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You let out a sigh of relief as Chelsea let you into her house. “What is it? You know my parents don’t like people coming over after dinner, especially on a school night.”

“I uh...” you said nervously, shifting your backpack. “Have a favor to ask of you. I have a project due tomorrow.”

“Oh, okay. Sure, how can I help?” Chelsea said cheerily. “Friend’s over to do homework, that okay?” she shouted down the hall to her parents.

“As long as it’s homework, sure!” her dad called back as she led you to her bedroom, turning on the light and giving you a good look of her My Chemical Romance poster.

She turned to you. “So, what do you need help with? What class?” she said as she went to her backpack, taking out her binder, taking out a cup full of colored pens.

“It’s a biology project,” Chelsea’s eyes narrowed at that. “It’s due tomorrow.” You set your backpack down next to her bed and took out a glass vial with a weird liquid.

“And what’s it about?” Chelsea asked, staring at the vial. “Is it about the digestive system?” You nodded mutely, and she sighed. “What’s the vial for?”

“It’s something that’ll keep me safe,” you said. “I’m not entirely sure how, but it’s posted in a ‘Top 5 Useful Tips and Tricks for Vore’ article.”

“Great, we’re trusting the internet with your life,” Chelsea sighed. “Okay, fine. We can deal with this.”

“I’m sorry, if you don’t-”

“No, I can handle it,” Chelsea interrupted you. “I’m... touched that you trust me enough for this,” she smiled weakly. “Grab something acid-proof to take notes on, and we’ll get it over with.”

You grabbed your phone, which you had once almost dissolved because you dropped it in chemistry class while trying to take a picture of a cool chemical reaction, and you knew it could handle it. You chugged the liquid, and it tasted kinda like a spinach smoothie. Weird. “Alright, I’m ready,” you nodded, stepping closer to her.

You felt her breath wash over you as your head entered her warm, damp mouth, and she tilted her head back, using her tongue to help pull you down into her very tight esophagus, the squishy walls clutching at you from all around as you slid down, trying to shift yourself so you didn’t get a face full of stomach acid when you landed in her stomach.

You failed, but luckily you shut your mouth, and you twisted around to get your head out of it as quickly as possible, turning on your phone. It’s light blinded you for a moment, before illuminating the cramped stomach and its soft, shifting walls. You opened up a text document and started typing in notes, wondering if you should just make your project a text-based journey through the digestive system. You doubted anyone else would do that particular thing, since no one else would be stupid enough to actually try this.

The stomach walls around you shifted and twisted, almost making you drop your phone. “Sorry, just getting into bed so I can work on my homework and be comfy,” Chelsea said, her voice muffled.

“It’s okay,” you said, noticing you could feel a weird pulsing sensation behind you, and realized it was her heartbeat. “I’m not getting digested, don’t... oh.“ You paused as you noticed your leg sinking a lot more into the stomach acid than it should. You couldn’t feel anything, it was like it was asleep.

“Oh? OH!?” Chelsea said, her heart speeding up. “Are you okay!?”

“Yeah, lemme just...” you pulled up the page of the potion as you felt yourself sinking more into the acid. “Okay, so I will actually be digested, just painlessly and then I’ll reform once I get out. I’ll stay conscious, and be at least partially together, so I can still take notes.” You realized you should have fully read the reviews before taking the potion.

“Oh, I panicked for a second,” Chelsea chuckled, her heart rate slowing slightly. A loud gurgle came from the stomach walls surrounding you, and then it squirmed nervously. She was probably embarrassed at how loud her stomach was being.

You were quickly typing stuff into your phone as you lost feeling in your lower torso, having to hold your arms up so your elbows didn’t start getting digested. “Probably won’t be able to talk for much longer, so I hope this goes well, see you on the other side!” you say quickly.

“Good luck, hope it works!” Chelsea said nervously, and you sank fully into the acid, somehow still able to see and touch your phone. You entered a more cramped and tight tube, probably the small intestines, typing in your experience. You saw a weird goopy soup surrounding you, and figured it was your body.

“So weird,” you heard Chelsea, though it was very hard to hear her, as she was very muffled. “I barely have a bulge from you now.”

After what felt like hours, you felt the tube widen, and realized you were in the large intestine. You were almost out!

“Oh crud, I gotta go to the bathroom now,” Chelsea said, feeling shifting as she got up and hurried somewhere. You felt something wavering, and hoped it wasn’t the potion wearing off, not yet, and it all went to black.

You opened your eyes, then closed them from the brightness, feeling the hard tile beneath you and sitting up, rubbing your eyes as you sat up.

“Oh good, you’re okay,” Chelsea let out a sigh of relief. “That was... horrifying to watch,” she chuckled nervously. She handed you your phone, but you clumsily dropped it onto your lap, your fingers not yet functioning. But you managed to turn on your phone, and there were your notes.

“Alright, what was so horrifying to watch, though?” you asked, standing up shakily and putting your phone in your pocket.

“You... coming out and turning back into your normal body. It was...” Chelsea shook her head. “Hard to describe.”

A knock came from the door. “Chelsea? You okay?” her dad’s voice came through.

“Yes, we’re okay! My friend is just kinda sick, they puked, and should go now,” Chelsea said, pushing you to the door and opening it.

“Did you two finish your homework?” he asked, letting you past him.

“Yes, sir,” you nodded as you squeezed past. “Thank you, see you tomorrow Chel!” you called as you grabbed your backpack and hurried outside to go home.

“Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!” Anthony heard Riley and Eric chanting as he came up from the basement with ice cream, and narrowed his eyes as he turned into the living room, hearing the crunching of plastic.

The noise was coming from a now-empty 2-liter bottle of soda, which was dropped off of the couch onto the carpeting. “Really, Betty?” Anthony asked flatly.

Betty let out a burp, patting her swollen stomach with a mischievous smile as it bulged out from under her shirt. “I don’t know wha-” she was interrupted by a hiccup that shook her stomach, the sloshing audible, even to him, due to how much was inside it. Anthony looked back down at the ground and saw a couple more empty 2-liter bottles, letting out a sigh. “What you’re talking about,” Betty finished.

Anthony rolled his eyes and sat down next to Betty, leaning against her giant stomach like a pillow. He pulled away as she let out a quiet groan.

“Sorry, just a little bloated and full,” she apologized, rubbing her stomach. She turned back to the movie as Anthony started dishing up the ice cream.

“Wow, does that mean you’re not going to eat all of the food?” Riley asked teasingly. Betty didn’t bother to dignify her with a response. Anthony handed Riley the dish, and took the scoop to the ice cream.

Suddenly a deafening burp rang out, causing Anthony to screw up his scoop and get some ice cream on the ground. “Oh, that’s much better,” Betty said, glancing at Anthony out of the corner of her eye. Anthony handed Eric a bowl, grabbing a napkin and wiping the spilled ice cream up.

Anthony heard another hiccup behind him, then hands grabbing his sides, his vision going dark as his head entered something warm and damp. “Betty, don’t you dare!” he protested, trying to pull himself out. But as Betty tilted her head back and forced more of him into her mouth, her throat muscles tightening around him, he knew he didn’t have a chance, and just held his breath as he splashed into the stomach, noticing the liquid level was a lot higher than usual, and he had to push his head upright and tilt it to make sure he could breathe without inhaling the sticky soda, which was soaking into his clothes and making him feel gross and sticky. “What happened to being full!?” he shouted as he pushed against the cramped stomach walls to try and get more air.

A burp shook the stomach, forcing Anthony to hold his breath for a moment. “The big burp cleared up some space,” Betty said, and Anthony felt what was probably her hand pressing against him and rubbing her stomach. “And besides, you were so upset about me drinking all the soda. Now you can have some for yourself!”

“I don’t want your stomach soda,” Anthony protested. “And I can barely breathe in here.” Unfortunately, Betty’s stomach decided to do a bunch of growls and groans when he was saying this last sentence, so she probably wasn’t going to let him out.

Luckily, the level of soda was slowly lowering, so Anthony didn’t have to nearly press his face against the top of her stomach so he could get some air. He lay back, still tilting his head back, and feeling Betty’s stomach groaning and shifting quietly from the leftover carbonation from the soda, a quiet burp coming from Betty.

“How ya doin’?” Betty asked, patting Anthony through the stomach wall, causing some of the soda to slosh around. He held his breath, not wanting to accidentally inhale any more than he had to.

“Well, I can breathe now, so that’s a plus,” he said once the soda waves had died down a bit. “Next time don’t drink too much soda.”

“Alright, fine,” Betty said, not sounding like she was taking what he had said seriously. The stomach shook and a groan came from Betty as she stood up, using a hand to help support Anthony. She took a few steps, each one causing the stomach to twist slightly. It groaned quietly as the shaking from her steps stopped. “Now, Riley, ready to go home?”

“Yeah, sure- WAIT!” Riley started as the stomach jolted from sudden movement, and the quiet groaning rose to a crescendo as a heavy shape landed on top of Anthony, pushing him under the sugary surface of the miniature soda pond. He shoved Riley off and sat up, taking a deep gasp of air. He was close and tight with Riley, unable to get any personal space in between them.

“G’bye, Eric,” Betty said fondly as the stomach started shaking and twisting again, suggesting she was walking again.

“Bye, Betts, let them out before you go to bed, okay?” Eric suggested, his voice muffled due to being outside of Betty’s stomach.

“No promises!” Betty chuckled as a creaking came from the door from her going outside.

“Don’t you just love friends that always lis-” Anthony started, before shutting his mouth as the stomach heaved around them, the click that came from moments ago suggesting Betty was climbing into her car, and something that felt like a steering wheel digging into him.

“Ugh, how close the seat is feels so uncomfortable,” Betty complained, shifting the seat backwards so the pressure eased up, though it was the steering wheel was probably barely in her reach now..

“Not having people in your stomach would probably help with that,” Riley suggested, but Betty didn’t respond as she started up the car.

“At least most of the soda’s drained out, so we can breath without having to move around awkwardly,” Anthony said, for once looking on the bright side of things.

“Yeah, she’s not good with-”

Betty interrupted Riley. “Y’all better shush, or I’ll keep you in there tonight,” she demanded.

Riley let out a quiet sigh, and the two guys listened to the groans of the car and Betty’s gut until they pulled to a stop a couple minutes later. The stomach shook again, but the liquid level was low enough so they didn’t need to hold their breath as Betty climbed out of her car and went inside a building, and the stomach started to wobble slightly as she started to dry heave. Riley climbed up slightly, and grabbed Anthony’s hand, being clumsy in the darkness. “Almost out,” he whispered. “Then it’ll be time to raise our water bill.”

Anthony chuckled as he felt the stomach start to heave, pushing Riley, then him up her esophagus, it clutching tightly around them before they spilled out onto some damp, but soft carpeting. “Fresh air, how wonderful,” Riley gasped, taking a few deep breaths.

“Ugh. There, I’m not a monster,” Betty rolled her eyes, a hand set on her stomach and looking slightly queasy. “Have a good night, seeya.” She turned and walked out the door.

“Bye!” Riley called as she closed the door behind her, trying to find a dry spot on his clothing to rub his hand off on. “Rock, paper, scissors to see who gets the shower first?”

Anthony slowly blinked at Riley, before scrambling to his feet and running as fast as he could to the bathroom. “HEY!” Riley called out, climbing up awkwardly and stopping himself, seeing how far ahead Anthony was. “Leave some hot water for me, alright?” he called through the door.

“Don’t worry,” Anthony called back with a smile as he turned on the shower to let it warm up. “You could also try using the sink instead of getting everything sticky.”

Percy went up to the table with the two other preds, Richard and Danielle. He chuckled slightly as Richard had to climb up onto a tall chair in order to reach the table.

“Hope you don’t fall off,” Danielle teased as the referee glanced at the three of them, then at the table, which had 12 prey standing on top fairly closely.

“Alright, here are the rules,” the referee said, making sure to stand out of everyone’s reach. Didn’t want a repeat of last year. “You are going to drink the reformation potions you were supplied a week ago, and then eat as many prey as you can in 5 minutes. Understood?”

All three of them nodded, and took out their potions. Percy swirled the weird slightly glowing purple liquid absentmindedly, starting to space out as he watched it swirl.

“The match begins as soon as you drink the potions. Ready, set, go!” the referee said, blasting a whistle and taking another couple steps back from the table.

Percy jolted out of his daydreaming and tilted his head back, loudly gulping the syrupy liquid before tossing the empty bottle aside. He scooped up the first prey, a redhead about the size of his forearm, before plopping him into his mouth and swallowing, wishing he’d practiced the last week as the prey slowly slid down his throat. He spared a glance at his competitors, and he almost froze as he saw Richard down his second prey, his gut tearing through his shirt. How was he winning so far, at like a third of his and Danielle’s height? He turned his attention back to his own part of the competition and grabbing another one to swallow down, this time swallowing harder to make sure she went down faster.

“Go Percy!” he heard a muffled voice come from his stomach, and stifled a giggle. No, focus on the contest. He could be flustered later. He paused a moment to take a drink of water, a muffled shout of protest coming from his stomach. He ignored it and grabbed two prey, eating them one after the other. He was starting to feel a bit of pressure in his stomach as they all moved around to try and make space for themselves and all the prey who would come down in a while.

He placed another in his mouth and started to swallow as he looked to see how the others were doing. He gagged, leaving the prey half inside his throat, his legs just hanging out by his tongue. It looked like Richard was only one behind, his gut luckily hanging down onto the footrest of the chair, or else it’d block his vision from how big it was compared to him. And Danielle was definitely not taller than him a minute and a half ago. He managed to swallow the person down after a second, murmuring and apology. “What are you doing!?” he hissed to Danielle, glaring at her. “Size shifting is cheating!”

Danielle turned and stuck her tongue out at him as she reached a foot taller than him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said innocently as she picked up another prey and swallowed them down easily. Percy turned to the referee, who was not even looking at Danielle, and didn’t seem like they wanted to. Percy let out a quiet sigh and went back to his prey, knowing he’d have to up his ante if he wanted to still win, and felt sorry for Richard. He was definitely not going to win this, poor dude.

Percy sped up his eating, hoping the 5 minutes would be up before Danielle got too big and her size advantage actually was a big deal. He definitely should have practiced in the week leading up to this. His shirt had started to ride up, his stomach now starting to bulge out from his pants as he got his seventh prey down. It was getting pretty tight in there, and he noticed Richard finally stop, letting out a gasp of air as he leaned back, rubbing his stomach that was many times larger than him. One down, one to go. That one just happened to be 8 feet tall now, her belly barely showing any major sign that she was anywhere near full.

“One minute left!” the referee announced. “And Richard is out with 5 prey!”

Percy grabbed one and swallowed, shoving another prey in his mouth in quick succession, feeling lots of shifting inside his stomach as everyone struggled to make themselves comfortable. Pressure was starting to press up against his stomach walls, making it hard to go on. But he needed to. He needed to beat Danielle.

“5, 4,” the referee started chanting. Percy picked up one last prey and started to swallow, struggling to get them down.

“3, 2,” Percy finally managed to push them down, letting out a gasp for air.

“1!” The referee shouted. “The scores are 5 for Richard, 11 for Danielle, and 12 for Percy!”

A cheer broke out from Percy’s stomach, and he let himself flush slightly, starting to giggle as he looked up at Danielle’s 9 foot tall frowning form. She went over to the referee and picked them up.

“Not again,” they sighed, before Danielle swallowed them down, their gut finally swelling out slightly.

Nate grabbed a handful from the bowl of chips as he laughed, shoveling it in his mouth. He crunched into it, pausing as his tongue tasted something that wasn’t chips. But he mentally shrugged it off and swallowed anyways, feeling whatever it was fill his throat as it went down.

“Hey, do you know where Alex is?” Maddie asked, looking at the table. “They were right there,” she pointed near the chip bowl.

Nate felt a pit in his stomach as he felt a bit of squirming in it. “Right here!” a muffled voice came from inside him.

“Oh no, not again,” Nate sighed. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“What’s done is done,” Alex muttered, their shifting causing a small burp to come out of Nate. “I mean, there are worse people to be eaten by.”

Maddie started to laugh. “Why does this always happen to you, Alex?” she asked with a wide smile.

“Because no one looks when they grab food,” they muttered, obviously not happy.

“I’m sorry, I’ll get you out right aw-” Nate started to stand up before he was interrupted by an indignant voice coming from his gut, along with a small burst of pain from inside it.

“No. It’s fine, I can stay in here,” Alex protested, and Nate realized they’d punched him from inside.

“Ow, okay,” he said, settling down a little roughly and shaking Alex. He smiled a bit. He knew how they struggled with saying if they liked something, so maybe they just wanted to stay in there for a while. “Anything else you want?” he asked Alex. He felt a nice touch coming from inside his stomach, and realized Alex was rubbing his belly from its soft inside. He let out a little sigh of happiness.

“Nah, I’m good. Just don’t drink any more soda. The carbonation makes your stomach all bubbly and splashy,” they said.

“Yessi- Sure thing,” Nate nodded, glancing at his still half-full glass of root beer forlornly. Maddie grabbed it with a wicked smile.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let it go to waste,” she winked before she chugged it, gulping loudly.

“Wow, I can hear that from in here, this is why I never like going in your stomach,” Alex chuckled from inside Nate.

Maddie gasped with fake offense. “How dare!”

Nate rolled his eyes, and slouched more on the couch, leaning back into it. “You two just never get along, do you?” he joked.