What was supposed to be a routine night at the bank quickly turned sour. Two security guards were stationed there, dutifully patrolling to keep everything safe, when an alarm went off.
Quickly, the two guards rush down to the vault, ready to apprehend the criminal. Sure enough, they find someone with a suitcase, hastily stuffing wads of cash into it.
"Stop right there!" One of the guards orders. The criminal looks up, giving the guards a glare. The guards both have batons at the ready, prepared to rush the perp...
Until something really, really strange happens.
The criminal raises a hand and begins uttering something in a different language. The guards have no chance of understanding what it is, but it sounds as if it could be... Latin, maybe? Either way, there's an active robbery taking place, so one of the guards moves forward, already reaching for a pair of handcuffs... but as they do, the criminal finishes their incantation.
With a flash of pink magic, the approaching guard vanishes. At the same time, the belly of the other guard swells rapidly, causing them to groan in pain. They stagger a little in surprise, confused at the sudden weight in their middle. Their knees buckle, giving out from the sudden excess weight, and before they know it, they're collapsed on their back, panting and whining. They feel as if they can't catch their breath. Their skin is stretched taut, their organs have been rearranged to make space, and their stomach... is moving.
They're left horrified, staring at their unnaturally large, bulging gut... until finally, they hear a familiar muffled voice just beneath the skin.
"Whu- fuck- y'- how did y'-"
Of course, they receive no answer from the criminal. Just a cold stare instead.
A low gurgle sounds from their stomach. The guard whimpers as the movement in their gut turns to frantic struggling. All they can do is lay there helplessly, paralyzed by the unnatural change in their body. They're honestly surprised they haven't split down the middle, especially with the crazed struggling their coworker is doing in... there.
"Please," the guard whimpers.
The only response they get is the criminal easily stepping over them... and then disappearing out of the vault, shutting the door behind them.
The ringing of the alarm is much softer now, being blocked by the heavy door of the vault. However, the room is far from silent. Instead of blaring alarms, the sound has been replaced with the sounds of a muffled voice, pleading for release. Gurgles and groans sound from the guard's stomach, which are often coupled with pained groans as their stomach clenches and cramps around its newest meal. The guard's body even attempts to expel the sudden invasion a few times. Their stomach clenches hard, trying to squeeze their coworker out... but the guard's esophagus is simply too small, too narrow, to allow them back up. Their coworker is stuck firmly in their gut, with every inch of their body being groped by the guard's wrinkly stomach walls.
It's hard to tell how long they're in there. The vault is pitch-dark. The only sounds that can be heard are the painful gurgles and groans of their belly, coupled with the muffled screaming. After what feels like an eternity, though, the vault doors open, revealing a squadron of police officers, flashlights and weapons at the ready...
By now, though, they're far too late to salvage the situation. The criminal is long gone... and instead, the guard is still laying on the ground, paralyzed from the pain of having their insides rearranged to squeeze their coworker into.
"Pl- ple- hic- please," The guard whines out, tears forming in their eyes. "Help."
The police officers share dismayed looks. The one leading the charge turns to another officer and leans in, voice dropping to a whisper.
"Radio the captain... tell him it happened again."
