#asrielvore

Yeah, I’d love to! No one else is making this kinda content, after all, and this whole blog was set up on making the content I wanna see that no one else has made.

S.ans belches lazily, flopped back on the couch, arms folded behind his head and his usual lazy grin plastered on his face. The only difference in the usual scene for the skeleton is the red scarf half hanging from his jaws and the bulging blue stomach sticking above him. He'd gotten into a little brotherly argument with P.aps, as usual, and it ended with his brother trying to sit on him 'since he's just going to be as useful as a couch cushion', according to him. S.ans had opened his mouth to laugh and...well...apparently, P.apyrus's ass fit a little too well into his jaws. So S.and had no choice but to start gulping to clear his mouth, much to his brother's chagrin. S.ans just planned to mess with him a bit, keep his bro packed away, and then cough him up or simply dispel his stomach and let him flop out. He'd do it soon, once he's had his fun. But 'soon' was quickly becoming 'after a nap' with a food coma hitting S.ans. And he was never one to resist a good nap, so he fell asleep quickly, planning to let his brother out when he woke up next. Unfortunately for both him and P.apyrus, S.ans's stomach didn't really make much of a distinction between 'food magic' and 'monster magic'. So with him falling asleep, the hungry stomach was free to have its way with the free meal it was given. P.apyrus's yelling and squirming would soon go from annoyed to worried and panicked as he felt the stomach steadily breaking him down, turning the magic that made up his body into a boiling stew in S'ans's guts. P.apyrus knew his brother was always a deep sleeper, so even as he yelled for him to wake up and pushes on the fleshy walls, he knew nothing was going to rouse the smaller skeleton from his sleep. That's why he ended up going still, curling in on himself as he was steadily broken down. All his efforts amounted to a lazy belch escaping S.ans, making him pat his stomach in his sleep as it worked. Before long, even the soft whimpering of his brother would be drowned out by thick bubbling sounds, and his stomach steadily shrinks down inch by inch as P.aps is broken down and pumped away. The whole process would keep S.ans asleep, and he wouldn't stir until much later in the day, his stomach now causing his shirt to ride up a bit as he sits up. He scratches his belly and lifts one leg so he can rip ass. He snickers, expecting to hear P.apyrus complain about how rude and gross that was...but the only sound he gets is a groaning sound in his guts. He scratches his chin in thought when he feels the scarf still hanging from his jaws. He pulls it out and his eye sockets widen. He forgot about P.aps! And that building pressure in his bowels...he winces as he rips ass again and gets up to drop his shorts. Surely his brother is still solid, right? He just went too deep, that's all! S.ans grunts as he starts pushing...and what comes out is soft logs of crap, plopping onto the floor with wet thuds as it builds up. He's still hoping the weird sounds and awful smell don't mean anything, but when he turns around, S.ans is only faced with a pile of soft shit. All the excess magic his body found too be too much had come out, and that's all that's left of P.apyrus. Even worse...now S.ans has no one to clean it up for him.

It was late at night, S.ans the last customer before G.rillby closed up the bar. He'd been cleaning some glasses when S.ans asked "Hey G.rillbz, can I get somethin' off of the secret menu? I feel like I've had everything to eat here. Thinkin' I need something new." G.rillby has no idea what S.ans is asking and simply shakes his head. Before he can get back to work, though, his entire body is sized as his soul goes blue. S.ans's eye glow bright as he forces the bartender up against the bar. He takes off the buns from the burger he'd been served earlier and puts them over one of G.rillby's hands. "This'll do. Thanks, G.rillbz." His drooling maw opens wide and G.rillby can't resist as Sans engulfs his entire hand. S.ans closes his eyes, letting out a pleased groan as he starts taking thick, wet gulps. G.rillby is dragged right over the bar. He's panicking silently, but he still can't move at all, forced to simply sit there and watch as S.ans's jaws come in closer and closer...then they're opening wide and his head is diving right inside. S.ans keeps gulping, pulling more and more of the bartender down the hatch. When he gets to G.rillby's waist, he tips his head back and slurps hard, sucking down his legs in an instant. His stomach slams into the bar as he packed the rest of his friend away, now hanging down low between his legs and smushed between the bar stool and bar counter. A pleased groan escapes S.ans as the last of his friend slides into his gut. "That really hit the spot. Best thing on the menu..." With a slurp of his lips, S.ans snaps his fingers, and he goes from sitting on the stool to laying back on the bar, his stomach up in the air. He yawns and closes his eyes, slurping over his teeth again. "Well, food coma's kickin' in. See ya in the morning, G.rillbz." S.ans closes his eyes and dozes right off. At the same time, the blue magic finally stops, and it allows G.rillby to begin kicking and struggling around with all his might in a desperate attempt to escape the churning walls surrounding him. He makes S.ans belch, a plume of smoke leaking from his jaws and a pair of spectacles flying into the air...but that's the most G.rillby can manage. A few belches is all he can force out of S.ans before the groaning stomach has weakened him too much. His magic is fast fading, turning into a thick soup in the skeleton's gut, and halfway through the night that's all he is anymore: gut slop. And it'd all pump away through the rest of the night, packing onto S.ans's frame and into his bowels. When he came to early in the morning, he could feel the need to go, and figures there's no better place than the bar. So S.ans gets up and drop his shorts. He squats down and grunts, a rumbling fart escaping him. Then warm shit followed, thick logs sliding out and along the bar counter. Nothing distinctive of G.rillby is left, other than his uniform baked into the thick log S.ans is pushing out. It slides along the bar top, knocking over a few glasses as it takes up space, and when S.ans's pinches the last of it off, he's covered most of the top. He looks back at the mess with his usual grin, gives it a wave, and then pops out of sight. No one would know why G.rillby's bar is locked up tight that morning other than S.ans, who would simply say he got the best meal G.rillby ever made before he left.

It's time for some more immense self indulgent moments. And for context, I'll be writing about D.eltarune A.sriel, since he's in college and, presumably, an adult in that canon. And...before anyone asks, no, I will most likely not write for any of the AUs because, even if I like some, that's a confusing mess I would rather not deal with.

Can skeleton's eat things? Maybe not normal ones, but S.ans is hardly what one would call a "normal" skeleton. Magic had its way of doing just about anything it wanted to, if it really needed to, and it could make sure S.ans could enjoy a good meal when he wanted. This means ketchup, food from G.rillby's, and...in this case, human. An adult had fallen down recently and made his way out of the ruins. Sans was more than happy to greet a new face with the classic buzzer. The human...was less than thrilled. No skin off his bones though, right? Then P.aps was coming along the human needed a place to hide. Well, nowhere better to hide than plain site. So down the human went, right into a skeleton's gullet and dropping down into a chubby belly. His shirt did a good job of covering...most of it, with a sliver o blue magic peeking out from under it. A few belches and bad jokes later, P.aps was gone, and it was just him and the human again. He got to lean back at his post then, promising to let the human out after a well earned nap for doing such a good deed. Judging by the way his guts gurgled and churned though...well, the human was hoping it would be a very short nap. Or the skeleton might be getting chubbier soon.

College life was far different from the small town A.sriel had been familiar with. No faces he knew, things were a lot more busy and bustling, and he was pretty much on his own. Even almost missed having K.ris around in the lonely dorm room he slept in. But he managed to find his way, after a bit. He made friends, got familiar with people, and ended up fitting in like he thought he would. He'd even managed to get away without a freshman fifteen that he'd heard so much about! At least...well, until he ended up spending one night being a bit adventurous and partying with his new friends instead of studying. A beer or two, some flirty words, and a blurred night and A.sriel woke up the next day with a freshman...agh, fifty! Whoever he ate last night was just a fat belly he couldn't fit under any of his shirts. There was no way he was explaining this away to his parents. It'll get a bit worse for him when he manages to notice his roommate won't be coming back ever again.