#:gem

Grian only realized that the Square Hole connected to his stomach when Bdubs died in it.  He barely had a second to celebrate the trap killing someone before he doubled over at the sudden weight in his middle.  The solid form inside his stomach squirmed, Grian practically dropped to the ground, sitting in place, hand on his belly as he realized that Bdubs was inside.  It was amazing.  Grian just took in the feeling, until eventually Bdubs realized he could just hit ‘respawn’ to escape.

From there Grian couldn’t help but rebuild the Square Hole, the idea of a belly full of players was just too enticing to leave be.  Skizz fell to his death in the trap.  Grian was prepared this time, hand resting over his stomach as it suddenly became full, slightly rounded from the small form inside.

“You can hit respawn whenever.” Grian assured his new occupant, “But feel free to stay for a minute.”

Grian kneaded gently against the skin of his middle, his belly was so comfortably full, he felt so relaxed, almost peaceful.  But all good things come to an end, Skizz’s muffled apology about having to leave was followed by a quick respawn and an empty stomach.

It was quite a while later when the Square Hole claimed its next kill.  Martyn’s weight quite suddenly settling in Grian’s core.  Grian gasped as Pearl fell to her death as well, he stumbled in place at the sudden stretch.  He was stuffed.

Pearl squirmed, she and Martyn clearly poking at each other until they found a more comfortable way to curl up.  Grian ran a hand over his belly, all heavy and full, he made a soft chirping noise of contentment.  But eventually Martyn had to respawn.

“Please stay, I’ll take over all your chores around the base for today.” Grian begged Pearl.

She wiggled, hands pressing into his flesh from the inside as she considered.

“ Fine.” came her muffled reply.

And then, Gem.

Grian didn’t want his team dying to their own trap, but the feeling of Gem and Pearl as a comforting weight in his gut was worth it this one time in his own opinion.

“Today’s session is almost over anyways,” Gem started, “Just go to bed, let your bird brain enjoy being full of prey, and then we’ll just respawn next session.”

Grian followed her advice, he felt the two villains snuggle up together inside his stomach, comfortable within his belly.  Grian chirped quietly at his middle as he curled up in the lighthouse, he rested his hand against his swollen stomach, and felt the two of them press back.

Those were the last kills the square hole got for quite a while, until the final battle.

Scott was killed, his form settling inside Grian— Scott couldn’t respawn anymore—

Jimmy died, Grian cheered, the fight continued even as the weight in his stomach increased.  Martyn fell, and Grian, feeling ever so greedy, ever so hungry, pushed Gem off into the hole.

He was overfull, Gem joining the other two inside him.  His stomach clenched, he ached, he felt over stretched, his stomach churned as if that would somehow help, as if digestion would do any good against the three players currently filling his belly.

He really had thought Martyn was dead, that he was going to hit the ground.  He wouldn’t have killed Gem, he shouldn’t have killed Gem—

Grian died to Martyn’s sword, and then he was floating in the afterlife.

He was still full.

Grian startled as he realized he could feel the squirming forms inside him, his stomach still heavy, still blissfully filled with his friends.  He pressed a ghostly hand against his ghostly flesh and felt them squirm, as if trying to force his innards to provide them more space to breathe.

Grian hadn’t even realized Martyn had jumped off anything—until a fourth figure was stuffed inside his poor aching belly.

Grian whimpered, chirping as he tried to massage at his stomach soothingly.

Martyn thrashed, complaining about being stuck, that he thought the magic died with Grian—

Grian curled around himself, a familiar ghost made her way over.

“Aren’t you a full little birdy?” Pearl teased.

Grian chirped mournfully in agreement, but slowly his insides were settling down.  And the pleasurable haze of a full stomach began to reamerge.

“Got room for one more?” she asked as she poked at his middle.

Grian shook his head, but Pearl made sad eyes at him, and he gave in.  He opened his mouth, closed his eyes, and felt her ghost shrink and twist and pour down his throat.

Grian practically melted, he was full, he was so full.