#vore tw

Quickly, the two guards rush down to the vault, ready to apprehend the criminal. Sure enough, they find someone with a suitcase, hastily stuffing wads of cash into it.

"Stop right there!" One of the guards orders. The criminal looks up, giving the guards a glare. The guards both have batons at the ready, prepared to rush the perp...

Until something really, really strange happens.

The criminal raises a hand and begins uttering something in a different language. The guards have no chance of understanding what it is, but it sounds as if it could be... Latin, maybe? Either way, there's an active robbery taking place, so one of the guards moves forward, already reaching for a pair of handcuffs... but as they do, the criminal finishes their incantation.

With a flash of pink magic, the approaching guard vanishes. At the same time, the belly of the other guard swells rapidly, causing them to groan in pain. They stagger a little in surprise, confused at the sudden weight in their middle. Their knees buckle, giving out from the sudden excess weight, and before they know it, they're collapsed on their back, panting and whining. They feel as if they can't catch their breath. Their skin is stretched taut, their organs have been rearranged to make space, and their stomach... is moving.

They're left horrified, staring at their unnaturally large, bulging gut... until finally, they hear a familiar muffled voice just beneath the skin.

It's their coworker.

"Whu- fuck- y'- how did y'-"

Of course, they receive no answer from the criminal. Just a cold stare instead.

A low gurgle sounds from their stomach. The guard whimpers as the movement in their gut turns to frantic struggling. All they can do is lay there helplessly, paralyzed by the unnatural change in their body. They're honestly surprised they haven't split down the middle, especially with the crazed struggling their coworker is doing in... there.

"Please," the guard whimpers.

The only response they get is the criminal easily stepping over them... and then disappearing out of the vault, shutting the door behind them.

The ringing of the alarm is much softer now, being blocked by the heavy door of the vault. However, the room is far from silent. Instead of blaring alarms, the sound has been replaced with the sounds of a muffled voice, pleading for release. Gurgles and groans sound from the guard's stomach, which are often coupled with pained groans as their stomach clenches and cramps around its newest meal. The guard's body even attempts to expel the sudden invasion a few times. Their stomach clenches hard, trying to squeeze their coworker out... but the guard's esophagus is simply too small, too narrow, to allow them back up. Their coworker is stuck firmly in their gut, with every inch of their body being groped by the guard's wrinkly stomach walls.

It's hard to tell how long they're in there. The vault is pitch-dark. The only sounds that can be heard are the painful gurgles and groans of their belly, coupled with the muffled screaming. After what feels like an eternity, though, the vault doors open, revealing a squadron of police officers, flashlights and weapons at the ready...

By now, though, they're far too late to salvage the situation. The criminal is long gone... and instead, the guard is still laying on the ground, paralyzed from the pain of having their insides rearranged to squeeze their coworker into.

"Pl- ple- hic- please," The guard whines out, tears forming in their eyes. "Help."

The police officers share dismayed looks. The one leading the charge turns to another officer and leans in, voice dropping to a whisper.

Imagine your surprise, then, when your herbivorous friend is the one who snaps you up one day.

A little known fact is that a lot of "herbivores" aren't actually true herbivores. There have been documented cases of an herbivorous animal consuming meat. Horses eating chicks, deer eating snakes...

...And now, your sweet, gentle, "herbivorous" friend is the one that's eaten you.

It all happened so fast. You didn't even have any time to react. They texted you, asking you to come hang out. You readily agreed and went over. Everything was fine for a while; you were both watching TV and playing games. At some point during your hang-out, though, their stomach began to growl.

At first, you were able to ignore it and laugh it off with them, teasing them about their noisy gut. After a few minutes, though, their stomach growled again... and again... and again...

It got to the point where you were about to pull your phone out and order some food for them. Before you could, though, they slapped your phone away without warning, grabbed your shoulders tightly, and pulled you flush against their body. Their jaws rushed in, clamping down around your head. Their flat teeth pressed against your throat, making it hard to breathe. Their breath smelled grassy and herbal. Their saliva was thick, easily sticking to your skin as their tongue dragged across your face...

Your friend let out a soft moan... and then, they swallowed firmly.

Muscles rushed past your head as you were sucked in. Their throat muscles clamped down tightly around you, holding you in place and even twitching a little, as if they were itching to move again. Your clothes were soaked through with drool in mere seconds.

One swallow was all it took for your body to already be halfway down your friend's gullet. They seemed to have stunned even themselves--they hadn't meant to take you in so quickly... now that they'd started, though, they didn't want to stop, which you realized very quickly. Their throat muscles contracted hard and yanked you down further as they made another gulp, pulling you in up to your ankles. All you could do was helplessly wiggle around and try to kick at them, but it did no good. With one last swallow, you became nothing more than a bulge, gliding down their throat... and then, finally, pooling into their stomach.

Now, your friend is laid back on the couch, panting and groaning. Their body isn't acclimated to such large, meaty meals, and they certainly aren't accustomed to food that fights back. Even though their body isn't used to this, escape is nearly impossible. Their stomach walls are constantly moving, clenching down on you and grinding acid into your skin. At this stage, it only really tickles and itches a little bit, which at first gives you hope for an escape, or at least an eventual rescue...

Soon, though, their body contracts, and you're being pushed into an entirely separate chamber. With a sinking feeling, you remember: your friend has multiple stomachs.

The new stomach you've been pushed into begins to gurgle quietly and contract. When you try to push against the fleshy walls, the muscles twitch, flexing into your hand. When you pull your hand away, it's coated with a sticky fluid that's making your skin sting painfully. Even in the dim lighting, you can tell that your skin is also becoming angry and inflamed.

Their stomach gurgles and contracts, squeezing you tightly, coating you in even more of that stinging fluid.

It's already starting to hurt... and you've got NO idea how many more chambers lie ahead of you.

You've brought some medicine for them... and you know EXACTLY how to administer it.

Since they're in such a deep sleep, it's easy for you to carefully slip your hand into their mouth... and then your wrist... your arm...

And soon, you're wriggling your way down their throat carefully, until finally, you're curled up in their stomach.

The situation looks dire. You can tell their their stomach is painfully empty, and yet, they haven't been able to eat. Their body quivers around you, and there's even a concerning lurch all around you once or twice. Their body might want to expel you, so you have to act fast.

You reach into your pocket and pull out a handful of pills, all of which can alleviate your pred's symptoms. Then, you simply... drop them, and then watch as they begin to dissolve into a small pool of liquid.

And soon, the pred's stomach is churning around you, coating you in the frothy mixture of medicine and stomach acid. You can hear your pred take a deep breath, and the release, and when they do, their shivering starts to lessen considerably.

Slowly, your eyes slip closed, lulled to sleep by the churning around you...

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When they wake up, their stomach is gurgling softly, and they feel... incredible.

No more pain. No more nausea, no more expelling the contents of their body. Everything is settled in their stomach nicely.

...And when they look down, they see the pleasant swell in their belly, signifying that they've had a meal.

For a second, the pred panics, wondering who they could've possibly eaten in their haze... until the bed shifts beside them, and they look up to see their favorite prey, groggily looking up at them.

"Good morning," they greet. "How are you feeling?"

A satisfied gurgle emanates from the pred's stomach in response, causing their cheeks to flush red.

"Ah... a lot better," they reply.

The prey scoots closer, leaning against the pred and resting their head on their shoulder.

"Please," the prey finally rasps out. "Let me out!"

For a while, there's no response. There's nothing but the rumbling of the stomach around them.

Then, there's additional pressure, lightly pressing down and running over them from the outside. It didn't take a genius to figure out that the pred was massaging their own gut.

"Please... let me keep you."

Their voice was breathless and earnest. Being tucked into their stomach, the pred's voice resonated deep within the prey, tickling their chest and belly. The prey is in mortal danger they find themselves flushing at the earnest tone the pred used.

"N- No! I mean- not like this, at least! Please let me out, I- I'm willing to do anything, or- or- or negotiate, or something, I don't know! Fuck, please!"

The pred begins lightly drumming their fingers against their swollen, rounded out stomach. They're wearing a wicked grin while also attempting to pick something out of their teeth.

"Oh... are you trying to negotiate with me?"

"Yes!"

The pred chuckles. Their stomach jiggles a little in response.

"Well... okay. I'll let you out on one condition," the pred purrs. Something in their voice is knowing.

"What's that?! I'll do anything!"

The pred's hand curls, grabbing a fistful of flesh.

"My one condition is that you keep it together."

The prey's face drops.

"Keep it together?! How?"

Silence.

"Are you telling me to be calm? Okay, I- I'm calm! You can let me out now!"

No response.

They're left with a sinking feeling that the pred had left them with that vague condition on purpose. Not only is the condition vague, it's also impossible. They can't just magically withstand digestion forever.

They make one last attempt.

"H- hey, what do y-"

They're cut off by stomach walls crashing down on them without warning, completely smothering them. They can't breathe, and all they can hear is the impossibly loud sound of gurgling-

Finally, they're released. When the pred's stomach relaxes, the prey takes a big gulp of air.

They don't need to ask anymore; they understand.

The pred's presented the prey with an impossible condition: to survive indefinitely within their stomach.

How much longer do they have left? Will the pred change their mind? How long can someone feasibly survive inside of someone else's stomach? What-