#vore fandom

first among us show vore I guess

Frankly, this disturbing lack of vore in the ML fandom as a whole is... well, disturbing. ;p

So uhm- cannon Jax and Caine Vore I guess. Prepare for art and fanfics about this topic.

. .. .Nom nom sugar nom

This leads me to two things. 1. The voice actors are VERY aware of vore. 2. I don’t want to point fingers here but I’m starting to suspect someone in that group has explored the concept before.

still minors dni

The Narrator was small, currently around 5 inches. The poor being was exhausted, he’d been overworking himself and hoped it wouldn’t take a toll. Unfortunately for him, it did, in the form of Narrator being unable to control his size shifting abilities and ending up as a 5 inch tall thing on Stanley’s desk. Narrator was curled up, hoping for this strangeness to wear off before Stanley saw him. As if the universe heard his hopes, and decided to crush them, that was just the moment that Stanley ended up resetting back to his office. The Narrator curled in on himself, too tired to deal with another story at the moment. He just wanted to rest. Stanley saw the small thing on his desk and curiously prodded it with his finger. The thing looked over at him, and Stanley let out a small noise of surprise. “Narrator?” He signed. The Narrator just looked at him and nodded. “I’m sorry, Stanley. It appears as if I’m too exhausted for another story at the moment. I just… need some rest.” The Narrator sighed. Stanley looked at him and nodded understandingly, before scooping Narrator up in his hands. “Stanley? Wha- What are you doing?” Narrator asked, looking at Stanley’s smiling face in confusion. Stanley held the Narrator in his hands, carefully bringing him closer to his face. Stanley’s mouth opened in front of Narrator, revealing the dark space within. “Stanley? Stanley what are you doing?” The Narrator exasperated as Stanley placed him carefully in his mouth. The small Narrator could do nothing against him as Stanley closed his mouth, entrapping the little Narrator within. “Stanley please, I… I’m too tired for this right now…” The Narrator knew Stanley would not be able to communicate with him. After all, Stanley could only communicate through sign language, and it’s not as if he could see Stanley’s hands. The warmth of Stanley’s mouth penetrated Narrator’s body, warm saliva soaking his clothes. The warmth was so… relaxing. Narrator felt himself go limp unconsciously as he leaned into Stanley’s tongue, feeling the comforting plush surface full his tiny body with warmth. Stanley let out a small hum, pushing Narrator to the roof of his mouth and swallowing the saliva that had built up. Narrator hummed back, a strange calm overcoming him. Stanley pushed the Narrator’s small body to the back of his throat and swallowed, enveloping half the tiny man’s body into his throat. Another swallow had the Narrator fully inside Stanley’s throat, slowly being pushed downwards. The Narrator let out a sigh, going fully limp and letting himself be moved downwards. Stanley put a hand on his throat, feeling the Narrator descend. It was a strange feeling for Stanley, being on the other end of this situation. Stanley slowly moved his hand downward as Narrator dropped into his stomach. There was a small growl of discomfort, Stanley’s stomach not being used to the rather large, rather strange object that had just been placed inside of it. The Narrator placed a hand on the stomach walls, giving them a small rub. Narrator wondered to themselves if this is what it was like for Stanley, when their roles were reversed. Narrator could feel Stanley gently prodding at them from the outside, and he moved slightly within the stomach to tell Stanley that he was okay. The warmth of the stomach relaxed him surpassingly fast, Stanley’s heartbeat and breathing being an added white noise to the occasional gurgles. Narrator hummed, leaning back into the stomach walls. “Thank you, Stanley.” Narrator smiled, closing his eyes for some much needed rest. Stanley placed a hand over his stomach, giving it a few rubs. He sat down in his office chair and leaned back to get some rest for himself as well, knowing that his Narrator would be feeling better soon.

Bonus bonus trope: The villain accidentally growing fond of the little hero they’ve captured in their stomach.