A.sriel sighs through his nose as he sinks back into the car seat. It’s Spring Break, which means going to the beach and partying and having fun for most college kids. And that’s almost what A.sriel is doing. Almost. The only issue is he’s not going alone.

A.sgore is the one driving, happily chatting with his son as they make the trip. A.sriel is stuck going to the beach with his dad. How embarrassing is that?! He can’t have fun and party if he’s going to be stuck with his old man the whole time. Who brings their dad to hang out with people on the beach? Losers, that’s who. Besides, his dad will probably try and eat his friends anyway. He half suspects this trip is just a ploy for A.sgore to stuff his face on half naked college guys anyway...

He needs a plan. A.sriel can’t let this chance get ruined by his dad being here. But he knows he can’t just shake A.sgore off or ditch him, that’ll just make the older goat come looking for him or worse...feeling sad. And then A.sriel will have to deal with his mopey dad ruining the mood instead! There’s gotta be some way to get A.sgore off his back...

“...and I made sure to get us something special to fight the crowds,” A.sgore says. He’s been talking about what they’re going to do at the beach all day but A.sriel had tuned most of it out until now. “This beach has those private shaded tents for beachgoers to use! And I was able to get one rented just for us, so we have a comfy place to rest!”

“Yeah, cool...” A.sriel says dismissively. Private tents...hm...wait a second...that’s perfect! A.sriel perks up at the thought he gets and grins to himself. Yeah, that’s exactly what he needs. He knows exactly how to get his dad out of his hair for the trip...for all of Spring Break, in fact.

When they finally arrive, A.sriel has much more pep in his step. In fact, he’s eagerly trying to rush them along. He gets his dad to park in the first space they find, even if it’s a bit of a squeeze for their car--the beach is packed and bustling today, so there’s no good spots anyway. He urges his dad to get all of their things at once, even if it’s a bit of a struggle to carry it all, and gets him to lead the way to their tent. There’s a small cluster of them near the parking lot, and though it takes a minute, they’re able to find the one A.sgore rented and enter.

They get their things set down and A.sriel looks around. It’s a nice privacy tent, with two lounge chairs that looks comfy and a table between them. The flap is closed so it’s shaded but still easy enough to see. A.sriel licks his lips. Perfect...

A.sriel sits down on one of the two lounge chairs and sighs. “Finally...” He looks at his dad. Both of the goats are already in their swimwear. A.sriel is only wearing his trunks, having gone without a shirt, but A.sgore has on his trunks as well as one of his shirts that he’s just left open to show off his form more. God, his dad is huge...should he really do this..?

“A.zzy, I think I saw some young men playing volleyball!” A.sgore comments as he gets things more organized. “We should ask to join them. It would be fun, wouldn’t it?”

...yeah, he’s got to do this. No choice.

“Uh...hey, Dad, before we do that...can I get a hand here?” A.sriel leans back a bit in his seat, fiddling with the tightening straps of his swim trunks. “I think I tied these up too tight and they’re strangling me a bit but I can’t get the knot.”

“Oh, really? Golly, A.zzy, I told you I could tie it for you before...” A.sgore chuckles to himself and comes over. He leans down over A.sriel, trying to help him. “...hm? You sure this is too tight? It feels pretty loose to--bwah?” A.sgore bleats as A.sriel yanks down on his trunks to let his cock come free. The older goat blushes a bright red and pulls his hands away quickly. “W-Woah, A.zzy, what’s gotten into you?”

“S-Sorry, Dad, but this is the best way to do it!” A.sriel grabs A.sgore by the horns and pulls hard on his head. The older goat bleats again as he loses his balance and falls forward. There’s a wet slurp as he collides with A.sriel’s cock and has his face engulfed in an instant.

A.sgore starts to fumble and kick around. He’s splayed out over the lounge chair, stuck on his knees. He tries to push away from A.sriel, hands on the younger goat’s thighs. But A.sriel shoves down on the back of his dad’s head, forcing the rest of it in. He moans and shivers, his cock now sealed over A.sgore’s neck firmly.

“F-Fuck...ah, this feels...nngh...” A.sriel shudders and moans as his body starts to take over. His cock slurps wetly and throbs as it sucks in more of A.sgore, starting to work in his shoulders. It’s dragging the older goat across the lounge chair, pulling him deeper into A.sriel’s cock. His pecs start to fit in, all while A.sriel moans softly.

A.sgore’s cries are muffled so deep in A.sriel already, not helped by the younger goat’s moaning. His grip on A.sriel’s legs is being lost as he’s being pulled on harder and slurping deeper. His large gut is already being dragged in, making A.sriel shudder again and groan loudly as he’s made to accommodate it. “Shit...ah...th-this is...so dumb...” A.sriel huffs out. But he doesn’t do anything to stop it as his cock throbs and drags in more of A.sgore.

At this point, only A.sgore’s feet are hanging off the lounge chair. His legs are kicking around wildly and his hands keep clenching at his sides. But he only surges deeper, his middle steadily being claimed by A.sriel’s cock. It’s making him leak a lot, the lounge chair already stained in pre that’s been drooling out.

A.sriel can feel his dad come to a stop suddenly, his muzzle pressed up against something. He grunts and grabs his cock, shivering at how densative it feels with A.sgore’s upper body stretching it out. “H-Hold on, Dad, I’ll...help ya out..!” He lifts his cock up, hoisting A.sgore’s body into the air. His cock is stretching tightly over the larger goat, showing off his upper body and screaming face. His legs kick and swing up in the air, but like this, A.sgore pushes right through the opening and sinks down.

A loud moan escapes A.sriel as A.sgore slurps straight down his cock. His balls bloat out between his legs and over the lounge chair as they’re rapidly filled with older goat meat. A.sgore’s kicking legs swiftly sink out of sight, slurping down and disappearing into A.sriel’s cock. His nuts stretch out more and more, roughly taking on the shape of A.sgore as he gets crammed tightly inside.

Finally, A.sgore’s kicking feet slurp past A.sriel’s tip. The last of the goat gets sent down and squeezed into A.sriel’s nuts. They’re heavily bloated now, shaped like his dad, with A.sgore forced to curl up into a tight ball. It’s clearly tight for him with how much he struggles to move, muffled screaming coming out as he presses around.

“Fuck…Mmf…ch-chill out, Dad,” A.sriel huffs. “I swear this’ll be quick…” He grips his leaking cock and starts to stroke it. It’s so sensitive after taking A.sgore down, even just rubbing one out leaves A.sriel shuddering in pleasure. His nuts bubble and churn wetly, giving a good clench over A.sgore as they work on making a fresh load.

A.sgore says…something, it’s a bit drowned out by the boiling sounds of A.sriel’s nuts and muffled by the moaning and panting coming from him. A.sriel squeezes his eyes shut and pumps his cock faster. “Just…l-let it happen…please…” His whole body feels tense as he keeps pumping and he ends up clenching his nuts hard.

The loud scream that comes from A.sgore makes A.sriel jolt. He opens his eyes for a moment to look at his nude. Are they smaller..? He bites his bottom lip, hesitating for a second, before another wave of pleasure passes through him and he moans. He clenches his nuts again, earning another bubbly scream from A.sgore as he’s compacted down further.

A.sriel’s nuts are boiling hot, the clenching only serving to process A.sgore faster. A.sriel gives him another squeeze, and he can feel the solid mass inside break apart slightly with a squelch. That must’ve been an arm or a leg or something…A.sgore’s screaming is getting louder and more panicked, but whatever he’s actually saying is completely indecipherable. A.sriel can just pretend it’s some random guy in there and not his dad…

Another clench makes A.sriel’s nuts squelch and crack loudly, forcing the bulge down to half the size. Much of the detail has gone away, leaving only soft lumps that vaguely suggest a person. A.sgore’s voice is quieter now, more bubbly, not even recognizable. A.sriel pumps his cock faster, huffing and moaning. His nuts broil and clench and clench and clench and—

“Fuuuuuuuuck!” A.sriel cries out as his throbbing cock finally starts to fire, his back arching up as he fully gives into the orgasm. Thick ropes of cum gush out of him like a geyser, splattering across the tent and costing nearly everything inside of it with fresh, hot goat cum. Several beach goers definitely hear the noises from outside, and some who are close enough will even catch sight of a few wayward shots blasting past the closed flap or the puddle oozing out from under the tent.

It takes a few minutes for A.sriel to waste his dad across the tent in a white mess, but it feels like ages for him as pleasure wracks through his body. When his cock finally does go from gushing to dribbling, he goes slack in the lounge chair, panting deeply through his nose.

A.sriel looks around the tent as he catches his breath. Cum has plastered itself to every surface, dripping off the walls and ceiling and covering his things and the lounge chairs…as well as himself. But it’s not just cum he sprayed around. White and yellow tufts of fur can be made out in most of the mess, as well as the large bones that used to be A.sgore. They’re scattered around the tent, oozing in cum. His shirt ended up plastered across the floor and his swimming trunks are stuck to the ceiling.

…and his skull is resting between A.sriel’s legs, the goat’s much fatter cock and nuts pressed against it as the last bits of cum drool out over the top. A.sriel’s fave blushes warm seeing it. “Golly, Dad…you don’t have ti make this weird…” He sits up and carefully moves the skull aside so he can pull his trunks back up. There’s a lot tighter on him…

Getting to his feet, A.sriel tries to be careful about stepping in his own mess, but he quickly learns that’s pointless. Just as pointless as trying to wipe the cum off of himself. “…well, it a good thing I’m at the beach. Guess I’ll wash off in the ocean. Maybe someone can lend me a towel, too.”

“I’m just worried,” A.sgore says over the phone. “It’s not like A.zzy to just disappear like this! I know that we live in a safe town and all but...”

“I get it, but the kid can take care of himself,” R.udy replies with a smile. His free hand is gently rubbing along his stomach while the other keeps his phone to his ear. “He’s gotten that taste of independence since he went to college. I’m sure he’s fine.”

“But he’s not answering his phone,” A.sgore says. “And his car is still here. But he’s not at his mother’s, and no one I’ve talked to has seen him at all!”

“Hm...” R.udy looks down at his stomach, patting it gently. “...why don’t I come by your shop and the two of us can look around together? There’s nowhere in town he can hide that we don’t know about.”

“Huh? Are you sure? You know you should be resting, R.udy!”

“Oh, don’t worry about me. I’m feeling pretty good today! Besides, we can drive around in your truck so you don’t have to worry about it.”

“Well...okay...” A.sgore sighs softly. “Thank you, then. I’ll be waiting at the shop.” And he hangs up.

R.udy chuckles to himself and sets his phone down. He gets out of bed and stretches, making his gut slosh and wobble as he does. A soft “Uwwwwooorrrp!” slips out of him and he smacks his lips. “Geez, kid, still making a fuss?” He presses a hand into his rounded stomach, squishing the prominent bulge being made by A.sriel’s skull.

It had been an accident...at first. It was late and dark and R.udy had been starving. The hospital food wasn’t very filling and his body was demanding to be fed! So every so often, he’d slip out of his room and just...hunt down a nice meal to enjoy. He tends to be a bit careful about it, picking off someone who happens to be visiting or is new enough to town that their sudden disappearance won’t cause much of a fuss. But last night...

R.udy didn’t know A.sriel was back in town. He’d been wearing some new clothes and had gotten a little bigger since the last time R.udy had seen him. He didn’t recognize the kid from behind at all, especially in the dark. So when he lunged, he’d quickly stuffed the kid’s head into his maw and devoured him. No one had heard the muffled yelling or the wet, sloppy gulps that came from the dark alleyway A.sriel had been pulled into. And no one had seen the stuffed R.udy stumble out and waddle back to the hospital.

Of course, by the time he’d gotten into bed and settled down with his full stomach, R.udy had realized exactly who he’d eaten. A.sriel squirmed and begged and cried, and R.udy had felt a little bad hearing the kid’s muffled terror. But he also knew he couldn’t cough A.sriel up without being found out. Even if A.sriel was going to go back to college, he knew word of things spread fast in small towns like this, and he didn’t need this particular rumor getting out.

He’d at least thought about telling the poor kid whose stomach he was currently churning in...buuut once the first crunches of A.sriel’s body being mulched down started up and he began screaming hysterically, R.udy decided to just ride it out like he always did instead. He’s not really sure when the kid died, but he slept like a log all night and through the morning. A.sgore’s call had woken him up, and he got to survey the damage while the fretting father filled him in on what was going on.

His gut is much rounder and smaller than it had been when he fell asleep. A few bones still stretch it out, including the skull, but throwing on a sweater hides it well enough. It sloshes with every move R.udy makes and is still burbling and churning noisily. But he’s not too worried about that. He just needs to last long enough to get to the flower shop.

R.udy keeps a hand resting on his stomach as he leaves his room to sign out of the hospital for the day. He doesn’t want it sloshing too much if he can help it. Digesting big meals like this always gives him a great boost, so he knows he has enough energy to get to A.sgore’s shop and do what he has to. He can’t get the goat stirring people up about A.sriel, so R.udy has little choice in the matter. And to be honest...he has always thought all that goat meat was just begging to be swallowed down. He got a taste with A.sgore’s son last night but he’s excited for the real deal.

The walk down the road is quick and easy. R.udy remains casual, smiling calmly and greeting the occasional passerby. When he does get to the shop, he sees that the closed sign is on the front door. Not like A.sgore saw customers anyway...he knew there’d be no interruptions.

A bell jingles as R.udy walks inside. “Hey, F.luffybuns, I’m here!” he calls out.

“Oh!’ A.sgore’s voice comes from somewhere in the back and he quickly enters the main floor. “Golly, R.udy, you got here faster than I thought! How are you feeling?”

R.udy smiles and walks over. “Like I said, I’m feeling great! Maybe a little peckish...” His guts churn wetly and he rubs over them. “Speaking of which, I think I know where A.sriel went.”

A.sgore perks up. “R-Really? Did you see him on the way here? Is he alright?”

“I’ll tell you in a minute but first you really need to calm down. You mind putting on some tea? I could really use it right now.”

“Um...right, of course!” A.sgore smiles and nods, turning around to guide R.udy into the back of the shop where the living quarters were. He starts fumbling with his sad excuse of a kitchen, getting a kettle set up on a portable heater.

R.udy watches as A.sgore gets things set up, licking his lips slowly. His guts gurgling messily, pumping a bit of slurry along as it processes more of A.sriel. Soon he’ll be having his second course...but with all that goat to send down, it’d be nice to have something to wash him down with.

Soon, A.sgore has two cups of tea ready. He sits down on the edge of his bed and pats the empty space next to him for R.udy. He takes an obligatory sip of his tea before setting it aside. “So, where did you see A.sriel?” A.sgore asks.

“I bumped into him last night while getting a snack,” R.udy explains, gently patting his stomach. He’s subtly moving in closer to A.sgore, their shoulders gently bumping together.

“Last night..?”A.sgore leans in more as well, looking concerned. “Did he say what he was doing? Or where he was going? Anything?”

“You know, I didn’t catch much from him,” R.udy admits. “But I do know where he went. You want me to show you?” He reaches his arm up.

A.sgore nods quickly. “Yes, of course! If you could show me, that’d be great!”

“Alright, you asked for it!” R.udy snickers and grabs A.sgore’s tightly by the horn. He opens wide and jerks down hard on the goat, a startled bleat escaping A.sgore just before his face is crammed into R.udy’s drooling maw.

A.sgore’s entire body stiffen in surprise, a muffled noise escaping him as R.udy’s tongue slathers his face. Definitely taster than his boy, R.udy thinks. He starts gulping wetly, working on cramming A.sgore in as much as he can. He wants to get him down before he starts fighting back, and there’s enough of him that R.udy knows he won’t miss out on any flavor.

It takes some work to wedge his jaws over A.sgore’s broad shoulders, but once he manages that, it’s not too difficult. A.sgore’s squirming uneasily, mostly from confusion more than anything. It gives R.udy a bit of time to enjoy the goat’s pecs as he pushes down over them, leaning in to keep his weight on A.sgore while he eats. It’s not until he’s starting to get to A.sgore’s impressive stomach, and the goat’s head properly enters his own, that a muffled scream comes from his middle and A.sgore begins properly squirming.

R.udy grins around his meal. Guess he found A.sriel, he thinks to himself. By now, he’s practically straddling A.sgore’s lap, the goat’s arms pinned down by his jaws sliding over him. The goat’s legs kick around uselessly, unable to find any kind of purchase as R.udy gulps and slurps over his middle.

Once he’s gotten down to A.sgore’s waist, R.udy switches their position. He sits back, leaning with his hands as he tosses his head back.A.sgore’s legs kick wildly in the air as his hips and ass are swallowed up in two wet gulps. Then his legs are steadily slurped down, making his form slide deeper and deeper.

R.udy’s gut bulges out in his lap as A.sgore fills it out. His face and paws press out as he screams and struggles. His legs kick until they can’t, held down by R.udy’s gullet. His feet are kicking around until the very last second where R.udy sucks them down his gullet with a final, wet swallow.

“BWWWWWOOOOOOOUUUUUURRRRRRPPPPPP!!!”

A wet belch bubbles out of R.udy as the last of A.sgore slips into his stomach. His gut bulges and rocks with A.sgore’s wild thrashing, making the whole thing slosh noisily. R.udy smacks his lips and looks at his gut with satisfaction. “What’s wrong, F.luffybuns? You were so worried about the kid, I thought you’d be happy to see him! He’s got a big grin, doesn’t he?” A muffled scream and some more wild thrashing is all R.udy gets in response.

“If it helps, I didn’t mean to eat him!” R.udy goes on, starting to relax and settle in. He picks up his mug of tea and takes a big swig of it. He can feel A.sgore jolt and bleat as it splashes down on him. “Aaah...I just didn’t recognize him. But I guess I did digest the poor kid on purpose...and then his dad is starting to raise a fuss the next day? Can’t have that on my conscience, so I figured I'd reunite you both. No hard feelings, right?”

Another muffled scream comes from A.sgore. R.udy can vaguely make out the usual stuff. “Please let me out!” “I don’t want to die!” “Don’t digest me!” “Someone help!” He’s heard it all before from the meals he’s had. Though there is something tantalizing about heating it from a longtime friend.

R.udy smiles and drinks some more of his tea as he relaxes. His guts churn and burble harshly, working over A.sgore. He really does pair well with this tea...

Over time, A.sgore breaks down. R.udy’s gut clenches and squeezes over him, compacting him into a ball and helping to soften him up with the boiling acids. Crunches and pops and snaps occasionally come from his stomach, always followed by a panicked shriek. R.udy’s stomach only ever gets smaller, compacting A.sgore down further and breaking him more to do so.

A.sgore’s desperate begging ends up lost on deaf ears, though. After finishing both of their mugs of tea,R.udy had laid down on the mattress and fell right asleep. A.sgore never noticed, lost in his own agonizing digestion and begging for mercy from his friend who was peacefully sleeping. After a few hours, R.udy’s gut shrinks down several inches with a loud, wet cracking sound. A.sgore makes a strangled noise that trails off and he finally goes slack.

R.udy’s guts continue to reduce as time goes on, pumping away a thick slurry of melted goat meat that adds some new heft to his figure. His gut takes on a lot of the weight, too big to fully fit under his sweater, but his entire body gets a little thicker in the end. The nurses are going to have questions about that...but it’s a problem for later. THe current problem is the way R.udy’s guts groan and rumble, a building pressure begging for release.

When R.udy does finally come to, it’s nearly dark out, the setting sun just barely illuminating the shop as he yawns. He winces as his guts whine demandingly and rubs over them gently. “I hear ya, don’t worry...” Clamoring to his feet, R.udy scratches his gut and sleepily shuffles to a corner of the room. Normally, he has to hide the piles he makes in dumpsters or out in the woods. But A.sgore’s shop has exactly what he needs to do the deed here.

Grabbing an empty burlap sack from a stack, R.udy drops his pants and squats down while awkwardly holding it open under him. He grunts and strains as he begins to push. It takes a moment before a thick log of crap crowns out of him and begins to slop into the bag, but once the flow gets started, it remains smooth.

A.sriel makes up most of the shit for now, stained white fur and bones dotting the brown muck. He fills up an entire bag and a fourth of a second, his skull one of the last things R.udy squeezes out. But it’s not the end as the flow of dung continues, marked by the same evidence of prey but for a different person.

A.sgore has bigger bones and made for a denser shit that R.udy has to work harder to squeeze free. He quickly fills the second bag...and then a third...and then a fourth...and about half of a fifth when the awkward shape of the older goat’s skull squeezes its way out. Those larger horns get R.udy to whine slightly as he’s forcing it free, but in the end, he’s able to push it out along with a few final logs of shit.

With a sigh of relief at feeling the mess end, R.udy ties off the bag and leaves it in a pile with the others. The sacks don’t look any different than the rest of A.sgore’s fertilizer, though it may be a bit lumpier. He doubts anyone will find it strange enough to dare open them and investigate, though.

R.udy stands up again, pulling his pants back up with another pleased sigh. “Thanks for having me over, F.luffybuns! I hope you and the kid enjoy the rest of your time together. I’ve gotta get going, but maybe I’ll see you later! In a flower patch or something...” R.udy chuckles to himself as he heads out of the store, careful to make sure no one sees him leaving.

UT!A.sgore D.reemurr: I guess he gets two descriptions since he's very different in both canons. UT!A.sgore I think gets lots of willing prey, mostly guards or other citizens that wish to show their immense love for their king by being his lunch--this flusters him too much to ever deny. He also really enjoys humans--in a post-pacifist scenario, this is usually a guilty pleasure or something he likes to keep private because it's a bit embarrassing. While I don't think he's strictly willing prey under normal circumstances, he will usually gives up/accept his fate after a point--either by getting defeated in battle or realizing he can't get free from his predator's gut. I also like to think he's someone that lots of people wanna eat but won't usually go for and he's too oblivious to really notice.

DR!A.sgore D.reemurr: Himbo DILF. Feels like that's self-explanatory. Tends to do lots of accidental/unaware vore/digestion, misunderstandings that end with his belly full, or 'eat a guy' is just the first thing that comes to mind when he needs a solution to a problem and he just rolls with it. I also like to think this version of Asgore really likes to eat college-aged guys and that's the thing he's kinda flustered by given his college-aged son. Similar to UTA.sgore, I think lots of people wanna eat him and he's too oblivious to notice it. Difference here being that he's not a king and people will be less likely to hold off, and he leans a lot more into the unwilling prey side of things. But since he's not a powerful boss monster he's also a lot easier to take down if someone tries. Though he can also be convinced into being food if someone finds the right logic.

A.sriel D.reemurr: Look, A.sriel's a giant dork, this guy's going to get teased and flustered more than anything. He can absolutely eat people--enough booze or social peer pressure can generally convince him to do a lot. He wants to be a cool frat guy at college so he'll do really stupid and poorly-thought-out things to achieve those goals. I also like the idea of him being a roommate grinder though, burns through them like crazy cause he can't help himself. But he's also just easy prey--he's kinda scrawny, easily flustered and tricked, and overall not difficult to get down. Definitely unwilling prey most of the time but results may vary. But more than that I think he just gets teased a lot by the other predators in his life because he's just that easy to mess with. And who could resist doing that?

S.ans: You would think a guy this lazy wouldn't be much of a predator...well, I don't care about that. He finds his ways to get his meals. Blue magic is pretty useful for quickly throwing someone into his maw by only lifting a finger. Or even less work--he just opens his jaws up wide and has some nearby meals do all the work for him. Somehow this keeps him well-fed. And I honestly like to write him with a meaner streak--just very casual in his regard of other people as food and making jokes about their plight without much care. As for being prey...well, trying to fight back is a loooot of work, so he tends to just not do that. This makes him an easy meal but who would want to eat a bunch of bones for lunch? Probably more people than Sans really anticipated. Ah well.

P.apyrus: Also very big on unaware/accidental vore/digestion. Like, if someone ends up digesting while he's trying to detain them or some training goes wrong or he misunderstands someone's question as offering to be lunch...no real harm done, right? After all, people should be excited to be a nice meal for the Great P.apyrus! Of course, if he can also justify the logic to himself as being for the greater good, that works, too. As for being prey, it's definitely an escalation of panic. P.apyrus is fairly confident that he either won't be harmed or will get out and the longer he lasts the harder it gets to keep believing that. Though, by the time he actually does attempt to get out...it'd be a little too late.

G.rillby: He's not a very expressive person so people tend to mistake that as "not a danger". And to well-paying customers (and Sans, I guess) this is generally true. But rowdy, unpaying, or rude customers tend to find very quickly that G.rillby is not a pushover and has a very low tolerance for these things. Of course, with his gut often obscured behind the bar, it's still easy for people to miss this even if he's currently processing a customer. Staying after closing is another no-go and it's not uncommon for him to be cleaning up the bar while some knocked-out drunkards are sloshing around as an easy dinner. Of course, being the guy in charge of the place, Grillby is rarely prepared for someone to try and turn him into bar food so he's easy to catch off guard. Especially if he's being dragged over the bar. He might give some indigestion or heartburn, especially if he's squirming, but he's a very warm and soothing meal as well. So it's worth it.

R.G01 & R.G02: They get to be put together because they do everything together and share a braincell. Very often they're in situations where one eats and the other is tending to their gut. Sure, they might get meals together sometimes, but once one of them has a full gut the other one loses the braincell they share and can only focus on belly rubs. This works out for them though. They're probably not very good influences on each other, either, since they also wanna show off to the other. It makes them good guards, if indiscriminately eating people makes you a good guard. If one of them gets eaten, though, the other is almost certainly going to follow. Mostly in some romantic attempt to free them that just ends with both guards stuck in their predator's gut. They're honestly much easier to handle together even if it's twice the meat since they won't be thrashing nearly as hard. Two for one deal!

S.watch: He's very prim and proper so he does make an honest effort not to eat out in the open. Though he does snack on S.watchlings that make mistakes or customers who ask him for certain 'services'. He might also just eat someone really quickly for his lunchbreak if that's more efficient. But he does try not to have a full stomach while working since it's not very polite...so it keeps him very flustered if it does happen. Now, he'll be very displeased at the idea of being eaten--it's rather gross and unbecoming--but he's also not going to make a huge fuss over it...if it can be helped. Customers or other people who ask politely can generally get him down with little complaint, though he may become more upset over time. People who get him by surprise or while he's working are going to get a very fussy butler, but that doesn't mean he won't go down smoothly.

S.watchlings: For a bunch of big, buff butlers they're kinda...doofuses. Pretty easy to tell why S.watch is in charge. S.watchlings eating one another for whatever reason is a fairly common occurrence, so seeing a few butlers walking around with full guts is expected. Does this get in the way of their work? Yes, constantly. Gives more excuses for eating each other. This means they're also very good as prey, given their training, and most anyone can eat them without too much issue. It does make worker retention a bit difficult but nothing that S.watch can't handle.

R.udy Holiday: Sick old man lying in bed all the time...he still manages to eat people with the benefit that no one ever sees it coming. Visitors and hospital staff likely disappear with him a lot but, hey, he needs to eat a lot so he can get better, right? The exchange rate of his own health vs. all the people he eats might not be the most evenly weighted but that's not a problem, is it? He also likes to crack jokes too often and they're about as bad and mean-spirited as the other comedian in the cast's. Though, the thing that makes him a predator no one suspects also makes him a rather easy meal. Sure, that might be a little cruel, eating a sick guy at the hospital--but it's gotta be better than what they serve in the cafeteria, right? R.udy might even suggest it to someone that's particularly close to him himself.

S.tarlo: Being a sheriff can be dirty work, but someone's gotta do it. That tends to imply detaining criminals in his stomach or the injured for transport or to just kick some people that had too much to drink out of the local watering hole. Is there still someone left to let out by the time he gets to where he's going? Maybe not, but that's just how it is in the Wild East--least, that's what S.tarlo tells himself after another 'accident' occurred. Though, with how popular and beloved he is in town, he might have a few fans that want to take a ride in the sheriff's personal cell...if there's nothing left to let out later that's probably what they wanted, right? S.tarlo has terrible control of his stomach so this is a constant problem with him. He's never really ready for real danger, though, so if someone actually wants to get the sheriff out of the way...they'll find that he goes down a lot easier than expected. Kicking and screaming, sure, but still easy. He's not even that rough on the stomach despite how much he might try. Who appointed this guy as sheriff again?

D.alv: Quiet, socially awkward guy that lives alone means surprise visitors get eaten. It's a strange shock reaction to have but maybe that's why D.alv stays on his own. Either way, he at least has a captive audience to talk to for the foreseeable future. They might not listen to anything he says and keep interrupting him with muffled complaints and moving around but it's better than nothing, isn't it? It's always sad when they eventually have to go but it's also D.alv's favorite part--not that he'd openly admit it. Though he's also an easy meal because of this. Get him by surprise and there's not much he can do. He won't fight back very hard and just try to convince whoever ate him to let him go...it probably won't work but it's the only option he has. And since no one really knows he lives all the way in the ruins, no one's even going to notice if he's gone. Ah well, the price for privacy.

M.o: Money talks and it can get him to do a lot of things. What he will do even without a price is eat someone--a business tycoon like himself needs to stay full and have lots of energy, and this is a very cost-effective way of getting that! Might be able to convince him not to with your wallet but it really depends on how hungry he is. Non-paying customers will always be his go-to, though. A lot of his random schemes and business ideas seem to end with him getting rather full as well, even when it wasn't planned that way. But he can also be convinced to be someone's snack for enough money. Is that money going to be very useful once he's churning down? Maybe not but that's just business, baby!

“I hope I don’t end up letting myself go like you did, Dad,” A.sriel jokes, nudging A.sgore’s stomach with his elbow. He’s visiting his dad again during a break in school, and has been getting bigger while he was away. “I can see why you get called Fluffybuns with all this fluff.”

A.sgore blushes and scratches his cheek, a sheepish smile on his face. “Well...maybe I got a bit rounder in the middle in my old age. But I don’t think I’ve let myself go at all, either. Your old man’s still got it.”

A.sriel snorts at that. “Yeah, maybe a few pies ago, but you’ve gone and buried all of that.” Now he gives A.sgore’s stomach a shake, making it jiggle and wobble.

A.sgore’s blush darkens and he frowns now. “Do you really think so?” It has been a while since he’s had someone really take a look at him. Maybe he’s just not noticed. So he starts to take off his shirt to make sure.

“It’s not a bad thing,” A.sriel goes on. “You spend so much time in the shop, it’s not that surprising that you’ve--w-woah...” His eyes widen as he actually gets a look at his dad’s body. While he certainly has an impressive gut from too much snacking, it’s paired up with bulky arms and solid pecs.

A.sriel really wasn’t expecting something so built. Has his dad been hiding this from him the whole time or has he just not noticed? Without really thinking, he reaches up and gives his dad’s chest a squeeze. No doubt, that’s solid muscle. “Holy...”

“Ah...” A.sgore’s entire face is red now. Golly, he forgot how sensitive his chest could be. It’s been a while since someone has touched it like this. And that’s usually because...of what he ends up doing to people who do this. “A-A.sriel, I...”

“Do you work out in secret or something?” A.sriel asks, feeling over his dad’s pecs some more. “This has gotta be bodybuilder levels of definition. No way you get this just from the gardening, right?” He’s so busy marveling over A.sgore’s pecs that A.sriel doesn’t notice the hazy look in his dad’s eyes or the big paw coming up to his head.

A.sgore can’t help himself. His body is tingling from the attention and a need for some relief. Which comes from pushing down on A.sriel’s head. The younger goat’s surprised bleat is cut off from his muzzle getting shoved in between his dad’s thick, furry pecs. He starts to scramble, looking up at his dad with a muffled cry. But A.sgore’s eyes are closed, a pleased moan escaping him as he feels that wonderful sensation. He pushes down harder on A.sriel’s head, and the whole thing disappears between his pecs.

The muffled screaming from A.sriel as well as his wild thrashing is enough to bring A.sgore out of his stupor. At least, enough for him to recognize that it’s his own son that he’s gotten neck deep in his pecs. Not enough to actually get the goat to resist the immense desire to fill his chest. He bites his lip and moves his large paws down to A.sriel’s ass. “Sorry, Azzy...I just need this right now. At least you know how I got gains like this, right?” He smiles bashfully. He’s not able to hear his son’s response, but it doesn’t matter much. He shoves hard, forcing more of the younger goat down into his chest.

A slight moan escapes A.sgore from the sensation. It feels so good. A.sriel’s up to his waist now, legs kicking around wildly. A.sgore grabs onto the goat’s ankles and pushes down again, shoveling more of him away into those fluffy pecs. They’re bulging out more and more as they’re forced to contain live meat. Only A.sriel’s feet are left kicking around. A.sgore watches them for a second with a bit of conflict...before closing his eyes and flexing his pecs, slurping the last of his son in with a moan.

A.sgore’s pecs bulge and shift around as A.sriel struggles inside the best he can. Packed into the tight, musky space has left him nearly hysterical, but his desperate pleas for his dad to let him out was muffled. A.sgore might have been able to hear them if he really tried listening but he wasn’t trying to do that. He was completely focused on the pleasure of having live meat struggling in his chest.

A.sgore starts to grope at his own chest, feeling it flex and squeeze over his son. He knows what’ll happen if he doesn’t do something quick to let A.sriel out, but the thought of doing so is so far from his mind it may as well not exist. “Aaah...A.sriel, it’ll be okay...just let it happen...”

That didn’t seem to bring much comfort to A.sriel at all, who continued to thrash and panic.But the walls were closing in on him, each flex of A.sgore’s chest feeling tighter and more restricting. The heat is getting intense and stifling as the older goat begins to sweat a bit. It was getting difficult to struggle at all, his form bulging out A.sgore’s chest as it grows tighter.

Cracks and pops begin to ring out with each flex, and A.sriel’s muffled screams are shrill. It makes shivers run down A.sgore’s spine and he squeezes his own chest hard. He can feel his son breaking apart, his pecs finally too much for the younger goat to withstand. Every time he flexed them, more of A.sriel was broken apart and turned into protein for him.

When A.sgore actually manages to hear his son scream for him, he became overwhelmed with pleasure. He fires off a load into his pants, moaning out as his pecs squeeze down tight. A.sriel’s scream gets cut off by a very loud, wet crunch, and A.sgore could feel the smaller body fold like paper inside of him.

When he orgasm ends and he sits back, A.sgore feels exhausted. He’s panting, sweat trickling down his chest as a thick musk fogs the air around him. His face is flushed with a cocktail of emotions that leaves him feeling amazing. His pecs keep flexing, his muscles pumping up with each one as he turns his own son into mass.

He feels...sated. That’s the only emotion washing over him now. But there’s an itch in his chest now. He scratches at it, digging his fingers in between the crevice. He manages to hook onto something and pull it out. A goat skull stares up at him, missing a jaw. It’s drenched in enough sweat that it drips off of it like water with bits of yellow and white fur stuck to it.

A dopey smile crosses A.sgore’s face and he gives his chest a slight squeeze. “Golly, you made for some great gains, Azzy. Thanks for helping your old man out.”

---

A.sriel sighs through his nose as he stacks the shelves. Coming home for the summer made him think he’d be able to just kick back and relax after getting through his difficult courses. Turns out, he was basically offered to the new grocery store owner as a summer worker by his dad. It was already decided by the time he got to town.

It’d be fine if he wasn’t the only other guy working here. But that skeleton running the place, S.ans, hasn’t hired anyone else and also spends most of his time sitting behind the counter doing nothing. A.sriel’s already been at it for a week and his patience is running thin. He sets the last of the cans in place and decides he’s had enough.

A.sriel walks over to the counter and leans over it. “Hey, aren’t you going to get up and help me? All you’ve done is sit there.”

S.ans, who had been leaning back with his arms behind his head, now opens one eye to look at A.sriel. “Ah, I’d love to kid, but I’m just not as young or strong as you are. You’d get it all done a lot faster than I ever could. Besides, it’s what I pay you for.”

A.sriel’s frown twitches a bit and he leans in closer. “You’re not some feeble old man. Did you just hire me because you’re too lazy to do it yourself? I don’t need this job, I can just quit.” Though he might get in trouble for it.

S.ans sighs and sits up a bit, now closer to A.sriel’s face. “Alright, kid. I guess I can help out. But I’m going to need a hand here. A bit of a pep in my step, you know? You’re full of energy, you’d be a lot of help on these old bones.”

The skeleton really doesn’t seem that old to A.sriel, but maybe he just doesn’t get how they age. He’s not entirely sure what S.ans is getting at, either, but his fight does wane slightly seeing S.ans somewhat give in to his demands. “Alright...what do you need?”

S.ans casually lifts up his shirt, showing off his light blue body with a soft set of pecs and a softer belly. It makes a dark flush cross A.sriel’s face as he ends up staring at the skeletons’ body. “Ah...what are you--”

A.sriel cuts himself up with a yelp as he’s yanked forward by his shirt and dragged over the counter slightly. S.ans uses that chance to push down on the goat’s head and force it between his pecs. A pleased groan escapes the skeleton as he starts to drag more of A.sriel over the counter and into his chest.

The muffled screaming coming from A.sriel is impossible to parse and won’t be heard by anyone other than S.ans. The goat is flailing madly, trying to push away for find some kind of leverage. But as his shoulders and chest begin to sink out of sight, it gets hard to do that. His feet finally start to lift off the ground and kick in the air while the rest of his torso steadily disappears.

A few banging sounds is all A.sriel can manage in terms of noise, and it’s only as his kicking legs are dragged over the counter as he’s able to hit it with his feet. It still does absolutely nothing as he’s slowly packed away into S.ans’s chest, which is growing larger and heavier with each inch of the goat that it claims. Soon he’s up to his knees and all S.ans has to do is lean back again and watch the goat’s twitching legs slowly disappear from sight. All the way up to his feet slurping in and disappearing.

“Aaaah...” S.ans lets out a content sigh and closes his eyes. “There you go, kid. This’ll give me all the energy I need to get that work done...later.” His pecs flex and bounce, squeezing around A.sriel’s form. He’s not sure if the goat heard him, but it doesn’t matter much. He can’t make out too much beyond muffled screaming as A.sriel tries to thrash around inside.

Even without anyone to look at it, S.ans’s chest is bulging obscenely, vaguely shaped like the goat he crammed inside. Paws and a face occasionally come into more clarity as A.sriel pushes around, the blue flesh keeping his presence murky and hard to fully make out. And each flex of S.ans’s chest squeezes and smooshes him down tighter and tighter, making the bulges more defined as he’s given less space to kick around in.

When the first crack rings out, A.sriel lets out a shrill scream. His thrashing gets more intense despite how little space he has to do it with. But every flex came with another crack or crunch, forcing A.sriel into a smaller and smaller space as his body is broken down into protein. He screams all the while, at least until a wet snap cuts his voice off for good.

Now with each flex of S.ans’s chest, his body was putting A.sriel’s to use. He slowly bulked up, muscle definition adding to his normally soft body. His chest and arms especially got a lot of it, the former becoming much firmer while the later grew thick and strong. Though the same applies to the rest of his body. It makes a slight shudder run through S.ans as he feels energized by all of the new mass pumping into him. The thick smell of his own musk is wafting in the air now, too.

A.sgore kneels down before the human, head down and eyes closed. He’s on his last legs now and he knows that there’s nothing else to do. The man before him has won. But maybe that’s for the best. This can be his repentance.

“Please, take me and leave the underground,” the king says. “I’ll give you my soul...as my apology for all that I’ve done.” That’s all he can do anymore. The human doesn’t say anything, but A.sgore stays like that regardless. His ears twitch slightly as he hears the man approaching. He feels a gentle hand on his shoulder. Is...the human showing him mercy? “Human--” He looks up...and finds himself staring into the back of the human’s jaws.

A.sgore’s muzzle is engulfed, a muffled sound escaping him. He locks eyes with the human and sees hunger. A hand pushes down on the back of his head, and everything goes dark as the human gulps and drags his head down. He’s too weak to resist at all, and even with his bulky armor on, the human continues to swallow and start dragging in his bulky shoulder and chest.

Each swallow drags A.sgore down deeper and deeper, slowly pulling his hulking form down the hatch. His legs kick around a bit as they’re lifted off the ground, but the human’s hands grip onto them to help shovel A.sgore deeper. He’s already in up to his waist, then a gulp drags his ass down, and the human begins to slurp his legs up.

And all the while, the human’s stomach is bulging out more and more. It’s stretching tightly over A.sgore’s form, shoving off the bulges of his horns and the curvature of his royal armor. Muffled yells come from the human’s gut, the shape of A.sgore’s muzzle moving around as he tries to yell. But he’s just sinking in more, his legs being dragged down...until his twitching feet are finally slurped past the human’s lips and sent down the hatch.

A.sgore is panting as he’s crammed into the man’s gut. He’s forced into a tight and uncomfortable ball, upside down. The heat is immense as the human’s stomach gurgles and groans around him. After their battle, he’s already feeling incredibly weak. So the human’s stomach has no issue with him at all. A wet, rumbling gurgle rings in A.sgore’s ears as his body simply falls apart on him.

“BWWWWWWWOOOOOUUUUURRRRRPPPPPP!!!!” The human lets out a wet, crass belch as his gut suddenly loses size and shape. It was nearly instantaneous, his gut having rumbled before rounding out. A.sgore’s cape comes back up, landing on the ground with a splat and dripping in slime. The king is already pumping along fast, flushing through the human’s systems and making him groan slightly.

The human drops his pants and squats slightly over the large throne in the middle of the room. A loud rumble comes from his stomach and he pushes, immediately having the king come slopping out the back end in a heap. The most solid thing of the mess is A.sgore’s armor, which lands with thuds and clangs as it piles up on the throne. It’s all mostly buried in soft shit, though, thanks to how quickly he went through the human’s digestive system.

Tufts of fur and bones come out occasionally as well, giving a lot less trouble than the armor was. The human groans and grumbles as he steadily pumps the king out and onto his throne. The chest plate got a real whine from him. It makes the goat’s skull feel like nothing, even when the horns stretch him out awkwardly. It’s one of the last things to come out, landing on the pile with its jaw bone open, A.sgore’s crown sitting inside.

The human sighs deeply once he feels emptied out. He doesn’t bother looking back at the mess or the ruined throne. He picks the cape up off the ground to wipe himself clean with and throws it over the pile as he walks past. At least he can leave now. “Can’t believe he was the best tasting thing down here...” the human grumbles to himself as he leaves.

---

“But Dad!” A.sriel whines, sounding more like a little kid than a college student. A.sgore puts his paw up, though, and shakes his head.

“No buts, Azzy. This is what the customer requested and that’s what we’re going to do.” Even if he was a little nervous of it himself, A.sgore wasn’t going to back down now that it’s been decided. The customer is always right, after all!

The human standing before the goats smiles. He’s clearly a gardener, dressed up in dirty clothes well used. “Thanks so much for this,” he says, clasping his gloved hands together. “Nothing works nearly as well for my garden. This’ll last me for a while.”

“Of course!” A.sgore smiles warmly and nods. He had to respect a fellow garden and their personal tricks. He plants a hand on the small of A.sriel’s back and gently pushes the smaller goat forward. “Why don’t you start with A.sriel? Since he’s nervous.”

“I’m not nervous,” A.sriel grumbles. “I’m supposed to be going back to class in a week! Do I have to do this?”

“Azzy.” A.sgore gives his son a stern look, making the younger goat sigh and lower his head with a grumble. He then looks back at the human and smiles. “Sorry about him.”

“It’s alright,” the human says with a chuckle. “I’ll get him settled in quick. At least he won’t have to worry about grades anymore.” The human grabs A.sriel and pulls him in closer. They’re about the same height, so A.sriel gets to look straight forward as the drooling jaws yawn open wide in front of him. He opens his own mouth to say something, but his head is engulfed and wet gulps begin to drag him down.

A.sriel disappears fast, his slim body being slurped down with little issue. The human’s stomach bulges out with a slosh, stretching around the form of the college student. He kicked and wiggled just a bit but ends up curled up tight. The human lets out a soft belch and licks his lips. “Tasty kid you had there. Mind if I see if his dad lives up to that?”

A.sgore blinks and perks up. “Oh? You want me already? Can you handle--”

“Yep!” The human pulls A.sgore in close now. “You monsters go down smooth no matter the size. That’s what makes you such good manure!” His maw opens wide again and he crams A.sgore’s head in next. The long horns make it a bit awkward to fit, but once it does, wet gulps begin to drag A.sgore down as well. He’s bigger and bulkier than his son, but other than taking slightly longer, he goes down just as smoothly.

With a wet slurp, A.sgore’s kicking paws disappear past the human’s lips. His gut is massive now, nearly resting on the ground as the dad is crammed in alongside his son. The human belches deeply, rubbing over the top of his gut. It’s stretched tight over the two and they’re shifting around in the cramped space. He can see paws and legs and muzzles and horns bulging out all over. “Aaaah...perfect! Now for the hard part...” The human smacks his gut gently as thick gurgling sounds begin to rumble out of his gut.

Over a few hours, the human’s stomach gets louder and more active. The two goats thrash a bit more from it, but other than some white-furred belches, it doesn’t do much. His gut steadily shrinks down over time, bulges sinking inward and smoothing out. He can feel the two monsters breaking down more and more, and pressing into his gut every so often lets him feel how soft they are. A.sriel goes quiet about halfway through, smooshed under his dad. A.sgore lasts a good while longer, even when the human’s gut is too round to make out any features. But he goes out with a good belch at the end.

Then the human just has to do the final act. Using some of the fertilizer bags around, the human squats down and pushes with a grunt. Thick, soft shit starts to coil out of him quickly. Bits of white fur and leftover bones can be made out in the muck, but otherwise it’s a dark brown mass of waste. It doesn’t give the human much trouble. A.sriel is fairly smooth, filling up two bags on his own. The human doesn’t even notice his skull in the last one as its tied off.

A.sgore is a bit more...everything. Nearly double the amount of waste, and a lot thicker on its way out. It takes more effort for the human to pass him. The skull is the part that he grunts with the most as those horns give him a bit of trouble. But it comes out as well and gets mostly buried under a few more logs, just the tips of the horns poking out as the bag is tied off.

The six bags are packed up in the human’s car outside and he makes sure to flip the sign on the shop to ‘Closed’. No one’s going to be running this shop anymore, after all. The goats are relocating to a much more private garden from now on.

---

A.sriel hiccups, his mind a buzz now that he’s several drinks deep. He’s finally old enough to go drinking, and some of his friends from college took him out to a local bar to celebrate. He’s since lost track of them but he’s not too bothered. The goat has cozied up with an apparent regular, a large, older human. He’s the one who’s been helpfully supplying drinks to the goat this evening.

When the offer to ‘go have some fun’ is made, along with a good squeeze on A.sriel’s ass, he’s more than eager to play along. He wobbles along after the human, disappearing into the bar’s bathroom. The older man drops his pants and sits on a toilet. With some guidance, A.sriel straddles the man’s hips with a drunken giggle. He puts his arms around the human’s shoulders and leans in for a kiss.

What he’s greeted with is an open, drooling maw. A.sriel doesn’t register this very well as he ends up planting his nose into the human’s maw with a surprise bleat. A hand shoves on the back of his head, wedging him in deeper, forcing his face into the man’s gullet. A.sriel wriggles around a bit in confusion, trying to figure out why things are getting slimier and darker, all while heavy gulps echo in his ears.

The human tips his head back as he gets to the goat’s perky ass. He swallows it up with a wet gulp and then slurps down his kicking legs. He never can get enough of college boys, and the ones like this goat are always his favorite. Easy prey. His gut bulges out a bit in his lap as he feels A.sriel sink inside and he lets out a crass belch, a bit of white fur fluttering on his breath.

The human’s gut groans wetly as A.sriel settles inside. The poor goat is so wasted, he barely knows what’s happening. He tries to move around but the walls keep squeezing and clenching him back into place. The steady gurgling is somewhat relaxing, though. He starts to go still, not even stirring as the muffled sound of the bar comes back through the stomach walls.

The human burps into his fist as he returns to his seat to get another drink. He feels like washing the cute goat down with something good. His guts are already starting to gurgle heavily, working on the meat inside. After a couple of hours, it’s already gotten a lot softer. The human ends up just missing some other college guys trying to find their friend as he returns to the bathroom.

Planting himself on the toilet he’d eaten the goat in, the human grunts and pushes. There’s a trumpeting fart that sounds out in the bowl before thick, soft shit starts sliding out. A.sriel melted down easily in the man’s take, completely overtaken by the older and stronger human. Other than some bones and tufts of soiled white fur, there’s little of him left.

M.onty steps into the arena with a smug grin. He heard his latest meal--because opponent is too kind a word for the fodder he burns through--was going to be some big softie. Gets called “Fluffybuns” by lots of people. Ha! No way someone like that would stand a chance against a guy like M.onty. It’ll be a cinch.

M.onty perks up when he notices said meal coming along. He slurps over his lips with a grin, tail swishing. This'll be easy and fast. In fact, he’ll end this in just one lunge. The second that guy is in bounds, he’s going to fill his gut like he deserves.

--U.ndertale!A.sgore--

A large goat steps into the arena, standing tall and strong. He’s dressed in shining armor, a purple cape fluttering behind him. M.onty doesn’t take much longer to take the sight in before he lunges with a roar. If he had paid attention, he’d have noticed the red trident the goat is wielding before it swung to hit him in the face.

It sends the gator spinning off to the side and crashing to the ground. He’s dazed, blinking rapidly as he tries to pick himself up. His sunglasses are sitting in front of him, cracked. He picks them up and gets back to his feet, putting them on his face in time to turn with a growl and face his meal again.

Only for the sound to die in his throat as he finds himself staring down a drooling, dark maw. “Wait—!” M.onty’s cry is cut off by the snap of jaws as A.sgore engulfs his head in an instant.

M.onty plants his hands on A.sgore’s shoulders, trying to push himself away from the goat. He’s certain he can get out! But A.sgore puts an end to that fast. He grabs M.onty by the waist and quickly hoists the gator up into the air. It gets a muffled yelp from M.onty, whose legs begin to cartwheel wildly. His pushing doesn’t do much to help him now, though, as A.sgore begins to slurp him down.

The whole process is fast and messy. Wet, hard gulps sound out one after another, dragging M.onty’s bulky form down the hatch. His shoulders and chest disappear fast, followed by his stomach which pins his arms down. Then those cartwheeling legs and thrashing tail and being chugged down. And the wagging tip of his tail disappears with a wet slurp behind A.sgore’s lips, the bulge finally sinking down his throat and disappearing.

A.sgore’s armor groans as M.onty is squeezed in behind it. The metal bulges and bloats but holds firm. It makes for an entirely unpleasant experience for M.onty, whose body ends up awkwardly crammed into the tight and oppressive space. He barely has room to move, but with how he’s twisted up into a little ball, he can’t do much of that anyway. His loud, roaring voice barely makes it to A.sgore’s ears past the fat and muscle and armor as well. Anyone looking at the king would hardly notice the gator’s presence.

And then A.sgore flexes his stomach. “BBWWWWWWOOOOOOUUUUUUUURRRRRRPPPPPP!!!!”

The booming belch he let loose helped to muffled the loud screech M.onty let out in his gut, and the second loud screech made by his metal body folding in on itself and crumpling like a tin can. A.sgore’s stomach notably shrinks back down to its normal size before the belch even ends. And the only thing he has to show for it is a pair of cracked, warped sunglasses that flies out of his maw in the last few seconds.

After it ends, A.sgore licks his lips and pats his stomach. That was one of his easiest matches yet. He knows most people underestimate him but as the king of monsters, he’s no pushover. He steps forward to gently pick up the glasses he belched out. It’ll make a nice addition to the little memorial he has for those he’s defeated. He didn’t have much else to pick from, given the rest of M.onty is a molten sludge pumping through his intestines.

A.sgore gives a bow despite no physical audience being around and walks off the way he came. All that metal was a bit hard on his stomach. Some tea should wash it down just fine.

D.eltarune!A.sgore

A large goat walks in, trying to muster up all the courage he can but still having a meek smile. He doesn’t look like much, dressed in a pair of jeans and a pink Hawaiian shirt. He hardly even looks like a fighter. “Fluffybuns” is right…and M.onty is going to spare no mercy.

The gator lunges the second his prey has entered the arena. A.sgore gets out a shocked cry as he’s suddenly staring down a giant, toothy maw flying toward him. M.onty barrels into him and the two quickly go crashing to the ground in a heap.

By the time things settle, M.onty is able to sit up. A.sgore’s ass is being framed by his jaws, thick legs kicking and scrambling wildly. He’s half down the gator’s gullet, screaming face bulging out the scaly gut.

M.onty flicks his head back, sending A.sgore’s kicking legs up into the air and further down his gullet. Another flick of his head and A.sgore’s knee deep. One more flick lets his feet slide past M.onty’s teeth, and with a resounding snap, the gator’s maw slams shut. A final gulp seals the last of A.sgore away, and M.onty’s stomach stretches out into his lap as the goat sinks in.

M.onty gets back to his feet, calling and smacking his gut. It wobbles and sloshes, stretched tight over A.sgore’s form. It makes it easy to see the shape of the goat curled up inside, panic on his face as his paws scramble over the stomach walls and he tries to thrash. The shifting bulges only entertain M.onty more, though, as he starts to pose and show off to the unseen audience.

A.sgore’s muffled screaming and desperate pleas were plenty entertaining to M.onty, but he knew this couldn’t drag on for too long. So he finally widens his stance and tenses his body. Then he gives his entire body a good flex.

For a moment, all it seems to do is make A.sgore stop moving. The walls close in around him more, compacting him into a tightly curled up ball. But his screaming is getting more frantic now. The walls are still trying to close in, and his body is the only resistance to it. The pressure won’t let up though and he can feel the strain it’s making. A few more seconds and—

CRRRRNCH! “HHHWWWWWWWHHHRRRRRRPPPPPPP!!!” M.onty belts out a roaring belch as A.sgore’s body folds in on itself. The goat’s screaming is cut off by the wet, sharp crunching noises of his body being compacted under the strain of the pressure. The gator’s stomach quickly rounds out and shrinks down, reducing the goat into nothing but rich slurry in a matter of seconds. His belch lasted long than A.sgore did.

By the time it’s done, all that’s left is a soft pot belly that’s bubbling and boiling intensely. M.onty thumps his chest a few times and slurps over his lips with a grin. Just as he thought—that was nothing more than another meal.

S.watch sighs in relief as he watches G.rillby light the last of the candles. He was glad to have such a friend like him to lend a hand. S.watch has no idea how to power in the castle went out, but that isn’t stopping them from having to go about their normal days. At least the cafe looks nice with candle lighting.

“Thank you, G.rillby,” S.watch says with a nod. “Now, I have one more thing I’d like your help with...” S.watch steps closer to G.rillby, getting the attention of the fire elemental. S.watch puts his hands on the bartender, his grip firm. “With the power out, the castle is rather cold. So I’ll need to borrow you for a time.”

G.rillby tilts his head a bit, not sure what to make of that. It becomes much clearer when he watches S.watch’s beak open wide suddenly. G.rillby can’t react before his head is snapped up. As head butler, there is very little S.watch isn’t capable of. Eating someone is not on that list. Thick gulps and slurps begin to drag G.rillby deeper, and by the time the stunned bartender even thinks to struggle against the pulling gullet, S.watch is tipping his head back and slurping down his legs.

S.watch’s stomach bloats out before him, his suit jacket getting a bit more snug over the vaguely-person shaped bulge that settled in it. He lets out a soft sigh as he feels G.rillby settle inside. He places one hand on his stomach, patting it lightly. “Aaah...that already feel smooch better. I will let you out at the end of my shift, so settle in.” S.watch’s comment is met with a bit of wiggling from G.rillby, making the butler’s gut slosh back and forth. It works a soft burp from him, a wisp of flame shooting from his beak. Well, he’s sure G.rillby will be fine, so he walks off to get right to work.

For his part, G.rillby was...less than pleased with his predicament. S.watch’s gut is tight and keeps him curled up. He can barely wiggle as it is and the walls clench over him every time he tries. It’s also incredibly slimy. It makes G.rillby’s flames sizzle slightly and leaves him deeply uncomfortable. S.watch said he’ll let him out, right? But the walls keep squeezing and he feels like the stomach is far too noisy. But it’s just one shift...

S.watch has a lot of work to do, and it’s all a bit harder with the power out. Candle light only does so much to light the castle up, so it’s harder to see what he’s doing or if anything is amiss. Guests and butlers alike also have to be better accommodated due to the darkness and cold, so he’s also running around a lot more. It leaves his gut swaying and bouncing and sloshing comfortably. He barely has time to rest his feet.

It keeps G.rillby from finding any actual comfort. He’s sloshed and thrown around by S.watch constantly. Any attempt to shift or steady himself makes the butler’s stomach close in slightly in an effort to keep its food in place. He loses track of time rather quickly. He tries to focus on the sounds of S.watch’s breathing and the rumble of his voice to ignore how uncomfortable he is.

S.watch hums and mumbles to himself as he moves back and forth. He’s barely noticed a couple of hours have gone by. Battery-powered heaters have been brought in and set up. Candles are being replaced by lanterns and flashlights where needed. The kitchen is set up with a more traditional flame and a pot so all they’re serving today is soup. He makes sure to taste some of it, which gets a bit of wiggling from his gut and a rather sudden “BWWWWOOOUUURRP!” It flusters him and he presses down on his stomach. “It’s just a bit of soup, G.rillby. And it needs more pepper...” Now to make sure the investigation on the cause of the outage is going well...

G.rillby lets out a soft groan as he feels hands smoosh him back into place. He did not appreciate a mouthful of soup splashing on him. But the real issue is that the stomach has been getting...sloshier. There’s a thick, bubbling goop that’s started to sit int he space with G.rillby. And it’s taken on a very uncomfortably familiar orange hue. He hopes it has nothing to do with the loss of feeling in his feet.

It’s been a few hours now, and finally, it seems like the castle is functioning as well as it normally does. It seems like the issue of the power is a few blown fuses and some S.watchlings have been sent out to get the right parts. That lets S.watch take his place behind the counter of the cafe again. His gut squelches as it presses against the counter and he burps softly again. He’s been awfully gassy as of late. He gives a few pats to his stomach. “Settle down, G.rillby. I’m sure the power will be on again soon.”

A few hours ago, news like that would have been a relief to G.rillby. Though, a few hours ago, G.rillby also still had legs. Att his point, they’re little more than a thick, boiling slop churning around him. It makes S.watch’s gut almost resemble a lava lamp, yellow and orange and red colors churning and bubbling around. G.rillby decides he does not like being a lava lamp. The slop is already up to his chest and doesn’t seem to be getting lower. He weakly tries to push around on the stomach walls and get S.watch’s attention. But...

S.watch tries not to blush when a guest comments on the bulges shifting on his stomach. He presses his hands into it, shoving and kneading G.rillby back into place. He quickly stifles a burp into his fist and bows slightly. “It’s nothing to worry about. Just a bit of an...unruly breakfast.”

I am not breakfast, G.rillby wants to say. But S.watch’s shoving has dunked him under the gut slop. He’s thankful he’s able to surface again, but he’s feeling worse for wear. He tries to lift his arm to push around again...but he’s fairly certainly he hears it come free and splash into the slop when he does. How much longer is he going to be here..?

Another couple of hours, it would turn out. The Swachlings came back with the wrong fuses and had to go get the right ones, extending the duration of G.rillby’s stay. S.watch barely noticed how much louder the bubbling in his gut got or the fact that it got rounder...and smaller. He was just focused on getting the power back on and guests settled.

When the lights do finally flicker back on, S.watch puts a hand to his chest and sighs in relief. “Oh, thank goodness. It looks like the power is back on, G.rillby. Are you ready to come out?” He looks down at his stomach, prodding it lightly. The whole thing bubbles and sloshes loudly when his finger sinks into the side. S.watch feels something come up and...

“C’mon, A.zzy, there’s no shame in snuggling with your old man, is there?” A.sgore asks with a big smile. He’s got a large arm around A.sriel, and the smaller goat is blushing hotly as he’s being squeezed against his father’s gut. The organ lets out a deep, wet groaning noise and sloshes around weakly as someone moves inside.

“Did you…have to eat my boyfriend, though?” A.sriel asks, unable to keep his eyes off his father’s gut. He’d brought his boyfriend over specifically to meet his dad. He thought things were going well but…A.sgore had just casually opened wide and scarfed A.sriel’s boyfriend down right before snuggling.

A wet burp escapes the older goat and he pats his gut a few times. “I’m just snuggling him, too! Makes sure there’s plenty of room on the couch.” A.sgore chuckles softly and slurps over his lips.

“I guess, but…” A.sriel trails off for a second as he feels A.sgore’s guts gurgle deeply against him. He can hear some muffled yelling inside, and he knows that his boyfriend isn’t having a good time. “…I think you’re digesting him, Dad.”

“Aw, I’m sure it’s not that bad,” A.sgore reassures with a smile. “Your boyfriend can handle being in the belly of an old man like me for a little while, can’t he?” ‘Old man’ is what A.sriel’s boyfriend had called A.sgore before he…

Another deep rumble comes from A.sgore’s gut, which A.sriel is starting to gently rub. “I…guess so, yeah.” He knows that his boyfriend probably isn’t coming out any time soon. Or at all. But this is…kind of nice.

“Besides, you enjoy this kind of stuff, right?” A.sgore goes on. “I saw you looking at this kinda stuff on your phone the last time you visited. So it’s working out for everyone, right?”

A.sriel’s face turns even redder. His dad saw that?! He buried his face in A.sgore’s stomach with an embarrassed whine, but his hand is still rubbing over the goat’s gut. “Dad, that’s sooo embarrassing..!”

A.sgore chuckles softly, but it’s interrupted by another wet belch as his guts gurgle thickly. A.sriel’s boyfriend is starting to move a lot less, the gut getting softer. “Golly, sorry, A.sriel. I thought you’d like this!”

“…I didn’t say I don’t…” A.sriel mumbles a bit into his dad’s stomach. He can feel the moment his boyfriend stops moving and A.sgore’s stomach starts to really work on him. “…I’ll make sure I have another boyfriend next time I visit. If you want.”

A.sgore blinks, then smiles softly. He gently rubs over A.sriel’s back as he feels his son snuggle into his gut. “That sounds like fun, A.zzy.” He sits back and lets out a final, deep belch, followed by a content sigh.

---

“R-R.udy?” A.sriel’s face turns red as he walks into his room at his dad’s house, just to find the reindeer relaxing on his bed. But more than that, he’s also sporting a very...large stomach. It’s gurgling and rumbling heavily, stomach shifting around inside.

“There ya are, kiddo!” R.udy flashes his usual big, toothy grin. He had his arms folded behind his head at first, but now he gives his stomach a few pats. “I was worried you wouldn’t get back in time! This old thing still works like a charm.” R.udy’s stomach lets out a deep, wet groan, whoever was inside shuddering and making the gut shift.

“What are you...doing in my room?” A.sriel starts moving closer, eyes on the reindeer’s stretched gut. He finds himself sitting on the bed, and without really thinking, he puts a hand against the gut. He can feel it burble deeply, and whatever was inside pushes back weakly. There’s a bit of give to the mass. A.sriel can tell that whoever this is has been digesting well.

“Fluffybuns only has the one guest room,” R.udy comments, slurping over his lips. “Just so happened I heard you were visiting while I was over! You don’t mind sharing the room, do ya? I bet I can make the three of us fit juuust fine.” R.udy pushes his hands down into his stomach, working out a thick, wet belch.

“I uh...I mean...I guess...that’s fine...” A.sriel gulps softly, starting to rub a bit deeper into R.udy’s stomach. He can feel how hard it’s working, melting down whoever it was the reindeer ate. The prey is starting to move less and get softer.

“I knew you wouldn’t mind,” R.udy says with a snicker. “Your old man mentioned this was a good way to get you to come around. And I gotta agree!”

A.sriel lets out a little huff, feeling embarrassed. “Ugh, Dad, does he really have to go around telling everyone..?”

“Don’t worry, kiddo. I don’t think he’s going to be telling anyone anything for a while.” R.udy grins when A.sriel looks up at him in confusion. The mass in his stomach goes still with a final shudder. R.udy leans forward, squishing his gut against A.sriel, and lets loose a deep, thick belch in the goat’s face.

A.sriel doesn’t pull away, his entire face going red as he stares into the reindeer’s maw and gets a good whiff of gut stink. But something comes up as R.udy’s guts soften and churn. Soft tufts of white fur, a bit of it getting stuck to A.sriel’s nose. The goat blinks and crosses his eyes to look at it. “...huh? Isn’t that..?”

R.udy chuckles and slowly slurps over his lips. He leans forward more, until his large gut is bowling over A.sriel and forcing the goat down under him. He sighs contently and relaxes on top of his groaning, gurgling stomach. “I think...the two of us are going to get along just fine, kid. And you can thank Fluffybuns for that one~”

---

A soft, embarrassed whine escapes A.sriel as the glowing blue stomach presses up against him. He was just trying to get a bit of shopping down at the new grocery store in town, and the skeleton, S.ans, had offered to help him ‘look around’. This is the fifth time he’s felt that gut press against him while S.ans tried to ‘show him’ where something is on a shelf.

Even worse, someone’s moving around in there. S.ans had eaten someone who had gotten annoyed over the skeleton abandoning their checkout halfway through to help A.sriel. They’re still kicking around in there, the blue gut hanging down to S.ans’s ankles. S.ans is shorter than A.sriel, but right now, he’s got weight to use. And he keeps using it.

A.sriel lets out a soft sigh when S.ans finally backs off on him, the skeleton’s gut sloshing and bouncing a bit as the person inside is given their space back. The random, unfortunate customers are still moving around in there but it’s slowed. Being squished over and over has been wearing them down.

“Well, I think that’s the end of the tour,” S.ans says. “But I still got something in store for you, kiddo.”

A.sriel can’t stop himself from snorting into his hand. He doesn’t want to laugh over such a bad joke, but they always get him. He clears his throat and tries to recover. “Uh...wh-what do you mean?”

“Still got the back.” S.ans turns and waddles off, his gut sloshing with every step. He heads behind the counter again and A.sriel follows along, watching the stomach the whole time. Once he’s behind the counter, S.ans makes him sit on the floor, back up against the counter. The goat is confused at first, but then he gets what S.ans wants.

S.ans’s stomach squishes against A.sriel, resting in his lap now and pressed against his body. His nose pokes into the soft blue gut a bit. Like this, he’s completely pinned down, forced to stay in place while the gut works. S.ans leans on the counter, resting his head in his hand. A wet belch rumbles out of him, followed by a content sigh. “I needed a cushion for the tank. I heard goat fur is the softest. What do you think?”

A.sriel lets out a soft bleat as S.ans grinds his stomach into him a bit. The whole thing gurgles and groans deeply. The customer inside is mostly still now, other than some occasional twitching. The organ keeps letting out harsh, wet noises as it works. With nothing else to do, A.sriel presses his muzzle a bit further into the gut. “Uh...y-yeah, something like that.”

“Good to know,” S.ans says. “I’ll just pretend I don’t feel anything hard down there, then.” Another bleat from A.sriel gets him chuckling softly. “Dunno how long you plan on staying in town, kiddo. But if you’re looking for something to do, I can hire you. Part-time gut cushion. How’s that sound?”

The stomach rumbles thickly against A.sriel. He can feel the person inside go fully still. He has just enough movement for his arms to rub his paws into the softening mass a bit. “...sounds...great.”