#swatchlingvore

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!

S.watch hums as he looks at his watch. It's time for his fifteen-minute break. His stomach lets out a noisy rumble and he pats it gently in return. "None of that now. I'll find something to eat." Putting up a 'Be back soon' sign, S.watch leaves his station. Fifteen minutes to find a meal and eat is plenty of time. He'll just have to work fast. He scans the cafe and goes after a S.watchling who's merely wiping down a table. Grabbing the servant, S.watch yanks him forward and opens wide, engulfing the larger butler's head before so much as a squawk could be let out. Wet gulps and slurps ring out as S.watch packs his subordinate away, not taking the time to taste over those delicious muscles or even remove the butler's suit. He only has fifteen minutes, after all, and it takes him two to devour the S.watchling, kicking feet disappearing into S.watch's beak with a final gulp. Now his stomach is bulging out obscenely, the vest splitting open to expose it entirely, the distinct bulge of a thrashing S.watchling curled up inside. A wet belch escapes S.watch and he adjusts his glasses.

One is enough to get to his next break, but he'd rather not have to hunt down a meal during that time as well. "Hm...one more shouldn't hurt. That should get me through until closing." He has to go a bit further to snag his next S.watchling, though. Finding one sweeping the halls not far from the cafe, S.watch manhandles him just as easily as he did the first. The broom hits the ground as S.watch devours another butler, this one going limp and giving into his boss's hunger unlike the first. It made the meal go by even faster, taking half the time before S.watch has slurped in his legs. His gut nearly drags on the ground now with two S.watchling packed inside. He slurps along his beak and gives his stomach a single, satisfied pat. "There, that should settle in. And with ten minutes to spare."

S.watch marches back to his desk, his stomach sloshing back and forth as he walks. He could simply get right back to work, but with his stomach hanging out like this and his vest undone, it hardly makes for a professional look. Ten minutes is too long to let his body naturally process these two as well...but there's a reason he's head butler. Closing his eyes, S.watch hums as he rubs slowly along his gut. It begins to bubble and churn heavily, making the feistier of the two S.watchlings cry out in surprise. And then, with a loud rumble, it shrinks down a couple inches. Then a few more. S.watch huffs and hums a bit lower, kneading his gut as it continues to shrink more and more.

The S.watchlings inside soften up rapidly, their muscular bodies reducing into a thick chyme more and more. At about half the size, there's a final squawk from S.watch's gut before it suddenly flattens out, turning everything into slush and flushing it through his system. S.watch lets out a long, content sigh as his belly reduces in size. He gives it a gentle pat and buttons his vest up again. Much better. He opens the cafe up early with his meals gone and is back to work. But it's not long before his stomach lets out an ominous rumble...followed by a very rude fart that rumbles out of him. It makes S.watch blush a bit. His break time is officially over--no making it to the bathroom. He has no choice then.

"The decision is final," S.watch says with his arms folded behind his back. He was facing down one of his many S.watchling--one who had tried his patience for the last time. Too many dropped plates, too many unsatisfied customers, too many ruined dishes--this one is a klutz through and through, and the head butler simply has no time for it.

"B-But--" The S.watchling tried to plead his case but his belly lets out a soft rumble that cuts him off.

"That's the secondary issue," S.watch goes on. "If you haven't caused a mistake of some kind, you're stuffing your face. How embarrassing it was to present a large feast for an esteemed guest just to find you having scarfed half of it down into your gob." He pokes the S.watchling's gut, which was soft and a bit tight against his buttoned suit. It wobbles from the disturbance and growls again. "You have until the end of the day to remove yourself from the castle. No buts."

The S.watchling stood stock still as S.watch turned around, the final sever to their ties. The head butler never turned his back to his staff while they were talking. The S.watchling was officially fired...but he can't be, right? The cafe--the castle is all he's ever known. If he's not here working, then...what kind of life can he even live? His belly lets out another grumble, becoming more impatient and clearly not caring about the plights of the now jobless butler. It just wants some food.

S.watch feels that soft stomach press up against his back and he lets out a sigh as it rumbles against him. "Are you still here? I'm sure you're hungry but don't you think it's a bit soon for us to...serve...you..." The head butler had looked up, seeing the hungry glare of the S.watchling against him. A bit of drool drips onto his glasses. He couldn't even scream before he's lifted up into that yawning maw. There's a slimy gulp as he's shoveled inside, his head immediately disappearing into a dark, slick gullet that was all too eager to accept him.

Wet, heavy gulps ring out as S.watch's body is horked down by the vengeful S.watchling. He was by far a small meal but the butler was larger and stronger than him, so in the end, he wasn't a very difficult one. Even when his kicking legs were swinging over the S.watchling's head, they were effortlessly slurped up and he's sent down the hatch and pushing into that eager gut. A few buttons pop off the straining suit as S.watch bulges out the gut and immediately begins to squirm around.

The S.watchling lets out a meaty belch and sits back in S.watch's chair. His hands roam over his belly, feeling the bumps and bulges of the squirming man inside. He can hear S.watch begging for his life--offering a job, a promotion, a feast--but it's all falling on deaf ears. The S.watchling is simply too satisfied on this meal. He never realized his boss was so delicious--he honestly would have eaten him long ago if he realized.

Steadily, S.watch's pleading begins to fade out as the thick gurgling and churning grows louder. His squirming weakens and the S.watchling's hands are sinking deeper into his softening gut as he rubs over it. There's one last spasm of desperation inside before S.watch goes slack entirely. The butler pushes down on his gut, feeling it bubble and chug, and lets loose a thick, noxious belch. A pair of glasses fly out of his jaws, clacking onto the desk before him and dripping in drool. He lets go of his gut to pick them up and shivers when he feels it slosh forward--it's completely round, nothing recognizable left inside. Just a thick, burbling sludge.

The head butler lets out a pleased hum as another day in the cafe came to a close. Things seemed to be going much better for their business ever since S.watch had made a few...adjustments to the regulations of his dutiful staff. All for the comfort of their guests, of course.

For one, the main diet of the S.watchlings now consisted of mostly sweets and any problem guests. And sometimes even the non-problem guests, if the butlers found themselves hungry. Of course, this change has done a number on the once buff and strong S.watchlings. They were now round and doughy, their suits having to be tailored again and again just to strain over their wobbling guts, large asses, and thick thighs. And even then there were wardrobe malfunctions every day. But S.watch is a professional and it never bothered him at all. By now, he was the only one left of the castle staff that hadn't bloated up in a few suit sizes.

Drool drips down his beak as he flips the sign of the cafe to 'Closed'. That is, of course, going to be a very...short-lived accomplishment.

S.watch walks back to the cafe, seeing several of his S.watchlings busy at work cleaning up the tables. Just seeing them be squeezed into suits they're outgrowing and squish against each other while trying to maneuver around the room made the butler too hungry to resist anymore.

He doesn't bother getting their attention or with any kind of formalities. He just goes over to one that was busy bustling down a table, opens wide, and engulfs the S.watchling's head. He starts taking hard, thick gulps to work his way down the staff's body. Feeling all that thick fat squish and squeeze into his beak to make massive mouthfuls was truly a delectable experience. He was drooling a lot as he got to that massive gut and he enjoyed every last second of getting to taste it and fitting it into his beak. And he wanted more of it. Soooo much more of it.

S.watch finishes off the first of the S.watchlings, his gut ballooning out heavily with such a massive meal. The buttons of his vest popped off immediately, letting it burst open so that his bare stomach can be exposed in all its glory. Despite this, his appetite had only been whetted by this and he goes off to get more.

S.watch works down all ten of the staff members in the room. It makes a bit of a mess--one of the tables gets knocked over by his gut after two staff members drop inside like rocks and make it expand too fast. Some dishes get dropped when he yanks a S.watchling back by the collar and starts scarfing him down despite him having been carrying some dirty dishes. As he was pushing down the head of the last one, the butler's stomach was much larger than himself and he could no longer move, let alone fit it out of the room at all. He sits down with a deep, pleased sigh, which is quickly interrupted by a massive, roaring belch that shakes the walls of the cafe.

This was barely even a sixth of the available staff and S.watch was stuffed beyond belief. If just this many of the S.watchlings fill him like this, he can't imagine what it'll be like to get down even more of them. He knows the rest are busy in the castle right now doing their general daily chores, but once he's able to get himself out of the room again, he just has to have more of them. He knows he must.