The Vore Corner

You’d always been curious what it would be like to eat someone whole

The main reason is because you grew up in a city where the two types of people lived more or less alongside each other: tinies and humans. 

Although you lived in an area with mostly other humans - because it’s just more convenient, 

And it’s embarrassing to admit, but you’d always wondered what one would feel like in your stomach. 

It was very illegal, for obvious reasons. Murder is illegal, and eating a tiny alive definitely fit under murder. 

And you would never admit to this curiosity either, everyone would think you were a psychopath. So you kept it entirely to yourself. You didn’t express it at all, you didn’t look into it, you didn’t let it take up much space in your life. 

But you’re an adult now, and you have a car, and you have money, and you realised that it wouldn’t be that hard to drive to a tiny-person district, chloroform and kidnap a man walking alone at night, put him in a suitcase, and then drive to a human district on the other side of the state, which you also had no affiliation with, book a hotel room, and then well…

Here you are. It kind of happened on auto-pilot. And now finally after a whole life of wondering what it would be like, tonight you would find out. And then afterwards you could go back to your life, curiosity satisfied. 

You did promise yourself this would be a one time thing. Even if you really liked it, or something, you made a promise to yourself that no matter what, if you got away with it, you wouldn’t do it again. 

For several reasons. One, being that if you did get caught, your life would be over. Again, you were committing several serious crimes. If you kept doing it, most likely you would eventually be caught. You didn’t want to be a serial killer, you just wanted to be a one-off killer that no one would discover. 

And secondly, you didn’t revel in the idea of condemning someone to such a terrible fate. Obviously you were interested in the idea of swallowing a tiny whole, and then digesting them in your stomach, but not particularly because you wanted to cause them pain, but because you… well… you just wanted to know what it was like. You wanted to know if you could digest them completely, the bones and all, and you wanted to know what it felt like to have a live person inside your stomach. 

You couldn’t deny you were excited. You felt it in your chest, your stomach, and into your limbs, the giddy anxiety at doing something you weren’t supposed to, and moreso, something you’ve been waiting for, for so long. 

You put the tiny on a table in your hotel room. 

You decided several things before you started this plan. You decided that you wouldn’t talk to him at all. You wouldn’t eat anything that day, so you would be hungry enough to go through with it (and you were very hungry), and you would let them keep their clothes on, even if it might risk digestive problems, because even if you were going to eat them, you didn’t want to traumatise them more than you had to.

The tiny was groggy, from being in a bag for several hours, but you had put a small bit of tape over his mouth so he couldn’t complain about it. You didn’t spend too long looking at his face, because you didn’t want to get squeamish, but he did start to wriggle when you picked him up. 

You felt a pang in your tummy, as you imagined that soon you would feel him wriggling in there instead. 

You checked him one more time before starting. As were most tinies, he was about the size of a Barbie doll. He had ruffled black hair, he was wearing a yo-pro outfit and he looked to be around 30. Older than you maybe, but you couldn’t really tell. 

You wanted to memorise what he looked like so you could remember once he was in your belly.

After that, you put his head in your mouth. You held onto him pretty tight, but not enough to damage his bones. You did worry if he would break anything going down your throat, as it would be a tight squeeze. But it was too late now because you started to push him down deeper into your mouth, holding his arms to his sides, and holding his legs still. He was thrashing quite a lot, so the best thing was to try to get him in your throat as soon as possible. 

It was tricky, this was probably the most complicated thing you’d ever had to swallow, with all the wriggling and you having to be gentle with him. You felt his head and shoulders hit the back of your throat, and it didn’t feel great and you started to worry that you wouldn’t be able to get him down. 

Shoulders were probably the widest part of his body, so once they were going down it would be smooth sailing from there, hopefully. You felt a tingly resistance as you tried to not activate your gag reflex. It was more uncomfortable than you appreciated, but you reminded yourself that if you couldn’t swallow him whole, you were basically fucked. You made your decision, this was something you simply had to do, and your resolve helped you through it, even if it wasn’t enjoyable. 

You pushed his shoulders, and the rest of his body down your throat, until it was just his legs that you had to hold still, and then you were pushing the base of his shoes with your finger. 

His whole body was in your throat and it hurt, and it didn’t feel like he was moving down any time soon. You stroked the lump in your throat, which was tender and very sore, you swallowed a little too hard and it sent a wave of agony down through your whole body. It was nightmarish, you wanted to cry, but you steeled yourself, and kept swallowing, more gently, even though it hurt each time. 

Soon you felt the tiny body sinking down, when he reached your chest you could breathe again, and you breathed shallowly, anxiously petting your chest, begging your body to finish him off, and soon you felt the mound go lower until you felt a pressure in your stomach.

You massaged your throat, yawning, trying to console your oesophagus muscles. You still felt a great deal of pain, and you rummaged around for your pain killers. You frowned at the white pills in your hand, knowing swallowing them would hurt too, and it did, but you washed it down with water, which soothed it slightly. 

You felt sorry for yourself for a moment. You looked down at the table, processing the pain, which was dissipating. The tiny who was there just a moment ago was gone, and against all odds, he was in your belly right now. 

You stretched, feeling the tightness under your ribcage. You could feel something in there, it was harder to notice because your throat hurt so much. But you put your hand over your stomach, and you felt full. You pressed down, focusing on that area, and you felt a fluttering feeling - was that the feeling of your prey moving? 

Focused on this now, you sat down on the hotel room bed, and lay against the head frame. You poked at your stomach, trying to elicit a reaction from your prey. It felt kind of light butterflies in your stomach, even though you weren’t nervous. 

You realised you were breathing quite heavily. It was a lot for your body, a lot of meat to have in there all at once. It felt really solid, almost hard, like there was a rock in your stomach. 

You got up and went to the bathroom. There was a ¾ length mirror, you lifted your shirt and turned to the side. Your stomach looked pretty distended, and you watched it rise and fall heavily with each breath. 

You couldn’t quite see any movement from the outside, but you could feel the light tapping inside. It was funny to think that an entire tiny could barely be noticeable both by you, and from the outside. He was probably struggling with all his strength, and you could feel it a bit, but you couldn’t see it. All you could see was a full stomach, but to anyone else it would look like you just had a big dinner. Not that you ate someone. 

You smiled to yourself. This was good. Even though no one would be around tonight, if they were, there would be no evidence that you ate anyone. And after you digested him, there would be no trace at all. You felt smug at the fact that you’d just about gotten away with your crime, and you hadn’t even finished him off yet. Now you had the whole night to yourself, to digest this person, and then after that you’re good to go. 

Your belly gurgled, which echoed in the bathroom, and before you could stop it, you burped.

Did that mean your body had accepted the tiny as food? You had to admit, it didn’t really feel like you’d had a meal, it felt like you had something in your stomach, which was a different feeling. One that you hadn’t had before. You felt slightly uncomfortable, and bloated, but not sick, which was good. 

You fixed your shirt and patted your belly. You needed to go relax if you were going to digest him properly. 

You lied down on your bed, and got to massaging your stomach. You were on a high floor, so you couldn’t hear the street, and it was pretty quiet. Quiet enough that you could hear your breath, and you could hear your stomach as it started to groan and rumble, trying to figure out what to do with the person inside it. 

You encouraged your body to digest what you’d given it by carefully rubbing your belly, breathing deeply through your diaphragm. Putting yourself into a relaxed state, and showing your digestive system that you were ready for it to get to work. 

As you rubbed your full belly, feeling it gurgle under your hand, you suddenly became aware that you were digesting someone alive. You frowned and looked down at your stomach, a bit swollen. There was a person inside it though. 

You stretch and roll over onto your stomach, putting your full weight onto your prey.

When you laid with your ear on the bed, you were able to hear the vibrations of your stomach better, and you could also hear something interesting, a muffled little voice. You raised your eyebrows - your prey was yelling in there. Made sense, being digested and all, might as well yell about it.

You said you wouldn’t talk to him… on the outside. You didn’t say you wouldn’t talk once he was in your belly already. Besides, it’s hardly a conversation - it’s more like talking to yourself.

“I think I can hear you,” you mumble. There is some muffled noise, maybe in reply. 

“If you’re trying to get me to let you out, it won’t work. I don’t know if you know this, but I do plan on digesting you.”

It might be easier to notice since your stomach is squeezed against the bed, but you do notice a palpable kick.

“Oh, that was a strong one, well done.”

You belched. “Sorry about that.”

“And sorry about all this too. But don’t worry, this is my first time eating anyone, and I’m not going to do it again. You’re the only tiny who’s ever going to be inside my stomach - so you’re basically doing a service to your kind. And now that I know what it’s like to eat someone, I won’t need to do it again.”

Your tummy gurgles noisily. 

“Hmm, I’ve always wondered what this would be like. I think I’m pretty rare though - most humans probably don’t want to eat you guys. And like, I don’t think you’re like, lesser or anything like that… I’ve just always been so curious. And it feels nice, I think, you did fill up my stomach - you can probably tell, I imagine it’s pretty tight for you in there.”

You feel an uncomfortable strain in your belly, you tuck your hand in, and knead at it. your breath hitches, and you let out an uneasy belch. 

“I’m going to take a nap soon, so you’ll probably get digested while I’m asleep. I’ll remember you though, and I do promise I won’t eat any more of you guys, ok?”

The time has gone by quickly, and it is time for bed. You get changed into your robe, and get cosy under the covers. You drift off with a hand on your still-wriggling belly.

You wake up to a sharp pain in your lower belly. It feels like something is scraping and digging claws into your internals. 

You look outside and it’s early morning, before the sun has even come up. The pain hits you again.

Is it just like the bones in your intestine? Are they too sharp? Did they not digest?

Or maybe the hair? Or - right, the clothes. Eating fabric and bits of plastic doesn’t feel too good. You consider going to the hospital - but if the doctors do pump your stomach or something… and they find a tiny person’s clothes in your gut… that would be hard to explain. 

You wince and rub your lower belly, but it doesn’t help at all, if anything it makes it worse.

You take a bunch of painkillers and leave it at that. Hopefully the fabric can just pass through, but if not… well the hospital is not a great choice. So unless the pain gets absolutely life-threatening, you’ll just try to bear with it. 

You manage to go back to sleep.

The next time you wake up it’s light out, you check the time and it’s late, like midday, you slept for ages. And you wake up pain free, which is great. 

You get dressed, pack up all your things, and give your room key back to reception. 

Before you start the long drive back home in your rental car, you decide to stop at a cafe for breakfast. Surprisingly, you’re pretty hungry, you can feel hunger pangs, and your stomach is growling pretty noticeably as well. 

You would have thought the tiny you ate would have lasted you longer, but you did eat him early last evening, and now it’s like 1pm, so that’s almost 20 hours with nothing but that person in your digestive tract. And although that was a good bit of meat, it just isn’t enough to last so long. 

You go to a nearby cafe, and order a meal and some coffee. It’s a cafe for both humans and tiny’s so you see a few of them going about their lives, eating their small foods. Your lower gut rumbles. None of the people here know what you have inside you still. And no one will ever know, except you. 

They don’t know that the human they’re sharing space with ate one of their own last night. As you drink their coffee, it ends up in the same stomach that recently digested that man alive.