Yes I write vore fanfiction and nobody can stop me

When Batter woke up, the first thing he realized was that he didn’t remember falling asleep. The second, was that he didn’t feel the tug of his puppeteer’s guiding hand, nor felt their gaze on the back of his neck. And third, he felt stuffed.

Letting out a long exhale, the Batter sat up, or well, tried to. It was more of a struggle than usual, feeling heavier. As he propped himself upright, he felt something shift inside of him, and finally looked down at himself.

His gut was overstuffed and outstretched, his shirt unable to contain it as it poked out from beneath it.

Well, that had explained the increased weight and lack of hunger. Perhaps he'd fallen into a food coma and passed out.

Curious, he poked at his engorged belly, to find that there was something solid inside of him. It shifted and squirmed as he prodded at it, before a familiar yet muffled voice emanated from inside of him.

“Heureux de vous voir enfin réveillée.”

Batter stopped and stared, confused. That couldn’t be right.

“What.”

“Mon ami, you don’t remember, do you?”

Batter stared at his gut, processing not only what he was seeing, but feeling and hearing too. He pressed a hand firmly into his midsection, just to make sure. There was definitely some sort of humanoid shape inside him, which shifted in response to his prodding. It didn’t make sense, and yet was the only possible explanation.

“Oh.”

He'd devoured Zacharie, whole, and was somehow also unbothered by the whole ordeal, at least physically. He felt cumbersome at the moment, like trying to fight with the merchant inside him would slow him down.

“Get out.”