprouts from your butt, forming behind you (and making you blush), and your penis grows spikes to fend off attackers (making you blush even more). Finally, red-orange wings come out of your shoulder blades, longer than your whole body.
With that, the transformation is complete. You crawl around on the ground, getting a feel for your new body, and flap your wings a bit. After some practice, you’re able take off into the air!
It feels good to fly in the breeze, your wings flapping rapidly as you soar through the desert. You make loop-de-loops and zig-zags in the wind, loving how well this body can go through the air.
You end up being a bit too ambitious though. A beautiful, shiny yellow thing in the distance catches your eye, and you fly towards it. You land on something transparent on its front to catch you breath. And by the time you realize this thing is a car, it’s too late.
You hear an annoyed sigh from the inside, and then, a long, rectangular rod swoops towards you: it’s a windshield wiper! Unfortunately, it’s too fast, and when it reaches you, it utterly dominates you.
Time slows down as the wiper comes over your body and crushes you. It starts on the right side of you with just one wiper, crushing your wings against your body and your body against the window, hard. It comes over the rest of you with ease, squashing your form and compressing it mercilessly. If this weren’t a dangerous situation, it honestly wouldn’t be so bad—it feels like the best massage ever!
Then, as the right wiper retreats, the left one comes over you, squashing and smearing more of you against the window, spreading your body out even more. The relentless pressing sensation feels brutal, but also calming, too. It’s like all possible pain was smooshed out of you.
The left wiper leaves, and leaves you as a gooey splat. You relax for a moment, lying there with a happy sigh. After a bit, you decide that it’s time to test the magic J gave you, and think the words of the respawn spell. It instantly transports you back to the reformation circle, back in your normal body.
It worked! After taking a moment to adjust to being whole and un-squished, you look in your potion bag and pull out one for a New Mexico Whiptall. After drinking it, your shrink down, with your eyes going to the sides of your face, and your head becoming longer: your mouth stretches out, your nose turns into nostrils that go on the end of your new snout, and ears become earholes. As you get closer to the ground, the rest of your body rapidly changes.
You go down on all fours, and your body becomes longer & flatter, becoming brown & scaly. As your arms & legs change, you can appreciate that they’re more humanlike than the wasps, but there are a few big differences: they’re WAY more flexible, so much do that your joints feel extra bendy, and your fingers are MUCH longer. Your legs (or rather, your hind legs now, since you’re on all fours) have very big feet, with toes that are thicker & longer than those on your front legs)!
You feel something growing out from your butt, and turn red again. After a while, it’s still going, and that’s when you realize what it is: your tail! It grows for quite a bit, and when it’s done, it’s longer than your body is! And after that, another change comes that’s totally unexpected.
Your genitals shrink, and start changing! Blushing uncontrollably as this occurs, your dick & balls merge into your flesh; then, a gaping hole surrounded by labia grows between them, and your cock re-emerges a clitoris. What you heard about New Mexico Whiptail being a female-only species must have been true, but you didn’t think you’d grow a vagina! You try not to think about it as the transformation wraps up.
As the finishing touch, yellow & black stripes form on the top of your body, from your head to your tail; then your underbelly turns slightly blue; then the middle of your tail becomes that same blue color, going down until the tip of it completely blue.
And with that, your new body is complete! You’re low to the ground and ready to roam!
You happily traverse the sandy area, loving the way your small body wriggles around and moves. You can jump so far in this form and run so fast! Holes, rocks, cacti—nothing can stop you! It’s like you’re invincible!
And then, as you’re resting, you feel something bag travelling through your insides—and it’s making your way towards your vulva! You squeeze it out with all of your might, feeling your vagina expand as this circular, bulging thing travels through it. When it reaches your vulva and comes out, you feel your labia expand to fit the thing, more & more & MORE—until, finally, it slides out.
You turn around and see a white oval spotted with brown patches: you laid an egg! You blush again, feeling more self-conscious than before, when—
—a large shadow comes over you. Looking up, you see long gray bird feet, a feathery & white underbelly, and a body covered in brown stripes. Crap, it’s a roadrunner!
Unfortunately, before you can react, the hungry bird comes down and snaps you up in its beak! Your tail is slurped up like a strand of spaghetti, and the beak comes down on your body, squashing & compressing you as it holds its prey firmly in place. Panicking & going on instinct, you try to get out of this, thrashing with your scaled paws. You push them against the long beak, trying to get enough room to escape, but you only go deeper down the esophagus! You can only watch helplessly as thick swallows suck you down further—until your head is in the throat, and all light from outside is shut out with a final GUUUUUULK!
You travel down the slippery throat with great speed, and soon are thrown into a new, spherical space, plopped into a muddy pile at the bottom. After a moment, you realize you’re in the hungry bird’s stomach, sitting on half-digested food! Which means the digestive process is in full swing!
Sure enough, acids pour down from the walls in a torrent of liquid, splashing all over you and making your body tingle. You scramble around, trying to climb up the walls and back up the esophagus. But the stomach is too slippery, and your lizard paws are no match. Every time you try to go up, you plop back at the bottom, in a pool of digestive juices. When you land in there the third time, you realize that the food has turned from sludge to liquid. That’ll be you next. . .
The digested food drains into the intestines as the gut continues its barrage, making a large lake of acids. It drenches you, and your body tingles, feeling melty & weird. So this is what it’s like, being dominated by a stomach. . .
You’ve long since had an interest in vore, thanks to your friend J introducing you to the fetish. However, you never thought you’d experience it in real life. J assured you that the respawn spell will work no matter what form your body takes, and no matter how much it’s broken down. Sure, you regenerated as a bug-shaped splat, but this is different. Once you’re digested into chyme and turned to bird shit, like you’ve always dreamed, will the magic truly do the things J said it would?
You swim around the pool and try once again to climb up the belly walls, but by this point, it’s impossible. You keep falling back into the acids, and each time, you feel yourself losing energy, and tingling even more. You’re becoming so sleepy. . .
The stomach lets out a loud gurgle and starts churning, the walls tossing you around and making waves of acid fall on top of you. Overcome by exhaustion, you close your eyes. That’s when the digestive process truly begins, melting you into liquid in a matter of minutes.
Some of your body stays in the stomach to be absorbed by the roadrunner, but most of body, now turned to chyme, drains into the intestines. You’re still conscious in the latter part of you, and you feel everything as the tube-shaped organs convert you into waste. The villi-covered walls tickle against you as you turn from liquid to sludge, guiding you to your destination. Eventually, you end up in the roadrunner’s anus, gathered with the digested food from earlier.
A few moments later, there is a SPLLLLLLURT, and light floods your vision as the roadrunner takes a little dump, forcing you out with the food it had eaten. Its poop is white and splats all over the rocks, separating your body into various bits. You mix in with the other food, and soon you’re unable to tell what parts of this shit is you, and what isn’t.
As the roadrunner walks away to look for other prey, you think of the reformation spell. A moment later, you’re back at the reformation circle, as you were.
The spell worked, just like J said! You shiver and give yourself a good shake—going from liquid poop to a solid body feels weird! Then, you look in your potion bag, trying to find a good transformation—and then, you find the one for a Greater Roadrunner. You grin. Now, you’ll be on equal ground with that predator!
You drink the potion and shrink again, but don’t go nearly as low to the ground as before. Most of your body turns feathery, with your head growing a black crest; in addition to that, your eyes go to the side of your head once more, and your mouth becomes a loooooong beak! Your neck lengthens, and your body becomes oval-shaped, with your legs turning long & gray, one toe disappearing as you grow zygodactyly feet (with two toes in front and two in the back). As for your arms, they become your long wings, and a tail sprouts from behind you, your genitals relocating underneath it as your cloaca.
Now, you’re an exact copy of the bird that ate you! You’re a foot tall and two feet wide, a far cry from your size as a wasp or lizard. And after testing out your legs, you find you can run super far in this form, dash & leap like a professional! This is going to be a great time! You do this across the desert, having plenty of fun as you do so.
Then, when looking down to land a jump, you see that a coyote is below you with its mouth wide open, waiting for you to land in its jaws! At first you instinctually try to resist this fate, but then you ask: why are you trying to stop this? After all, it’s a chance to be vored again!
And so, you land in the hungry canine’s maw feet-first! Before you know it, the coyote is ravenously gulping you down, sending you down its throat with ease. You relax in his grip, not resisting at all.
The hungry canine sucks on your body as it devours you, lathering you in spit as it sends you further into its greedy throat. Once your neck & head is left, the coyote sucks the rest of you into its mouth with a SLUUUUUUUP! You slide into the maw, and an eager tongue licks your head until you’re covered in spit. You grin—from the way the coyote is enjoying you, you must taste delicious.
The canine pulls your neck & head into its throat with a SKUUUUUUK, and you slide down the esophagus until you land in the dog’s stomach. Unlike when you were a tiny lizard, this form is making a significant bulge in the predator’s midsection.
The coyote licks its chops, and then walks along, satisfied by its big lunch. You feel the gut dragging against the ground as it moves. Inside, it grumbles loudly, and the walls squeeze in, pressing against you and rubbing your feathery body. It’s like the place is taunting you, proclaiming its victory over its prey. . . You blush, aroused, and smile to yourself.
The walls squish you for a few moments longer before they finally retreat, the stomach returning to its original size. Then, it let out a GRRRRRRRRROWL, and the digestive process truly begins.
As the coyote walks, acids secrete from the belly walls, splashing on you and pooling at your feet. Immediately, the gut starts churning: it tosses you this way & that in an effort to break you down, and in the process, you become soaked with digestive fluids. You can feel them tingling the skin underneath your feathers, and digging into your clawed feet.
The belly churns again, stirring you in the pool of liquids that has gathered. The coyote’s stomach is more aggressive than that roadrunner’s—you’re not sure if it’s because of your size, or because the canine is higher up on the food chain. Either way, this gut is determined to break you down into nutrients, and fast!
Feathers are falling off of your body thanks to the acids; they go into the rising pool, and are quickly digested. As your energy drains away, you smile and lean back, feeling yourself getting sleepy. You hope to satisfy the coyote’s hunger for a decent amount of time—perhaps you’ll fill him up for the rest of the day! After all, you want to have been good food for him, a meaningful meal. As prey, that’s all you can ask for.
Soon, you’re completely bare of feathers, and are utterly drained of energy. So, you give in, close your eyes, and wait for digestion to really start.
It does so a few seconds later. The stomach churns, stirring you again, breaking your down at a rapid pace. Your large, solid body becomes melty & sludge-like, then turns into liquid chyme.
The stomach tosses your liquid form this way & that, churning you one last time as the walls squeeze in. Then, you feel most of yourself draining into the intestines; there’s a good amount of you that’s left behind to be absorbed, and soon, you can’t feel that part of you anymore. The rest of you slides into the intestines bit by bit, until all of you is in the long, tight tube. You notice the process is lengthier compared to when you were a lizard.
You let yourself relax as you travel through the maze-like digestive organs, going down & through the tunnel. Your liquid form slowly turns solid & brown, and when you reach the end, you gather in the coyote’s anus, waiting to be expelled out as waste.
Eventually, the canine stops moving, and it takes a big shit, brown tubes of poop plopping out of its bowels. Since you were so much larger compared to the last time you were eaten, there’s a lot more of you to push out. Instead of a little splat, your remains come out as a HUGE pile, one brown stool after another. Once the coyote completely finished dumping you, the pile you’ve made is as wide as him!
The canine walks away, and you listen to your remains slosh around in its gut. Then, you think of the spell, and return as you are in the reformation circle.
You give yourself a good shake, happy to be back in your body, and look through your potion bag as you think about what to do next.
. . . Now that you think about it, maybe it would be good to thank J for giving you that respawn spell. He’s closer to the river though. . . But hey, good thing you put another reformation circle near it when you set them up earlier!
You pick up your potion bag, whisper a spell, and in an instant, you’re at the river, in the woods! Smiling, you walk upstream, and soon reach J’s cottage.
He’s sitting outside on one of the logs around his fire pit, humming as sets up a grill grate & skillet over it. There’s a big bag next to him, likely with fishing or hunting supplies. When you’re close enough, J spots you, and waves at you with a big smile. “Hey!” your best friend exclaims. “You’ve had a good time doing your transformations?”
“Um, yeah,” you reply shyly, sitting down next to him. “And the respawn spell worked perfectly, too. I wanted to stop by and thank you for that.”
“You’re welcome,” J replies you with a smile. He leans over and whispers into your ear, “Got to do anything . . . self-indulgent?”
Your face turns red, and he laughs, leaning back. “That’s what I thought,” your friend says with a smirk. “Did you get eaten?” You turn redder, and he exclaims, “Yep, I knew it!”
J reaches out and gently grabs your chin, turning your head and tilting it up so the two of you are eye-to-eye. “You know,” he purrs in a sultry voice, “if you really want to thank me for putting together that respawn spell, I am hungry for lunch. . .”
“Y-You are?” you squeak. Is this really happening?
“Yes,” your friend replies. He reaches out, takes your arm, and brings it forward until your hand is pressing against his gut. It lets out a grooooowl, rumbling underneath your fingers, and a tingle runs down your spine.
Looking into your eyes, J continues, “I’ve seen the way you look at me and my stomach. . . I know you want to be in there. So, why don’t you just say yes already, and I can make you my meal?”
You nod eagerly. “I-I’d love that,” you reply, and it feels like a confession. Maybe it is one.
J smiles. “Good. Just know that since I did something so big for you by giving you the respawn spell I made, I'll need at LEAST one more favor after that.”
You nod again, not hesitating for even a second. In your mind, you say, I’d do anything for you. But you don’t dare say that out loud.
J rummages around your potion bag. “Let’s see, what am I interested in eating today. . .?” Then, he smiles, and pulls out a particular bottle, showing it to you: it’s for a Rio Grande Cutthroat Trout. “How’s this sound?”
“Sounds great!” you reply, taking the bottle from him.
“Fantastic,” J says with a grin. “No matter what happens, do you promise to trust me?” You nod again. He tells you, “Then, go ahead. Transform yourself into my perfect meal, won’t you?”
You eagerly drink the potion. Your body becomes flatter, like when you were a lizard; your head merges into your body completely with your eyes going to each side of your new form. Your arms & legs become your fins, your legs merge together and turn into a tail, and two more sets of fins sprout on the top & bottom of your body. Just like that, you’re transformed!
J licks his lips and says, “A twelve-incher—nice.” He lights up the fire pit, takes a bottle of oil from his bag, and pours a little on the bottom of the pan. Then, he places you into the skillet.
The intense heat immediately warms your body, and bubbling oil sears your scaly skin, turning it brown. J soon hovers over you with a series of herbs & spices. He flips you over with a pair of tongs, and you feel him sprinkling you with the stuff, flavoring you perfectly. A pleasant, tasty smell fills the air—your scent as food.
If it was anyone else, being cooked alive would be scary. But in this case, it’s exciting. Your best friend, the one you’ve wanted to be devoured by more than anyone in the world, has given you the honor of being his lunch. As J flips you over and adds more flavor to you, you feel butterflies in your stomach. You want nothing more than to taste good for him. . .
Finally, J removes the pan from the fire and picks you up by the tail. He brings you up above his head and then opens his mouth wide. “Alright then,” you friend says, sticking out his tongue. “Down the hatch~!!”
He brings your head into his mouth, and you are sucked by his hungry maw, his pink tongue lapping you up greedily. You wait with bated breath to hear his reaction, and are rewarded with a loud, “Mmmmmmm! So delicious!” A moment later, you are swallowed down with a GGGGGGULP! You blush, thinking about how big a bulge you’re making in his throat. . .
J sucks more & more of your body into him, sucking & licking every bite. You’re sent deeper down his throat, swallow by swallow, your heart pounding as you wait to reach the place your belong. When only your tail is left to eat, J pauses, then brings it into his mouth, teasing & tasting it longer than the rest of you. Finally, he swallows that down too: ULLLLLP!
Your body slides down the esophagus a bit more, then plops down into a large, eager stomach. This gut is bigger than the roadrunner’s & coyote’s combined, much bigger, and the walls growl & gurgle to you in greeting. Digestive fluid is already gathered on the walls and starting to gather beneath you. You’re not a small meal like the lizard, but you’re not a big one like the roadrunner: as a result, your presence forms a small little bulge in J’s midsection.
You feel your friend rubbing his gut, his hands compressing the space as they press against it. “Ah. . . You feel soooooo good in there,” he remarks, letting out a uuuUUUUUUUUURP! He chuckles and says, “And you’re already making me belch. . . Hey, that means you were a great meal!”
You blush, happiness & delight filling you. You wish you could tell J that you’re glad you were a great meal for him, that you’ve wanted nothing more than to fulfill that role. But you’re a fish, so instead of saying that out loud, you flop a few times, hoping that action conveys your feelings well enough.
“Ooo, someone’s excited, aren’t they?” J asks. “Don’t worry, you’ll get what you want. . .”
Right on cue, J’s hungry gut lets out a grrrrrrrrrrrrrrum, and the walls squeeze inward, rubbing against your body. Since it’s J’s stomach, it feels like a comforting, loving act, like you’re being hugged. You lean into it, even as acid gets all over you. When the walls retreat, the stomach grumbles again, and digestive fluids come down from the walls, pouring down on top of you, the pool at the bottom getting bigger.
You revel in it, splashing & swimming around the belly. All of these acids mean that J’s claiming you as his, dominating you like the prey you are. In other words, it’s everything you ever wanted.
You feel something tube like pressing against the gut, and after a moment, you realize that it’s J’s hard penis! You smile and swim around excitedly as arousal fills you, too; you couldn’t be happier that your friend is enjoying this as much as you do. Your body’s getting tingly now, your flesh feeling like ice cream melting in the sun. . .
“That’s right, jump & squirm in there while you still can,” J taunts you. “Once my stomach’s done with you, you won’t be able to move anymore. And then you’ll be helpless while it turns you into my chyme. . .”
You do as he instructs, wanting to be the best meal you can. But soon, you’re feeling tired, and not long after that, you can barely move. You sink down to the bottom of the huge pool of stomach acids, relaxing against the wall J’s cock is across from.
“Just give in,” your friend whispers comfortingly as the stomach grumbles & gurgles. “Relax, and submit yourself to me.”
And so, you do, closing your eyes.
The stomach churns you down into chyme, and you stew in there for a bit before getting drained into the intestines. They’re larger than the roadrunner’s or coyote’s, and the journey down to J’s anus is even more relaxing one yet. When you finally reach your destination as solid waste, you hope & pray you make a satisfying shit for your best friend.
After a few minutes, J releases you with a SPUUUURT, forcing stool after stool out of his body, moaning all the while. You land into a wet pool with a PLOP, and see white walls around you: you’re in a toilet!
J expels more & more of you out of his body, and from the noises he’s making, he’s clearly enjoying every second of this. You don’t make as big of a shit pile as when the coyote pooped you out, but it’s still quite sizable by the time J is finished.
He wipes his butt thoroughly, toilet paper falling on top of you as he does so. Then, he stands up with a happy sigh, looking down at you from up above.
“Thanks for the delicious lunch,” your best friend says. He lifts up his shirt, and you watch a a new layer is added to his belly fat. “You’ll be with me right there,” J says, poking the spot. “I’ll bet that makes you feel good, doesn’t it?”
When he’s right, he’s right. You couldn’t be happier. A part of you is with your best friend, marking you as their food, forever. Finally. . .
J grins, then orders you, “Regenerate from there, and I’ll tell you the next favor you owe me.”
You close your eyes, and mentally say the spell. A moment later, you’ve regenerated in your circle at the river.
You smile to yourself as you run back to the fire, joy filling you as you think about what just happened. You finally got eaten by J. . . After this, your whole relationship will probably change! Which is exciting, but also a little scary. . . You sit on a log, wondering what to say to him.
The sound of J coming out of the cabin makes you jump, and you push your thoughts aside as he sits back down next to you, his tongue running over his teeth. “You certainly were delicious,” your friend says with seductive smile.
You smile. “Thanks.” You hesitate, then shyly admit, “I’ve been wanting for you to eat me for so long. . . Finally getting a chance to be your lunch was really exhilarating.”
J’s grin gets wider. “I’m glad,” he says to you. “Like I said, I’ve seen the way you look at me, the way you stare at my mouth & stomach when I eat. The looks you gave me were of someone who wanted to be my prey. . . And now, you’ve have been.”
He pauses, then says, “Now, for that next favor. . . Why don’t we discuss this in more detail, first?”
As the two of you begin your talk, a feeling of shock strikes you, rendering you unable to speak. H-How did J know about that specific fantasy? Have you really been so obvious? At first, you’re embarrassed & ashamed . . . but J assures you that there’s nothing to be ashamed about, that he wants your fantasy to come to life. And he has the tools to do it!
And so, a few minutes later, you’re deeper in the woods with the last potion of the day, one for an American Black Bear. With a smile, you drink it: your body grows massively in height and mass, fur covers your body, your mouth becomes a snout, and your hands & feet turn into big paws with claws! The transformation seems to happen quicker this time, like the last one—maybe because you’re looking forward to be J’s so much!
You let out a mighty roar, and happily prowl around the woods. Rodents, birds, and other woodland creatures flee at the sight of you, and you grin, feeling more powerful than ever before!
You go to the right, like Jay told you, and soon come across the trap. As you step under a large tree, a large shadow comes at you from above—and fast! Before you can properly react, something heavy lands right on you, squashing you against the ground with a SPPPPPPLT!
It feels similar to being squashed as a bug. Your body is forced into the grass, and your large mass is flattened like a pancake in no time at all, trapped underneath what must be some kind of rock. Your arms & legs are spread out, and even your head is squished! You can’t move your body or even open your mouth to roar for help! And the thing that squished you is blocking your vision. . .
In other words, it’s just how you would have wanted this. Perfect
Unable to escape, you wait there for a while, hoping someone will come along and help you. Soon, you hear footsteps approaching, along with a beeping sound. Then, you hear a click, and the thing on top of you goes upward.
Once you adjust to the light, you see J. He smiles at you and puts a device in his pocket. “Looks like one of my traps got a big prize today,” he remarks. “I finally got myself a bear rug!”
One of the elements of your fantasy is for him to act like he doesn’t know you, and you don’t know him. In this encounter, you two are hunter & bear, dominant & dominated.
J rolls your flat body up and throws it over his shoulder, walking & whistling. You let out muffled roars for help, playing your part.
Soon, your friend goes inside his place. He walks past a series of doors before stepping into a large bedroom. Then, he puts you on the ground in front of the bed and unfurls you.
J looks into your eyes with a smile as he stands up. You watch as he kicks off his shoes, unbuttons his pants, a pulls them down with his underwear, revealing his dick & balls. His cock bigger & longer than you thought it would be, and you blush, feeling eager & excited. Seeing this, J smirks and remarks, “Considering what I’m going to do to you with this cock, better enjoy the view while you can.”
Your friend comes on top of you, bringing his dick above your spread legs. “Poor, poor bear,” he says to you with a shit-eating grin, slowly rubbing his cock against you. “You thought you were a mighty creature of the woods. Little did you know that you, a predator, were being hunted by me. . . I made you my prey.”
You let out a muffled moan of arousal. Precum escapes J’s dick, splashing on your genitals. J smiles when he sees the stain, and he rearranges his body: a moment later, his balls & ass are right above your face, and his cock rests on your chest. He reaches down and lifts up your head & neck like a rag, then rubs it against between his legs. His balls are forced against your neck, and your snout is shoved into his ass-crack. Meanwhile, your chest area is wrapped around his penis like a fleshlight. You feel the slick, wet shaft rubbing against your fur.
J brings that part of your body back & forth to rub his dick, and you hear him moaning. His balls shake back & forth as he masturbates, and your snout goes back & forth inside his butt. The feeling of your squashed body rubbing against your friend’s warm, sweaty flesh is so hot. . . You let out quiet moans as his ass squashes you mercilessly.
J lets out a cry. “Oh yeah. . . You feel so good down there,” your best friend says with a happy sigh. “You’re my prize after waiting so long for a decent animal rug. So big and furry—you’ll be very useful to me, prey.”
You feel your own arousal growing, and wish you could reach down and satisfy yourself. “Ah, I can see you’re enjoying this as much as I am,” J purrs, rubbing your body into him harder. “You like being dominated, bear? Ahhh~! Being hunted instead of hunter for a change? I’ll bet it’s something you’ve secretly wanted all your life. . . Ohhhh~! I’m . . . almost there, thanks to you. . . Soon I’ll—Ooooo~!—mark you as my own. . .!”
Right on time, J orgasms with a loud cry, and a huge load of cum spurts from his dick, splattering all of your helpless body. You come too, but since you’re flattened, you manage to get liquid on yourself.
J removes your body from against & inside of him, then brings up your drenched head until the two of you are eye to eye. “That was excellent. . . And it’s not over yet,” your best friend tells you, smirking. “Of course, I could put your body back to normal and eat you as a huuuuuuge meal, one that’ll satisfy me for days for days—but why do that right away when we can have so much fun together? There are so many ways I can use you—as a blanket for wet dreams, a towel to wipe my privates. . . Ah, the possibilities!”
J lifts up your flat chin and says, “So, don’t worry, bear. I’ll squeeze every last drop of usefulness out of you before you become my dinner. This is only the beginning.”
He puts you on the ground, then leaves the bedroom, making a point to walk on top of you when he makes his way to the door.
You’ve never felt more aroused & happy in your life. This was all just like in your fantasies, and even better, too! J’s going to come back, inflate your head so you can speak, and the two of you will do some aftercare. He’ll clean you up, give you some cuddles, and you’ll both talk about how things are going so far. And if the two of you want to keep going, you will. All the way until you become a meal for him again. . .
Your time with best friend—maybe boyfriend?—is only getting started.
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Figured I'd post an older story of mine, a two-part commission for MikeDavins! You are a helpless micro who wakes up in my crowsona's mouth as food.
Featuring: Unwilling Oral Vore, Maw/Mouth Play, Tongue Play, Giant Crow Pred & Tiny Reader Prey, Eating Food While The Reader Is In The Mouth, Food In Stomach, Chyme, Going In Intestines, Ambiguous Ending but Implied Fatality.
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You wake up in a maw.
It takes you a while to realize it. When you open your eyes, you're on a sheer, flat surface, pressed against something wet and warm. The air is humid, and hot wind pants all over you.
Pants. . .
You hear it now: the breathing of an enormous creature, all around you, all /over/ you. And that's when you realize:
You're inside it's mouth.
A cackling laugh echoes around you. "Took you a while to figure it out," the mouth's owner says, causing your tiny form to jump and slip all over the flat surface you're laying on. You stand and try to run up the sheer surface, toward the glimmer light ahead, but a wet thing, big as a bus, /slams/ into you and you slip, falling back against it--/The tongue/, you realize now. /It's a tongue!/
"Who are you?" you scream out. "Where am I? What do you want?"
The maw's owner laughs again, and the wet tongue rumbles behind you, covering you in spit. "I go by TastyAce," the figure says. "You're in my beak. And isn't my intention obvious? I want to eat you, you delicious morsel.
"But first, I like to play with my food. So hang on tight, little snack. Because I want to get a proper taste."
The tongue smacks into you again, running you against the inside of the beak, covering you with more spit and slobber. Then it flings you from one end of the mouth to the other, tossing you from one of the crow's "cheeks" to the next. Over and over the tongue does this, lapping you up, licking relentlessly, tasting you to seemingly no end, until it finally /does/ end, with you sliding down the slope of the beak and back against the hungry tongue.
"You certainly are a delicious morsel!" the crow booms, and you cover your ears at the volume of his voice. "But playtime isn't over yet, /food/."
The tongue goes underneath you, and it tosses you up and down, up and down, over and over again. At first you land near the tip of it coming down, but when you land in the middle of the tongue, it stops throwing. You sit there in dread, feeling the smooth, wet organ underneath you pulse with every passing second, the involuntary movements making you jump. Part of you wants to run, and you try to stand, but the tongue shakes and causes you to slip, sending you right back down. So you wait.
Finally, it comes: the tongue curls around your form, surrounding you with stickiness and drool, a wall of spit that threatens to crush your tiny form. But then it releases you, and you're dumped back onto the beak. You try to run toward the light, but you're too covered in spit to make it up the sheer slope, and you slip, landing back against the tongue.
"Well, that was fun!" TastyAce says, the voice booming around you, the sound waves making your body involuntarily shake. "But I think it's time to send my snack down to my belly."
Your heart sinks. "No, please don't eat me!" you scream. "Please, I'll do anything!"
But the predator ignores your pleas. Their tongue tosses you back, and you land at the end of it, your body hanging down an open area--the throat. Then TastyAce gulps, and sends you down to your doom.
The throat tightens around your small form, bringing your steadily downward. You try to struggle and fight it, but you're no match for the strong muscles. As you approach the stomach, TastyAce's heartbeat gets louder and louder, and you wish you could cover your ears. But your arms are pinned to your sides.
And suddenly the throat is releasing you into a wide open area, which can only mean one thing: you've reached the stomach. You try to grab onto something as your arms get loose, but your hands only slip, and you fall down, down, down, into the depths.
You splash face-first in the mushy remains of a salad: a half-digested pile that smells like rotton vegetables. You hold your nose, then realize that you're up to your knees in some kind of liquid--/It has to be stomach acid!/ you realize, your heart sinking as you start to understand: this is it.
No! It's can't be over! You walk around until you feel a wall, and bang on it, trying to give the bird indigestion. "HELP!" you scream. "SOMEBODY, ANYBODY! I'VE BEEN EATEN! GET ME OUT OF HERE!"
You hear a voice, and for a moment you're hopeful!
But then you realize it's just TastyAce laughing at you. "Be quiet and digest already, you pathetic little morsel," the predator says. "There's no escaping this! You're nothing but food now--get used to it." He chuckles.
There has to be another way. You run through half-digested food, dripping with stomach fluids as you do so, trying to find a way. You bang on the walls, scream some more, try to find something in the pool of stomach acid. But your banging is futile, your screaming only causes TastyAce to laugh harder, and in the pool of acid you only find digesting piles of food.
And soon, you'll be among them. . .
No. There has to be something. There has to be another way!
But that's when you realize: the stomach liquid has been rising, and it's up to your chest now. A loud /grumble/ signals another increase, and it goes up to your neck.
You thrash around, trying to keep looking, to find something, anything, that will help. But it's no use, and the liquid only rises higher.
Until, finally, in evelopes you entirely.
TastyAce feels the last of you dying in his stomach, and they lick their lips in glee. The crow's belly growls as it digested your minuscule form, treating you just the same as the rest of the food inside.
The crow walks off, wondering who he would devour next. . .
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“Hey there, little prey,” a voice says.
You groan, and open your eyes. You were just dreaming that someone had eaten you. But that had to be just a dream, now didn’t it?
“Not quite~.”
Your eyes fully open, and you realize you’re in the maw you saw before: one belonging to a crow. You’re currently sitting against a gigantic, throbbing tongue, and can feel the flat surface of the bird’s beak underneath you.
“Looks like you’re starting to figure it out,” TastyAce says. “You’re my meal of the day. And quite a nice catch, too~!
“But, no offense, you’re not enough to fill me up,” the crow’s voice booms. “So I’m gonna have a bit more food while you’re in there~.”
/While I’m /in/ here?!/ “No, please!” you cry out. “Just spit me out, wait, don’t—”
But it’s too late. The maw is starting to open, horribly slowly at that, and when you look outside you see a massive fork, with a huge piece of lettuce on the end of it, along with a crouton. Seems TastyAce is eating a salad along with you. This might not end well.
The fork enters the mouth like a spaceship gradually landing on a planet, and as it descends on the tongue the maw begins to close around it. That’s when you snap into action, racing up the beak toward the steadily closing mouth, toward the light, toward freedom—!
And then you trip and fall on your face, sliding down the beak and back against the disgusting tongue. Great. Just great.
TastyAce chuckles around you and the bite of salad. “Better hold on to something, little prey,” he says. “This’ll get hectic—at least, for you.”
Before you can react, the fork is removed from his mouth, and for a moment, the lettuce and crouton rest on the bird’s tongue. Then he begins to chew.
You’re thrown up and down as the tongue throws around the salad, and the beak moves up and down, crushing and breaking down the lettuce and hardened bread. You feel like an astronaut with all the tossing and turning—gravity almost doesn’t exist anymore, with you being tossed in the air so many times as the predator chews. You slam against the tongue as you exist in the air: once, twice, three times, you stop counting after the fourth. When the wreckage finally settles, you land on top of the massive organ, which itself is covered in disgusting bits of bread and lettuce. Some of the bigger bites tower over you, while the smaller ones are tiny enough for you to hold. Not that you’d want to.
“Down the hatch!” TastyAce declares.
Oh no.
You barely have time to think before he gulps—and suddenly, you’re running on the tongue, resisting the pulling force of the throat as it threatens to take you. Your legs quickly get tired as you race away from your doom, and you pray that you won’t trip again, not now, /please/!
And then, just like that, it’s over. The crow finishes his swallow, and lets out a satisfied, “Ah~!” You flop down on the gigantic tongue, thankful for the reprieve.
“Now for something to wash that down!”
Oh /shit/.
The maw quickly opens, and reveals a tall glass of water, held in TastyAce’s hand and slowly heading toward you. You decide to grab your opportunity and run for it, dashing off the tongue and running to the light. Come on, come on, you have to get out before the water comes and takes you—you’re almost there, yes, just a few more steps!
But then the crow tosses his head back, and gravity causes you to fall. You slam against the tip of the tongue and hit your head on the sticky organ. For a moment you are dazed—and when you open your eyes, the water is pouring in from above.
It starts slowly at first, a small avoidable puddle of liquid. But it quickly increases in size, and all too soon it’s big enough to overtake you, and sweep you within it. You gasp at the top of the pool, knowing full well you’re at the crow’s mercy—the pool is completely within TastyAce’s mouth, and you can’t escape this.
The crow throws his head back further and gargles the water: you’re tossed around everywhere as the pool bubbles, and you cover your ears from the booms of sound that it creates. But you can’t get distracted by his games, you have to—
/Gulp!/
And then you’re pulled in by the throat, only this time, the water grabs your soaked form and forces you inside, sending you from the spacious mouth, to a tight, writhing tunnel that threatens to crush your form. The throat steadily pushes you downward, bringing you to your doom inch by inch.
And suddenly you’re there. The throat lets go of you and throws you into a gurgling stomach, which impatiently grinds you up with the salad TastyAce has eaten—there’s quite a lot down here. You’re tossed back and forth, back and forth, until the digestion is complete, and another vortex pulls you inside the intestines.
As you enter the small intestine, you’re packed with the food, which is now liquidy chyme. Being here is almost like the throat, except the walls around you move and shift as the journey goes on. And this journey is much, much longer—with every step being a grueling one. The intestines grind you about as you go, threatening to crush your bones—it’s almost a miracle you’re still alive.
You pass from the cecum into the large intestine after what feels like hours. Your body is exhausted, and you feel like passing out. The smells around you threaten to take you, and even worse, you know there’s no getting out of this. At some point the digestive system will break you down, and make you completely food.
So you collapse, exhausted, against the ground-up salad, giving in. Soon enough, you are only part of a meal.
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I posted Part 2 of a G/t science experiment endosoma story today, and thought I'd share both parts here! Figured Tumblr's sizey crowd would also appreciate it.
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Summary: Archanis & Abyss meet for the first time, and Archanis offers the bounty hunter a hefty sum to study her--on the inside.
“Ah, the great Abyss. Finally, we meet.” Archanis smiled down at the bounty hunter. “I’m sure my reputation precedes me, no?”
Abyss nodded, letting out a sigh and leaning back in the café booth. “You’re the mad scientist sergal, aren’t you?”
“Correct—ah, I’m so glad you know me!” Archanis exclaimed.
“Yep,” Abyss replied. The humanoid scratched her head, frowning, and then started eating her breakfast. “So, is there a reason you’ve come up to me during my break? I wanted to enjoy ‘the galaxy’s greatest pancakes’ in peace. . .”
“Well, I have a proposition for you,” the sergal explained, watching Abyss eat her food. “I’ve never seen a creature just like you before, and I would just love the opportunity to study you, if you have the time.”
Abyss thought for a minute. “Depends,” she replied. “What’s in it for me?”
“Don’t worry,” Archanis purred. “I know that bounty hunters like you love to make good money. And I will pay you very, very handsomely. How does this amount sound?”
He leaned across the table and whispered a number into Abyss’s ear. Her eyes went wide, and she nodded, stuffing the last bite of pancakes into her mouth. “I’ll take that deal!” she exclaimed.
The mad scientist smiled. “Excellent.
“Now, come with me. . .”
Abyss followed Archanis to his ship, and as she walked on board, she saw that it was just as the rumors had described. Various rooms of tables and scientific equipment were along the hallway, and at the end of it was a larger space with many more similar items. The place really was a floating laboratory, a hotbed for experiments and creations, no doubt. And now, the sergal wanted to make her his subject of study. . .
“Lie down on that table,” the mad scientist told her, “and make sure you’re lying with your stomach facing down.”
Abyss nodded, and did as he instructed—the sergal was paying quite handsomely, after all, and she had no reason to assume he had bad intentions. Once she was on the table, Archanis rolled what appeared to be a tiny staircase over, and propped it across from her chin. “Good girl. Now, open wide and stick out your tongue,” he ordered, and she did.
The sergal smiled, and picked up a syringe of bright blue liquid. Then, he jabbed it into his arm, and when he took it out, he let out a loud cackle, took a small item out of his lab coat pocket, and exclaimed, “Let’s get this started!”
Before Abyss’s eyes, Archanis immediately shrunk down—in a matter of seconds, he became only a few inches tall! He put the item from his pocket on; Abyss saw that it was a belt and loincloth combination, and the former item was lined with various objects. The sergal ran up the tiny staircase, and when he reached the top, he dived into the bounty hunter’s mouth.
Abyss cried out in surprise as Archanis landed on her tongue, feeling the sole of his feet bounce on the squishy appendage in her mouth. Then his entire body plopped down on the organ, and she felt his legs and arms spreading on top of it. She wanted to ask what exactly he was doing, but she couldn’t exactly speak at the moment. . .
“Ah, excellent,” Archanis purred, measuring the large tongue with a big smile on his face. He used a scalpel on his belt to take a small sample of the pink, squishy organ, such a tiny amount that Abyss didn’t even notice. He slipped it into a glass bottle on the belt and then stood up, grinning as he pondered what he should do next. It wasn’t every day he got to study a creature like Abyss—and he was going to take advantage of it.
“I’ve done my measurements of your tongue,” he called out to the bounty hunter. “Now, I need you to give me a good, strong lick!”
“Are you sure?” Abyss asked—well, tried to ask. With her mouth full, the words didn’t come out quite right.
“I don’t know what you said, but if you’re uncertain, know that I am certain of what I’m asking of you,” the sergal assured her. “Now, go on! Lick me!”
The bounty hunter hesitated. Then, she remembered the large amount of cash she was going to make from this, and did as he said.
Archanis cried out in delight as the tongue started to move, twitching as it began to lift up. Then, it quickly slammed him against the inside of Abyss’s cheek, and washed over him with a slllllllllurp! He couldn’t help but let out a happy moan (thankfully, Abyss didn’t hear it) as the appendage pressed hard against him, matting his fur and drenching him with spit. He took a beaker from the belt and scooped up some of the liquid right from the tongue, closing it with a smile. That would be very interesting to study later.
“Alright!” Archanis cried. “That’s enough now!”
Abyss stopped, and the sergal returned to the center of her mouth, landing on her tongue. He smiled, wondering what he could have her do next. Perhaps he could give an analysis of the back of her mouth, looking over the throat and uvula? Or he could have the bounty hunter swallow him, so he could study her stomach?
Archanis thought for a moment, considering what he should do next with his test subject. He was currently inside the mouth of the bounty hunter Abyss, a tiny sergal on top of a sizeable tongue. She agreed to be studied for a sizeable amount of money—and though it would cost Archanis a pretty penny, this effort already was very much worth it.
After pondering a bit longer, he looked down Abyss’s throat, and could hear the distant, faraway grumbles of her stomach coming up from her esophagus. He smiled, and decided on where he wanted to go next.
“Abyss, I’m going to pay you well, aren’t I?” he purred.
“Without a doubt,” Abyss replied (saying words as best she could with the sergal in her mouth).
“And you know how to follow instructions, don’t you?”
“Yes. . .”
Archanis smirked. “Then here are the next steps: I’m going to go to the back of your throat, and I need you to swallow me.”
“What?” Abyss exclaimed in shock. “You want me to eat you?!”
“Such a crude word,” the sergal replied, letting out a tsk-tsk. He looked down at his equipment belt, and found an empty beaker—perfect, he’d use that. “Sure, you’ll be sending me to your stomach like a piece of food, but I’m going there to study you. And it’s not like you’re going it against my will; I am asking you to, after all.
“So, will you swallow me? I would love the opportunity to study your stomach, dear Abyss.”
The bounty hunter thought for a moment. This could be risky—after all, who knew what would happen to Archanis inside of her stomach?! Then again, if she refused, he probably wouldn’t pay her. And she badly wanted the large sum he was offering. . .
Eventually, Abyss’s greed won out, and she said, “Alright, fine. Go to the back of my throat.”
“Excellent!” Archanis exclaimed. “Let me go there now.”
The sergal scientist hummed excitedly to himself as he skipped across the long tongue, making his way to Abyss’s gaping throat. When he reached it, he faced forward, and lay down on the tongue, so his legs were sticking down into the esophagus. Then he got a scalpel and two beakers from his belt, placing the former item in his left hand, the the latter two in the other one. Now, he was ready. “Ok, you can swallow!” he exclaimed to his test subject.
Abyss could feel Archanis’s toes tickling the back of her throat, and when she was given the order to gulp the sergal down, she hesitated. Could she really do this? After gathering her courage, she gave a big swallow, and the huge GULP sucked the scientist into her esophagus, sending him toward her gut. She could feel him traveling down her throat, bulging it out, and waited for him to reach her belly. . .
Archanis let out a happy cheer as he traveled down Abyss’s throat. As he went, he used the scalpel cut some small samples from her esophagus to study later, storing it inside of the beakers. When the esophagus deposited him into the stomach, he was free-falling for a moment, but soon landed in the gut with a splash. After closing the beakers with some lids he had, he put them back on his belt, and got two new beakers into his hand. Then, he took in his new environment.
The stomach was absolutely beautiful. The spherical organ groaned and grumbled all around him, clearly hungry for food, and liquids dripped down the walls, pooling at the bottom of the gut. Thankfully, the only meal currently inside the belly was Archanis, which would ensure that his samples were not contaminated by digested food. Good—this would be excellent.
Abyss could feel the sergal inside of her stomach, and she squirmed uncomfortably. “Hey, are you ok in there?” she asked frantically. “Hello? Talk to me?”
“Oh! Don’t worry, I’m just fine,” Archanis replied, his voice barely audible over her groaning stomach, somewhat blocked thanks to the thick walls. “I’m going to gather samples now. You sit tight and stay right there!”
“Ok,” the bounty hunter said, relieved. Phew, she was still going to get paid! That was a relief.
Archanis first started with the stomach acids: he knelt down and ran his hand across the pool of liquid that was gathering below. Then he dipped one of the beakers inside of the fluids, gathering a sizeable amount inside. He smiled, satisfied upon seeing how full the container was, and after sealing it, he put it on his belt.
Then he went over to the walls, and started to take samples from it, using his scalpel to get pieces from parts of that, as well as the floor below. He hummed happily as he did this, putting the samples inside of his various beakers. Thankfully, he still had empty containers on his belt.
Abyss couldn’t feel any of the cutting he was doing. As far as she could feel, the sergal was walking around her stomach and tickling the walls here and there. Hopefully he was getting what he was looking for?
Archanis smiled and leaned against the belly walls, listening to them growl around him, feeling them reverberate against his back. So far, this study of Abyss was proving quite fruitful, and he was very happy with the samples he had acquired.
Now, he wondered: Where should I take this experiment next?
