#sansvore

A.sgore makes his way into the hall of judgement. He was asked to come here by the Judge, though he’s not sure why. He didn’t get any specifics, but he assumes if he’s being requested, it must be something important. So he walks down the empty, gilded halls, his heavy footsteps echoing through them.

Suddenly, A.sgore senses a presence behind himself. He perks up a bit and looks over his shoulder to see the much smaller skeleton standing there. There hadn’t been anywhere for him to hide and yet he showed up despite that.

“Howdy, S.ans,” A.sgore greets with a smile. “You called me, yes? Was it something important?”

“Yeah, I just needed ya real quick,” S.ans says with his usual casual smile and a shrug of his shoulders. “Paps has been making nothing but spaghetti for the last month and Grillbz is gettin’ cranky about the tab, so I gotta get some dinner from somewhere else.”

A.sgore tilts his head at that and his smile softens. “Oh, is that so? Well, I may not be the best chef, but I could definitely whip us up something nice to eat!”

“Ah, that’s real nice of ya, Kingy, but--” S.ans pauses when a low, whining growl echoes from his stomach. “--hah, hear that? Poor thing can’t wait another second! So...real sorry ‘bout this.” S.ans lifts a hand up to point at A.sgore, who seems mostly confused. The king’s soul is brought out and it goes from white to blue, immediately slamming the goat down to the ground.

“Agh!” A.sgore winces, trying and failing to move himself. It feels like gravity has suddenly changed and he’s become too heavy. “S-S.ans, what is the meaning of this? What did you do?!”

“Nothin’,” S.ans says with a shrug. “You’re just blue now.” He walks forward, closing the small gap between him and the king. He grabs A.sgore by one of his horns, his stomach growling loudly again right in the goat’s face. “I’m just gonna have a quick snack. You seem good and filling, so no hard feelings.”

Before A.sgore can even ask what’s going on, S.ans’s jaws open up wide before him. A softly glowing blue magic makes up the internals the skeleton normally lacks...revealing the dark, tight, slimy pit the king is about to squeeze down. It leaves A.sgore stunned in a mix of fear and shock, so he says and does nothing as S.ans’s maw presses into his face and envelops his head.

The skeleton gives a pleased groan, his tongue slurping over A.sgore’s face a few times. He’s just happy to be tasting anything that isn’t pasta right now, and big, fluffy goat king is definitely a very unique flavor in comparison. He moves his hands to A.sgore’s upper arms now, keeping a lazy grip as he takes the first hard, wet swallow.

GLLLUNK!

A.sgore finally starts to panic, but by then, it’s a little too late. His head is bulging out S.ans’s gullet as his shoulders squeeze into the drooling maw. His screams are muffled well, not that anyone is around to hear them. And he can’t struggle while he’s being held by the other monster’s magic. He’s completely at S.ans’s mercy.

GLLLLK!

Another thick gulp surges A.sgore deeper, his chest sliding in now. S.ans would have preferred getting to the meaty center, but he didn’t want to spend too much time stalling on his meal. Can’t have someone coming by or A.sgore somehow overpowering him. The taste isn’t as bad as he’d have thought anyway, and he’s certain his stomach will be able to handle all of this just fine.

Speaking of which, S.ans’s gut lets out a low, demanding growl. A.sgore’s face is already pressed up against the sphincter for it, the staggering height difference between the two monsters making for a quick trip into the gut. S.ans’s hands move down to A.sgore’s waist so he can gulp and slurp again, dragging down the king’s stomach and stopping at his hips.

GLLLLRK! SHLLLLLRP!

A pleased burble escapes S.ans’s middle as A.sgore’s head pushes inside. It stretches a bit, his shirt riding up slightly, exposing more of the blue magic he’s used to form his insides. It’s just translucent enough for A.sgore to make out his lower body hanging from S.ans’s jaws, and S.ans would likely be able to see the panic on the king’s face if not for the goat ass he’s working past his teeth blocking his view.

S.ans tips his head back, his tongue sneaking out to curl around A.sgore’s crotch as he helps guide the man’s hips down the hatch. Then it’s just those thick legs left, which are plenty easy to slowly slurp down like noodles. Heh...noodles...as if S.ans hasn’t grown sick of those.

SHLLLLLLLLLLLRP!

The space is growing more cramped and uncomfortable for A.sgore, his bulky body stretching out the walls as he spills in. It just makes S.ans’s stomach retaliate by trying to clench down harder on him and force him into a more manageable ball of meat. He kicks his feet a little, feeling the cool air of the hallway being replaced with the steaming breath of the skeleton. S.ans’s tongue drags his feet in and with a final gulp...they’re gone.

GLLL-LURP!

S.ans sighs deeply, a small shiver running through him as he feels the last of A.sgore squeeze into his stomach. It’s stretched out tight before him, big enough that it’s resting on the ground and is nearly as tall as he is. A.sgore is curled up real tight, his armor and horns making for some very distinct bulges in S.ans’s middle. The two of them are practically eye-to-eye now with A.sgore’s face pressed into his knees.

The magic that had been holding A.sgore down dissipates, but it’s only a marginal difference to the king. The stomach walls are so tight and restrictive, he can barely move anyway. Any attempts to stretch out his arms or legs or even lift his head up more is met with a forceful squeeze that puts him back into place.

“BWWWWWWAAAAAAARRRRRRPP!!!” A harsh belch escapes S.ans, a bit of white fluff coming up with it. The thumps his chest as the sound dies off and slurps over his teeth. “That’s better. Just what I needed, a feast fit for a king.” S.ans pats the side of his stomach a few times, feeling it rumble and gurgle as it settles in to start processing all of that goat meat. “Thanks for the help.”

“S-S.ans!” A.sgore’s voice is muffled a bit, but with his face nearly pressed into S.ans’s, the skeleton can at least hear him. “What’s the meaning of this?! Let me out of here at once!” He’s trying to use his authoritative king voice, but it cracks a few times, his ill-hidden fear seeping through.

“Like I said, I just needed some dinner. And I’ve heard that goat meat is pretty classy stuff.” Despite the immense size difference between them, S.ans is able to heft up his gut in his arms just enough to lift it off the ground like it’s nothing. He starts waddling down the hall, gently sloshing A.sgore back and forth as he does. “And now...mmf...I’m going to spend the rest of my shift relaxing in your big, fancy chair.”

A.sgore lets out a distressed cry as he’s being sloshed back and forth now. S.ans easily could have just teleported wherever it was he wanted to go, and he normally would have, but the chance to tease the king with a short walk back to his own throne was too good to pass up. He didn’t really have anything against A.sgore, no real grudges and the like, but he was the biggest meal S.ans could think of that he could also easily get alone. And he’d been right!

The whole way back, A.sgore keeps shouting for help and demanding release. But there’s no one around to hear him besides S.ans, who responds to it all by just giving some wet belches or cracking a joke at the king’s expense. Eventually, S.ans has made it to the throne room. He casually walks through the flower garden, the bottom of his gut being tickled by the petals, until he finally reaches his prize.

With a very long, drawn out sigh, S.ans sits down in A.sgore’s throne and sits back in it. He closes his eyes and folds his arms behind his head, his gut sloshing into his lap and filling up more of the large throne himself. “Oh yeah...I knew a chair this big had to be comfy. Perfect place to kick back.”

“I-Is that what you wanted? To sit on the throne?!” A.sgore shouts. At this point, he’s getting notably more desperate. All the sloshing around has soaked him to the point he can feel it seeping through his armor. The stomach has gotten a lot noisier, too, groaning and gurgling thickly around him. And the stomach walls keep clenching over him, as if impatient he’s not yet softened. “You can sit there all you like then! Take it home if you want! Just let me out!”

S.ans chuckles softly and gives a lazy “Uuuurrrrrp!” to the air. “Oh, nah, I like my couch just fine. Has a nice butt groove in it I’ve been working on. I think your fluffybuns make for one a bit too big compared to mine.”

“Then...Then what do you want?!” A.sgore demands. The stomach walls squeeze over him again, getting a groan from him as he’s forced into a slightly tighter ball. He tries to lift his head, his horns and face making S.ans’s stomach stretch out tightly over them. A.sgore’s distress is written all over his face...or at least the bulge it’s making. “There...must be something..!”

“Yeah, I guess there is,” S.ans says with a lazy shrug. He opens one eye to look at A.sgore as he feels the goat shifting around inside. “I want some peace and quiet while I take a nap, kay? Digesting all of this goat meat is exhausting work you know.” S.ans clenches his stomach, making A.sgore shout as he’s forced back into position, and it works out a big “BWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLCCCCHHH!!!!!!” that sends A.sgore’s crown flying off into the air.

“S.ans, th-this...joke of yours has...gone on long enough!” A.sgore wheezes. It’s getting too tight and whether it’s his panic or the constriction, he’s finding it harder to get his words out. “Just...Just let me out...a-and we can pretend this never happened!” A.sgore waits for some kind of response other than the thick burbles of the skeleton’s gut. The silence is making him nervous. “S-S.ans?”

...a snore finally answers the king. S.ans is fast asleep, taking that nap he said he wanted. Panic finally takes full control of A.sgore as he begins screaming as much as he can, hoping someone will be close enough to hear him. He tries to stretch out again and take back as much space as he can, bulges of his paws and horns shifting along the blue stomach. But even in his sleep, S.ans’s gut works hard, and each shove from A.sgore is met with a tight clench in return.

It was a losing battle. A.sgore had no room to move, no way out, and was simply stuck resisting for as long as he could. But S.ans’s stomach might just be the hardest working part of himself, and it never relents. Every time A.sgore tries to fight back, it feels like the stomach is just getting stronger against him. He’s too hot, he realizes. His fur feels like a smothering blanket and his armor is cooking him. He’s digesting.

A.sgore’s energy is rapidly waning after barely an hour, his screams hoarse and weak and his struggles much more meek and pathetic. He’s left panting and gasping more of the time, the air inside of S.ans’s gut unpleasant and the tight space making it hard to take a proper breath. He’s curled up into a very tight ball, head between his knees, and the walls are too tight to get out of that position. His entire body is burning with exhaustion and discomfort. And worse yet...at this point, he’s certain he’s seen a lot of his fur sticking to his own clothes and the walls around him. It’s definitely been thick on S.ans’s breath every time the skeleton lets out a nasty belch above him.

A deep, bubbling groan rumbles out of S.ans’s gut all around A.sgore. The sounds are incredibly loud and thick. At this point, even if he tried to yell, he doubts he’d be heard well above it all. The walls squeeze him again with a wet squelch. A.sgore winces and closes his eyes tightly. He doesn’t have the energy to keep up anymore. Is this really how it ends for him..?

As if sensing A.sgore’s defeat, S.ans’s gut suddenly clenches in hard. It gets a shocked scream from the king as a wet crunching and crackling sound bubbles up. His body is falling apart on him after becoming so weak, and the skeleton’s gut is eager to crack through the armor and claim its prize. Although it’s the goat’s body that’s cracking right now...

Another clench, followed by a wet squelch and a weak groan from A.sgore. The king is getting hazy in there, and the shocks of pain he’s getting from the rougher treatment cuts into numbness soon after. His arm was the first to go. Now he can’t feel his legs. There’s a thick, bubbling slop churning and squelching all around him, coming up to his stomach and surging higher with every clench. It’s full of white fur and, though he has a hard time telling, at least one piece of armor that should still be attached to him but no longer is.

The walls squeeze down again, A.sgore crying out weakly as he feels his back pop and his good arm twist. He can’t feel below the elbow now. The sludge is up to his chest and he can feel it seeping through the cracks of his armor, coating his body. The king pants and shudders, trying and failing to make any part of himself respond and move. He knows what’s wrong but he doesn’t want to believe it.

“HWWWWWWWWOOOOOOUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPPP!!!!!!!” A sloppy belch roars out of S.ans, who seems to still be sleeping. It makes the stomach clamp down hard on A.sgore, his yell muffled by the slurry surging up and over his face for a few seconds. He’s instead coughing and sputtering. His head feels lopsided now. He thinks one of his horns snapped off.

“S...S.ans...” A.sgore gasps out weakly. “P-Please...let me...out...” He’s not sure if the skeleton can hear him. It doesn’t matter. He’s too weak to try anything else beyond pleading for his life. “I...I don’t...want to...d--Glllrbbb!” A.sgore’s final words are cut off by a hard shove on the top of his head that plunges him under the boiling mire he’s been stewing in.

Only the top of his head and his remaining horn stick out, bubbles rising and popping a bit faster for a few moments. Then A.sgore’s body shudders a few times and the bubbling slows down again until, finally, going back to normal. S.ans sighs contently and lifts his hand from his stomach, watching it slosh and wobble back into the orb shape its taken. “Figured you’d be gone by the time I woke up but guess I was wrong. Least I got to say good--BUUUUURRRP!” A short, bubbling belch catches S.ans by surprise, A.sgore’s last breath passing him teeth.

His stomach clenches down for the last time, now filled top to bottom with nothing but boiling sludge. His semi-transparent stomach has taken on a very murky color because of it, the occasional bone or piece of armor being visible when it presses up against the stomach walls before the churning slop sucks it back in. Whatever solid bits of A.sgore remain won’t be like that for long now.

The sounds of S.ans’s stomach echo through the throne room, heavy and wet with how sloppy the contents have gotten. S.ans’s stomach is still massive with all the goat slop inside, and the bottom of it is bulging heavily with various bones and armor pieces weighing it down. It only took a couple of hours max to reduce one of the strongest monsters in the Underground into nothing but a thick nutrient slurry. And now that A.sgore is in a much more manageable state, he can start chugging deeper.

A pleased groan rumbles out of S.ans, who tips his head back a bit and presses his hands down into his stomach. It squishes under his fingers, sloshing and wobbling at every little disturbance. This was just what he needed, something big and filling and delicious to eat. Not that he doesn’t love his brother’s cooking or going to Grillby’s all the time...but even S.ans can only take so much. His stomach sounds just as happy as he does as it pumps gallons of A.sgore slop deeper into his intestines.

S.ans’s stomach shrinks back several inches intermittently as more of A.sgore pumps through him. He can practically feel the swell of his intestines as it takes on all of that slurry. And as it pumps deeper, the muck grows denser and more compact, and S.ans begins to get thick from all the compounding weight. His stomach grows softer and heavier, sagging with new heft, and his chest gets softer and bigger. His arms and thighs grow thicker and wider, filling out his normally baggy clothes more. And his ass is growing much rounder, filling out the throne more properly as it does.

The thick chugging sounds steadily get softer and quieter after some time. S.ans’s gut stopped shrinking a little bit ago, and he can feel the last of A.sgore draining through his intestines. His shirt is definitely too small now, stretched tight over his torso and riding halfway up his gut, constantly showing off the blue magic. He gives the sides of his stomach a few soft rubs then pats it, making the whole thing wobble.

A deep, low grumble rises out of S.ans’s stomach and he winces slightly. A very heavy pressure has built up inside of him and it’s getting uncomfortable. “Alright, can’t deny the king what he wants. I’ll letcha out now.” S.ans grunts as he gets up, feeling all of the new weight on his frame. But it’s a different weight that’s distracting him. He pulls down on his shorts, having to wiggle his hips to get the now tight waistband down. His much fatter ass wobbles as it gets freed and he squats down in front of the throne.

A bassy fart rumbles out of S.ans, making him wave the air away. “Y’know, that sound is supposed to happen after I sit down.” Instead of laughter or applause for his joke, S.ans’s guts grumble loudly. He feels a heavy weight shift deep inside of him and being to spread him out.

S.ans shudders and groans as a thick, dense log of shit begins to squeeze out of him. All that king meat packed up real tight, especially thanks to all that tough armor he had been wearing. Though…it’s not nearly as shining anymore. One of his arm braces comes out in the first log, browned and muddy in sheen with the shot baked around it. One of A.sgore’s arms is still in the brace and bits of white fur pepper around the muck as well.

The log lands with a soft thud on the throne, the air becoming rancid now. S.ans huffs softly and closes his eyes as he strains over another thick log. A.sgore steadily squeezes out of him like that, his armor pieces keeping a good portion of his body together and in each log.

One of his legs comes out, twice as long as the arm. It’s followed by the other leg and the pelvis soon after. Next comes half his other arm, the ruined cape tattered and stained as it’s wrapped around the log and caught on a broken horn.

The throne is already filled up with shit, the logs heaped on top of each other to take up the seat. S.ans groans loudly as another big log stretches him out, A.sgore’s chest plate coming out with his ribs and upper half of an arm buried in it. His stomach was especially unkind to this piece, the chest play center and warped from the crushing stomach walls. But it’s still big enough to make S.ans have to work to force it out.

A few splats come from behind S.ans as the throne gets overflowed and crap spills out onto the floor. He just widens his legs slightly so he doesn’t step in it. He feels something else big and bulky pushing lower and, soon, spreading him out.

A.sgore’s skull comes free, jaws open wide, only sporting one horn. S.ans struggles a bit with it, wincing as shit pushes through the goat’s jaws and eye sockets. It’s a morbid fight for no one, since S.ans can’t exactly see it. All he feels is the flow get a little more difficult and the skull slowly pushing along until…POP! SPLLT!

S.ans sighs deeply, tongue lolling out as he feels the skull finally come free. It lands in the muck with a wet sound, some more fur-speckled shit coiling up on its head before S.ans finally feels well and truly empty.he stands up again, struggling slightly with his shorts as he looks back at the mess.

The shit pile is massive, definitely bigger than S.ans. He’s buried a good portion of the throne in shit, the pile spilling over the front and down between his legs just barely. Armor and bones poke out here or there, with the goat’s skull sitting near the bottom after dropping out of S.ans. The smell is awful, overpowering the normal sweet scent caused by the flower fields.

“Welp.” S.ans grunts and pulls hard, getting his shorts over his fatter ass. He’ll have to get bigger clothes…eventually. Maybe. “Thanks for lunch, Your Majesty. I’d say we should do this again some time but…” He trails off, as if waiting for a response. When the punchline doesn’t come, he shrugs. “Least you got to keep the throne, eh? I’ll see ya later.” He waves to the pile and walks off, planning to take a shortcut out so he doesn’t bump into anyone. He’s got a lot more napping to do now.

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.

With a few dull pats to his gut, S.ans leans back in his chair and belches deeply. He sighs out and slowly rubs over his gut instead. His shirt is riding up on it, exposing a blue stomach that bulges and sloshes around. A human is squirming inside, muffled cries coming out.

“What’s wrong?” S.ans asks his gut with his usual lazy smile. “You said you wanted to see under my shirt, right?” S.ans belches a second time and slurps over his teeth. “Aaah…well, I’d say you’re getting a great look.”

While doing his usual job (sleeping on it), S.ans had been woken up by a chatty human. He didn’t mind much, but the topic strayed to his body, and his pudgy belly. The human kept insisting to see under the shirt since S.ans is a skeleton. He hasn’t been very appreciative of all that so he’s told the human to come around to the otherside of the guard station and…well…

S.ans’s gut gurgles deeply, rumbling a bit as it squeezes over the human inside. Monsters are typically weaker compared to humans, but getting one packed away is all but a guarantee of defeating them. Even a monster like S.ans can do that. He keeps rubbing over his gut, starting to push down on the bulges being created by his writhing meal.

“You’re pretty feisty. I’d almost think you weren’t enjoying this.” S.ans stares down at his gut, listening to the human’s muffled yells. He can’t make out what the man is making. He shrugs and gives his gut a hard smack, making it slosh. “Oh well. If you didn’t want to be food, you wouldn’t have fit into my gut so easily. Not my fault you’re that pathetic.”

The human lets out another cry, stretching out S.ans’s gut as he tries to push his way out. The skeleton simply presses back with a lazy “Mmmf…” and closes his eyes. It was always so effortless for him. Once someone went down the hatch, he just…had to sit back and relax and do nothing. His favorite thing to do. Which means eating live meals was his favorite thing to eat.

S.ans’s gut continues to work hard and loud, the human inside losing his energy. His wiggles grow less intense and he can’t yell. S.ans’s hand keeps slowly rubbing along his gut, feeling it work. He presses a hand down into his gut and he feels it sink in, the human letting out a gurgly cry as someone breaks apart. S.ans shudders slightly as he feels it happen and huffs out. “Oh…getting soft on me already? It’s only been an hour. I didn’t think you would just fall apart so fast.”

The human lets out a gurgly scream in distress, going back to his weak thrashing. It makes S.ans’s gut slosh thickly back and forth. He puts his hands on either side of it and presses down, benching deeply into the air the human shudders inside and goes still other than some weak twitching and whimpers.

S.ans opens his eyes when he hears footsteps approaching and sees Papyrus coming his wave. Naturally, his brother is unhappy seeing S.ans lazing around in the clock. “Don’t worry so much, Paps,” S.ans reassures. He can feel the human perk up slightly in his stomach and try to yell. “I’m processing some work right now.” He presses down on his stomach again. A long, low belch rumbles out of him. Papyrus groans and turns away, quickly walking off. He misses the sneaker that splats onto the table before S.ans.

“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.”

“Hey, do you mind moving?” The voice makes S.ans open one eye and look up. Since getting to the surface, he’s been enjoying a lot of the privileges that come with it. Like sunbathing on the beachside. Of course, that also means many more complications.

A human is looking down at S.ans, frowning. The beach is a bit crowded and even a casual glance around shows that there aren't many good open spots. S.ans is taking up a rather large one just for himself. He likes the space. S.ans shrugs and shifts slightly to the left. “There.”

The human clearly didn’t appreciate the joke. “Alright, buddy.” He stoops down and grabs S.ans by the shirt, lifting him up. He fully intended to just toss the skeleton aside. But then he feels something grip him, S.ans’s eye glowing slightly. The skeleton’s jaws open wide, drooling slightly, and the human’s head is engulfed before he can even scream.

The man lets go of him but can’t move enough to fight back. S.ans starts gulping wetly, sinking down the human’s shoulders and chest. He’s on his feet again as he reaches the man’s stomach and starts lifting him up.

A slow slurping sound rings out as the human’s legs slowly sink down. All the while, S.ans’s gut stretches out more and more. He lies back down on his towel, folding his arms behind his head. He releases the grip his magic had, letting the human’s legs kick slightly from outside his jaws. But they’re fine with a final slurp and a gulp, sending the man down the hatch.

With a low, crass belch, S.ans gives a few rough pats to his belly. “Hah…alright, there we go. More than enough space for both of us to share, right?” S.ans’s gut sloshes around wetly as his meal squirms. The skeleton just shrugs and folds his arms behind his head again. “Eh, maybe not a whole lot for you…”

S.ans settles back down from there, letting his gut do its thing. It groans and gurgles deeply, sitting in the sun to help it with its work. The skeleton’s stomach steadily rounds out and shrinks down, the human inside going still and silent. S.ans belches in his sleep and lazily scratches his stomach.

When he comes to, the beach is much emptier. The skeleton yawns and sits up, lazily rubbing his eye sockets. His gut groans deeply and he puts his hands on it gently. “Hey, buddy. Still want this spot, huh?” He sighs and shrugs. “Alright, I’m done with it.”

Getting to his feet, S.ans shuffled the towel aside and drops his pants. He squats down and starts to push. His gut groans deeply and with some effort, a thick log of shit begins to press out. Once it’s coming free, it’s a much smoother process, and he sighs softly as the human starts coiling up under him.

The beach is much cooler with the sun going down, so the warmth of the shit S.ans is leaving is kind of nice. The smell…less so. But with enough time, he punches off the last log and is able to stand up again. The pile is up to his waist, bones sticking out and a skull near the top. S.ans chuckles and gives it a wave. “Enjoy the spot. It’s all yours.” He bundles up his towel under his arm and heads home with a lazy whistle.

-

When a wet-sounding fart echoes out in the house, P.apyrus groans and puts a hand to his face. He’s certain that was S.ans sitting on a whoopee cushion. He never did get that. The point of the joke is that other people sit on it, yes? But he’s certain that S.ans does it like this just to annoy him.

He’d go and reprimand his brother but he’s busy making dinner right now. He’s sure S.ans only planned to do it the one time. He wouldn’t be getting back up again for any reason, even to set off the whoopee cushion again. Though, there is a different sound in the air. A thick bubbling that’s distinct from the boiling pot P.apyrus is tending to. And some muffled voices. The TV, maybe..?

When P.apyrus hears the whoopee cushion again, he pauses. He can’t believe his brother. The only time he’s not lazy it’s for the absolute worst jokes! Who sits on a whoopee cushion twice? On purpose, no less? He shakes his head and turns to look at the kitchen doorway. “S.ans, no whoopee cushions before dinner! It’ll spoil your appetite!”

“Ya got it, bro,” is the lazy and faint reply, S.ans not even bothering to raise his voice to respond. P.apyrus just shakes his head and returns to cooking. He can’t hear that muffled voice anymore and the boiling sound is getting louder, too. What is S.ans even watching on the television? It better not be cooking shows! He knows that he shouldn’t watch those without P.apyrus!

P.apyrus is finally starting to drain the pasta when he hears S.ans grunting. It almost sounds like he’s doing something laborious, which is odd, since he never does anything like that. There’s another whoopee cushion sound before S.ans sighs and something starts to thump on the ground. Finally done with this terrible joke, P.apyrus leaves the kitchen to confront his brother.

“S.ans, what did I say about—“ He stops in the doorway as he sees his brother. The stout skeleton is squatting over the floor, shorts down and ass exposed. Dense, thick shit is sliding out of him, piling up on the ground. Bones are baked into the mess and the stink is finally noticeable.

S.ans looks at his brother and grins. “Oh, hey...nngh…bro.” Another log drops out, a ribcage baked into it. “You mind putting my pasta in the fridge tonight? I already had a bite to eat.” S.ans grunts again as a final log coils up on the top of the mess, a skull sticking out of it. The skeleton sighs deeply and stands up again.

P.apyrus stares at his brother and the pile of crap he left on their living room floor. Then he throws his hands up. “I told you not to ruin your appetite! And clean that up!” He turns and stomps back into the kitchen, grumbling to himself. Now he’s going to have to eat all of the spaghetti himself!

-

“BBWwwwwwWWWOOOOOooouuurrrrp!!!” A deep, wet belch rumbles out across the room, like a thundering roar. S.ans sighs deeply once it ends and readjusts the mic stand, his gut now squishing against it.

“Well, I hope the rest of you are enjoying the food like I am,” S.ans says with a few pats to his gut. It sloshes back and forth, muffled yells being caught by the mic. His meal wasn’t having a great time now being packed away in the bubbling, groaning gut.

He’d been an audience member about five minutes ago. He was heckling the acts all night, and while S.ans loved a good back and forth, he doesn’t like jerks. So he brought the guy onto the stage and…

Another belch echoes out into the mic as S.ans’s gut stretches out. It clenches back down, squishing the person back into place with a muffled whine. He rubs over his gut, getting right back into his act without skipping a beat. He has some new on-the-fly material thanks to the meal kicking in his gut, which provided some very wet and noisy background noise to the act. It seems to be well enough received by the audience.

All the while, S.ans’s gut steadily shrinks down. It gurgles and groans even louder as it does, softening up the hackles and pumping him away through S.ans’s system. It’ll make him a little chubbier all around but not enough that it’ll be an issue. What will be an issue is the heavyweight sinking deeper inside of him.

A low, deep groan rumbles out of S.ans’s stomach and he pats it. “Heh, didn’t think my last joke was that bad. No need to groan over it!” His gut rumbles hard again and he winces slightly. “Oh, I get it. He’s got a joke of his own. Well…nnf…let’s hear it…” S.ans squats down on stage, pulling his shorts down. He faces the audience with it and a wet fart comes out. And then something much more solid does.

A log of shit spreads S.ans out and begins to coil up on the stage floor. He grunts softly and keeps pushing, eyes closed as he lets out a pleased groan. Bones are sticking out of the crap, a skeleton essentially coming out feet first as S.ans dumps his heckler. “Hff…he’s really…dragging this bit out, huh..?”