#vore fic

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Your dom puts something in your belly and you don’t know how to feel about it.

He knows about your belly kink, and how you’re really into stomach noises, bloating up your belly is often part of your play. So you don’t think anything of it when he tells you to chug a few cans of sparkling water while he gets it ready.

You don’t question what ‘it’ is, and soon your stomach is feeling really full and fizzy.

He tells you to swallow anytime your body tries to burp so all the bubbles can only pop inside and all air stays down. It makes your tummy huge.

He ties your arms behind the chair and you look down at your belly in this position. It looks rounder and feels really tight, the occasional rumble as all the carbonation settles.

You’re distracted by it when he grabs your head and starts pouring something down your throat.

Swallowing reflexively so you don’t spill or choke, it takes a moment before you realize there’s something in the huge glass you’re gulping from. Someone.

Before you can stop or spit it out, the tiny body is flooded along with all the rest of the water into your mouth. It scrambles across your tongue, fighting it. You fight it. Your dom puts a hand over your full mouth and the slippery wriggling glnks down your throat anyway.

There’s a hard ache as it stretches on its way down through your chest, and an obscene gurgle as it squeezes into your bloated stomach.

Your belly swells, you gasp and squirm, heart pounding. Oh my god, you never talked about this, what did he just do?!

The tiny in your stomach suddenly doesn’t feel all that tiny, kicking and pushing, bulging your gut enough to be visible.

Your dom looks pleased, and pats your potbelly.

There’s already so much liquid inside your swollen stomach that every movement stirs up more sloshing. Not only are you still writhing in discomfort at the huge amount inside, trying to adjust to the feeling, there’s also the sensation of struggling from within.

The tiny is thrashing, probably trying to keep their little head above the lake of liquid you drank. If it’s sloshing that loudly there should be enough space from all the air you swallowed, but it feels like it barely fits. It’s probably terrifying for the poor thing, stuck, in hot, dark, constant loud ominous grumbling. You can’t help thinking that it’s probably in pain too, fizzy drinks and stomach acid soaking into it’s skin. Your stomach groans, starting to warm up to the process of digesting it’s aggressive and active meal.

Your dom rubs your belly, grinning at the loud glorps and gurgles it makes beneath his touch. You stop struggling and relax with a deep sigh.

It really shouldn’t feel so good. There’s someone in your belly, they’re probably so so scared, squirming and thumping against the inner organ walls. Ugh, you can feel them kicking up a storm, your stomach keeps convulsing and squeezing at them in return. You feel really full, and the sight of your belly jerking a little with each loud slosh makes you feel unbelievably satisfied.

You scold your dom as he unties you, frustrated that it’s over so soon, frustrated that he didn’t warn you.

He laughs and says it’s okay, the little thing is already digesting so it’ll be like nothing happened. He rubs your swollen belly and informs you that he knows where to get more, when you’re hungry for another.

Your belly rumbles.

You can feel the struggling and thrashing slow, and then stop as the tiny gets tired. Your stomach feels so heavy and sluggish. It feels amazing, but is also making you really sleepy. So you reason you can argue with him more later, and slump on the couch to nurse your bloated stomach.

There’s a loud slosh and a flurry of movement as your stomach settles again, maybe the tiny is still kicking.

Huh. You rub your belly and see the little bump of an elbow or knee as the tiny reorients itself. Your dom seems surprised, he didn’t think it’d last so long…

Your dom makes it up to you by ordering your favorite takeout, and putting on your favorite television show. He rubs your belly and feeds you, stuffs you, and it feels so good.

Distantly, you do feel guilty. The tiny in your stomach is now packed in with so much food, it’s probably so squashed snd uncomfortable. If it feels tight to you, the tiny has to be suffocating.

Your dom clears the takeout clutter and gets you another sparkling water. You consider it, your belly already feels so heavy and full, and it’s already spilling out of your shirt. But you want to see you big you can get. The swallows feel hard, and your stomach stretches further to accommodate everything inside.

After a moment of dull sloshing, there’s a loud glunk and an unmistakable bulge at the top of your belly as the tiny inside squirms.

Oh, your dom looks nervous, it shouldn’t still be moving…

**

You bounced up and down on your spot, sitting on a table in one of the backstage rooms. You were surrounded by various cleaning supplies, plastic bottles, creams, everything a TV could desire to stay fresh and sparkling.

After a few more minutes or so, the door to the room suddenly opened and a familiar, tall, TV-headed figure stepped into the room. He had a tired expression on his face, but it quickly brightened as he spotted you sitting there, waiting for him.

"There you are, sweetheart. Got done a little earlier than I was expecting. You been waiting long?” His voice was smooth as Butter, despite the TV static noises. He was clearly delighted to see you. Still there. Still by his side.

He walked over to you and gently ruffled your hair, a small smile on his face as he looked down at you. Despite being a bit worn out from the show he just did, he still had enough energy left to dote and fuss over you.

"Were you good while I was gone? You stayed put like a good, little Star, didn't ya?” He sat down next to your tiny form, even without eyes you could tell that his gaze softened as he looked over you. He was slightly tired-looking, the weariness visible in the easily missable lines around his nose, but he was still determined to give you his usual affection, despite the exhaustion...

"You haven't been getting into any sort of trouble, have you, Sweetheart? No injuries or anything?" T/enna’s voice was soft and if you paid close attention, even a little anxious as He gently ran a hand over your head, his fingers carefully and gently running through your hair in a way that made it obvious He was afraid of harming you.

You were his precious Star, After all! If anything happened to you–

His antennae twitched slightly, his expression freezing for just a moment.

You chuckled and tried to shoo his large hand away, which was anything but easy, seeing as that your entire body fit into the palm of his hand. “No, of course not!” You exclaimed, visibly struggling to keep his fingers at bay.

The voice of his small companion shook T/enna back to reality. He chuckled softly as you tried to brush his hand off, amused by your attempts to get him to stop. He was still determined to dote on you, however, and ruffled your hair once more.

"Oh, good... I worry about you, sweetheart. You're just so... delicate, after all. Can't have you getting hurt or injured in any way, no, no, no…” He murmured the last part more to himself.

You sigh and roll your eyes. Really, sometimes his overbearing nature Was just a tad too much, among his insistence to shout a lot. But despite that, the TV Man could be very quiet and soft spoken if He wanted to.

“T/enna, I told you, I'm fine! Come on,” you insist srubbornly. It was the truth and nothing but the truth, After all.

T/enna huffed sulkily as you told him you were fine, not at all liking the idea of you trying to brush off his concern. You could tell He was frowning down at you, despite not having any eyes. His hand continued stroking your hair, his grip slightly tighter this time as he spoke.

"You say that every time, sweetheart, and every single time, I can't help but worry. You're just so small and fragile... even if you *are* fine, I still worry. You're mine, remember? I have a responsibility to *protect* you…” He reminded you, sternly and firmly as if He were talking to a naughty child.

“Yeah? Does it say you gotta take care of your employee in my contract?” You asked with a raised eyebrow.

The larger man sweat a little, his expression growing a bit flustered, his Former grumpy aura vanishing into thin air. The contract, yes… The contract. Just a very convenient excuse to keep you bound to him. He cleared his throat and tugged on his tie.

"Ah, Well… It… It Doesn't *say* it in the contract, but…” he hesitated, not entirely sure if He should be honest or not. After another moment, He decided to put his cards on the table. It wasn't like you could leave him After knowing the truth, anyway.

“But I don't need a contract to remind me to protect you. You're *mine.* You're *my* responsibility. *My* little star. *My* little darling. *I* am the one who takes care of you, and no one else,” he replied, his voice firm as stone again, clear in his intentions.

You roll your eyes and chuckle a bit. He was always a little dramatic in his declarations, but that was, at least partially, what drew you to him. It was charming, in a way, though the intense stare the TV head was giving you was just slightly unnerving.

“Yeah, Yeah… Don't you have a Show to return to?” you ask casually, trying to ignore that nagging feeling.

T/enna grumbled under his breath as you brought up the show, clearly not very happy about the reminder. His grip on you tightened even more, almost as if he was reluctant to release you.

"I..... I *do* have a show to return to, yes... but... I just... I don't want to let go of you, sweetheart... I want to hold you close to me for a little while longer,” He leaned down and rested his face against the top of your head. He held you so close to him that he almost felt like he was trying to merge the two of you together. You could feel the TV static tickling your skin, your face embraced by his White glow.

"Just a few more minutes, sweetheart... just a few more minutes with you, then I'll go back out for the show, okay...? Just a few more minutes…” T/enna said, almost whining, as if He was a dog not wanting their owner to leave.

“You know... You could take me with you... In there,” you told him, pointing to his abdomen. You two had done this a few times before but he had never taken you with him on a Show.

He let out a soft, amused huff, clearly not at all expecting you to be so upfront. He chuckled softly as he tilted his head down at you, his expression softening slightly.

"... You want to come with me...?" He seemed a little taken aback by your suggestion, but that quickly started to fade as a smirk spread across his face.

He hoisted you up into the air, his large hands holding tightly onto you and keeping you perfectly stable above his head. His smirk only widened further as he held you up like that, his gaze almost manic with excitement at the thought of bringing you along with him to the next Performance.

"Ohhhohoo, how *lovely* of an idea! You'll get to sit all nice and cozy inside me while I perform! Doesn't that sound just wonderful, sweetheart?” He seemed overjoyed by the offer, clearly more than willing to oblige.

T/enna chuckled softly to himself as he held you there, clearly already getting excited at the thought of having you nestled away inside his core, perfectly safe from harm and all to himself. He gently lowered you back down to his head and nuzzled his face against you, his smirk ever growing.

"Ohhh, I can already imagine it, sweetheart... Me up on the stage, going through the show as normal, with you all snuggled up inside my core, safe and sound... all mine,” he said dreamily, as if He could see the scene happening right now, before his very eyes.

An affectionate expression passed over his face as he continued nuzzling against you.

"You're going to be all nice and warm in there, aren't you, my darling...? My little star, all wrapped up inside me...Safe. Where you belong. All mine… All mine… mmmh…” his voice had grown softer and It was clear He was on cloud 9, his head swimming in delight.

He opened his mouth wide, his razor-sharp teeth flashing in the light as he held you over his open maw, a low, excited rumble starting to rise in his throat.

"Come on in, sweetheart," He purred, his voice low and inviting as he gently lowered you towards his open mouth.

You found yourself being slowly lowered down into the dark depths of his open maw, the inside of his mouth smooth and warm as you were slowly pushed further down into his throat. The walls of his throat pressed against you as you were pushed further down, the walls shifting and tightening around you as he continued to swallow, his movements slow and controlled. It was like being in a tight, yet strangely comfortable, tube.

His swallows were slow, deliberate, each contraction of his throat working to push you further down into his body until you finally reached his core. His stomach was warm and padded with soft cushions. Once you were completely inside, he let out a low, satisfied sigh, the deep thrum of his inner mechanics adding a soothing vibration to the already cozy environment.

Even the sounds of the outside world were muffled and distant, the bubble of his core acting like a sanctuary. You were completely sealed inside him now, safely and securely tucked away. Your tiny form was cozy and snuggly hidden away and you sigh, content and happy.

T/enna laid a hand on his abdomen, gently rubbing his belly as he let out another satisfied sigh, his body slumped in his chair, his head laid back as he reveled in the feel of you tucked safely inside of him. He could feel your every breath, could feel the wriggling of your body as you shifted, could feel your every heartbeat, and all of it made him feel utterly ecstatic.

"There you are, sweetheart… there you are… all nice and safe and cozy in my core, right where you belong....” he murmured softly, his antennae attuned to your every movement, making sure you were comfy and cozy inside.

He chuckled softly as he looked down at his distended abdomen, one hand gently running over the slight bulge that you were causing within it. He gently pressed down against the bulge, a soft gasp escaping him as he felt you shift slightly inside. His eyes were wide as he gently touched the distended bulge, almost entranced by the sight of you being so completely and utterly his.

"Ohhhh, look at this… Haha, oh, you are perfect, my little Star…” he continued to fawn over the fact He got you all to himself again.

Slowly rising to his feet, He stood in front of the mirror, his eyes immediately roaming over his appearance. He turned and twisted, examining his midsection, his eyes locked on the subtle bulge that you were causing. He gently prodded the bulge with a finger, a hint of satisfaction crossing his face as he felt you shift inside him, the sight of the small distension something that he actually found incredibly pleasing.

In his eyes, the small bulge that he was now sporting was a mark of ownership, a physical indicator that he had claimed you and that you were all his. His alone.

He continued to run a hand over the bulge, his fingers gently tracing the outline of the shape that you were making in his midsection. Despite the fact that the bulge wasn't exactly that noticeable, he couldn't help but feel incredibly proud at the fact that you were making his abdomen look like this, a sense of pride and possessive desire coursing through him as his hand continued to gently trace the outline of his belly.

It was nice and warm inside him, the heat coming off the metal walls around you, the soft cushions that were plastered all over… you couldn't help but sink into them and close your eyes.

There was a slight tremble running through the Chamber and T/enna tensed as he felt a small, unexpected burping sensation, quickly placing a hand over his mouth to try and suppress a small belch that had been pushed up by your shifting. He felt his face heat up with embarrassment, his expression sheepish as he looked down at his distended midsection.

"Oh, haha... whoops... that was... that was a little, ah... a little embarrassing..." He couldn't help but chuckle slightly, his voice sheepish as he placed his free hand back on the bulge.

There was no way you could hold back a giggle of your own. Too bad you couldn't See his face or you would be laughing even more from how Red He was turning.

“Excuse me, my little Star. I guess my ol’ stomach has to get used to you again, eh? Hehe,” T/enna said, somewhat nervously.

After you managed to calm yourself, you speak up, “You ready for the Show?” you ask.

He gave a small huff, his cheeks still slightly red. “Yes, of course I'm ready. And with you literally tucked away safe and sound inside me, how could I not be?"

He chuckled softly before patting his midsection gently. "Just make sure you stay nice and still inside there, sweetheart. I have a show to do, after all.”

You roll your eyes again. As if someone would notice, Anyway. “Alright, alright,” you Concede, trying to stay put as best you could (haha, rhyme).

T/enna straightened up and gave himself one last once over in the mirror, making sure there was no other visible evidence of you being inside him. The slight bulge was still there, but it could easily be mistaken as just a bit of extra mass or weight if you didn't look closely.

"Perfect. Now, let's not leave the audience waiting, shall we?"