say by any chance can ya do some more of ya mannequin series you've kinda made so this unnamed worker can gain a name as well as this mannequin have more fun with him, be it threw voring others or possibly just saying "screw it" and forcing this worker he's taken a liking too under his well grown rear as other workers or customers digest in his gut?
Honestly, it probably is about time I got around to naming that guy now that he's, like, an established character. As well as making more stuff for this setting.
"Hey, Ben!" the voice of the manager calls out. "Get to the storage room! You're needed."
Ben lets out a sigh. He knows what that means. That weird, man-eating mannequin that lives in the department store has basically become his responsibility after it took a liking to him. It at least meant he was making good pay, so he can't complain too much, though he spent more time trying to wrangle the thing than doing normal job stuff.
Ben leaves the display he was working on to head to the store room to see what exactly the creature wanted this time. It was full, that's the first thing Ben notices. That white, plastic stomach is stretched like rubber, bubbling and churning like crazy over an astonishing amount of food. Did it get out when Ben wasn't looking again? It must have to snacked this much...
The worker walks over, crefully placing his hands on the solid stomach and giving it a rub. The gentle growl he coaxes from the mannequin tells him that it's at least not dealing with indigestion. This means it probably just wants Ben's attention again. "You know you shouldn't be eating this much at once. What if someone catches you?"
The mannequin lets out a low groan, clearly not caring. It never did, no matter how often Ben tries to explain this. Although, it must have decided it was tired of another lecture because stiff hands lift Ben up by the armpits. He lets out a surprised yelp as he's dropped off on a big pile of clothes. Before he can get up, he sees a big, white ass come down over him.
The mannequin could be soft when it wanted, which was good for Ben now that it's massive ass was turning him into a living cushion. At this point, the mannequin's diet has given it the look of a plus-sized model, making it so most of Ben's upper-half is smothered, his legs kicking around weakly form between the mannequin's. Though that ends pretty soon as he gives up.
The mannequin crosses its arms with a pleased huff. With its nest now extra comfortable, it can simply relax there and let all of the meat it snatched during the day process. At least three customers and two workers were still kicking around in its churning guts, but that would settle before long, letting them melt and soften up into a thick sludge to pump away.
When the manger goes to check on Ben, he sees the fat mannequin sitting back on the clothes its hoarded, Ben's legs still shifting weakly from under it. He considers saying something, but the mannequin belches, sending a tattered worker's shift flying from its jaws, a nametag still pinned to it. The manager quietly leaves and shuts the door tight. He's sure Ben will be fine. Better to just leave him to his work.
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Can we get some more mannequin vore? Perhaps slow digestion in the storage closets?
Yes, absolutely! Consider this a direct sequel to the last one.
The worker thought the thing had gotten indigestion again or something. That would be why he though it'd been digesting one person for so long today. It'd been fed during opening with the guy who was opening, a pretty big jock type that only seemed to be working here because it was close to a local college. But that had been hours ago, and now it was well past lunch and that guy was still wiggling around.
The worker had gone into the storage room during his break to check on it after he'd heard the manager mumbling about it. Sure enough, the mannequin was there, its current meal making its gut shift around as he moved sluggishly inside. "Did...Did you get indigestion again?" It felt weird to be talking to this...thing like it was a person. But he knew it understood him.
The mannequin lets out a soft rumble. When it had indigestion last weak, its stomach had been much louder and it almost seemed to be in pain. But...while it's stomach is certainly working hard, it just feels different. Still, the worker slinks forward until he was in front of the creature. "Well...I-I'm on break right now so...I figured I'd come back and help with that. J-Just don't eat me!"
With another rumble from the creature, the worker puts his hands to its gut to start rubbing. He can feel the guy inside shift around a bit harder when he started but it seems like stewing in that gut for a few hours has worn the man down pretty well. "Are...you sure this is indigestion? Your uh...not as noisy as before."
The worker glances up at the mannequin. Without a face, it's pretty hard to tell how it feels. It lets out a huff and moved forward with a jerky motion. The worker helps as he's knocked down by the heavy gut suddenly swinging into him and soon enough, the mannequin is sitting on him, using that stuffed belly to pin him to the floor. No amount of wiggling or complaining seemed to help him get free.
It was an hour later when another worker came back to check on him. They saw the mannequin pinning him down, letting out a purr as its gut was rubbed over by nervous hands from a pinned down employee. The two employees lock eyes for a moment and the second leaves before the first could ask for help.
Looks like it's just going to be the two of them now for as long as the mannequin wanted. It still had plenty of digestion to get through, after all.
Can we get a story about that store mannequin taking an abnormal amount of time to digest it's meal, but the managers are forced to leave it out on the store floor?
Oh now there's an idea. And for those curious, this is a monster I've written about here and here.
"What do you mean it has indigestion?" the manager hisses angrily, trying not to alert anyone else to the very angry conversation he was having with one of the other workers. That stupid mannequin from the back got out again due to a new worker who was supposed to feed it moving it out onto the floor. He still fed it alright and that was hours ago and he's apparently still moving.
"I-I don't know!" the worker squeaks. "I...I think the guy it ate had something on him that's disagreeing with it or something! But, uh, I think it's at least...settled its hunger? A bit?"
The manager sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of his nose. He does not make enough money to be dealing with this thing. "...okay, if it's not eating people, it's fine. Just...Just keep an eye on it for now and when no one is around, move it back into the storage room, okay?"
"Yeah, I can do that!" The worker hurries off, trying to look busy in the area the mannequin had been put in. As a men's clothing store, there were a few areas that specialized in certain styles. The mannequin had been put in the suit section, dressed up fully in a grey suit before it had struck to devour the worker hired to feed it. It's stomach was bloated out heavily, the creature thankfully chubby enough to mute the bulges a single human would make. It did make the suit strain along its bloated stomach, though.
The music that played in the building at all times helped drown out most of the noises coming from its gut, although the occasional sharp groan or churn did rise over it. The worker had to give it stomach rubs every so often to stop it from moving around. He got caught once and had to ramble out an excuse of smoothing out the suit shirt. He's just thankful the mannequin waited for the customer to leave before it let out a sickly belch.
It took three hours before the store was empty enough to drag the creature back to its home in the storage room. By then, it seems the person it ate was finally starting to break down. But its stomach had also gotten louder in its efforts to combat the trouble it was having in doing so.
The worker tried to leave as soon as he got it settled in the back, but the creature's plastic hand grabbed him and forced him against its stomach, another sick belch rumbling from it.
The worker glanced at the gut then up to the creature's blank face. "...i-if I rub your stomach, you don't get to eat me when it settles, okay?" The creature lets out a rumble and the worker starts rubbing along its gut. Taking care of this thing had not been what he expected for working minimum wage at a clothing store in a mall.
...but he can't say it's the worst job he's had so far.
