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Warning for vore and South park stuff

Kenny McCormick sat shivering on half frozen bench. Pulling the drawstrings on his parker tighter to try and block out at least some of the howling winter winds. South Park wasn’t exactly warm and balmy at the best of times but the current winter had hit a new extreme in cold and miserable. Part of him wanted to give up and just head home, but the rundown house would barely be better especially with his parents arguing added into the mix. To make matters worse there was a deep rumbling growl competing with howling wind. Normally Kenny would have expected it to be a ravenous wolf or some other form of improbable danger ready to take his life. However this time he knew it was his own stomach making the frightening noise. Every little annoyance and frustration seemed worse when you were hungry and the cold weather was no exception.

After a particularly violent growl Kenny decided enough was enough. If he was going freeze to death for what felt like the hundreth time he was at least going to have a full belly doing it. Gritting his teeth, Kenny stood up through sheer force of will and started the long walk into town. Hugging himself tightly Kenny kept an eye out for anything edible. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d eaten something off the ground. Usually it was doing something gross for a few bucks to entertain someone, most often Cartman. But it was useful to have a strong stomach living in South Park for a variety of reasons. 

Howling wind and pelting snow made it difficult to determine exactly what rundown street Kenny was at. But at the moment he was more concerned with his complaining gut than any sense of direction. Finally he spotted something worthwhile, nestled in the indentation between two houses was what looked like a frozen person. Kenny bit his lip as he moved in for a closer look at the body. It looked like something out of the Shining, not exactly the most appetizing thing but beggars couldn’t be choosers.

It was hard to tell exactly who or what he would be eating, not that it had stopped him before. Kyle was the kind of guy to spend way too much time justifying his meal, coming up with a hundred reasons why it was ok to gulp them down. Shrugging his shoulders and sighing Kenny reached towards the frozen figure. He assumed it was someone homeless but even that was hard to tell beneath the frost. Hoisting the iceblock of a person upwards with surprising ease Kenny muttered “rub-a-dub-dub thanks for the grub” to no one in particular. Bracing against the cold Kenny pulled back his hood slightly, just enough to expose his mouth and a few locks of dirty blonde hair.

His mouth widening out to a gaping maw, Kenny began to swallow his frozen treat down head first. Wincing at the chill and feeling his tongue stick to the makeshift popsicle, Kenny decided the best thing to do would be to get it over quickly. Lifting up the body and leaning back, he allowed gravity to assist with his meal. After a few loud chilly gulps half the meal was bulging out of Kenny’s stomach while the legs poked out of his mouth. With the midsection firmly down his oesophagus Kenny was free to slurp down the legs with a lot less difficulty. 

“GLUP!” Kenny finally swallowed the last of his frozen meal down before sighing with relief as the icey block settled into the warmth of his stomach. Patting his gut, Kenny laidback against a wall, enjoying the feeling of his stomach juices thawing out his food and adding a good amount of water to his belly.

Started writing this back near Halloween when it was more appropriate. Bit out of character and mean but wanted to have fun with Imp Tweek.

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A cold chill ran through the air perfect for all hallows eve. However the cold was somewhat undercut by the supernatural heat generated by the wild haired imp boy flying through the night. His Redfured goat legs twitching absentmindedly alongside the sweep of his devilish tail. Wild blonde hair stuck out at all angles, framing a large grin with two small white fangs.

“Ahhk, not enough need more!” the devil boy muttered to himself, swishing his tail back and forth in an almost hypnotic display of anxiety. Despite his demonic form Tweek Tweak couldn’t fully escape his anxious twitchy nature. Truth be told he had a good reason to be nervous, he was working for one of the highest lords of the underworld and failure was unlikely to be pleasant.

Suddenly Tweek’s eye’s flashed golden as he detected something in the dark alleyway. His nostrils flared at the scent of sin. There was a drunken man stumbling out of there. Tweek’s mouth sagged open as he began to drool, his demon side hungering for the soul in front of him. He could tell the man's sins at a glance, petty thievery and violence for the most part. It wasn’t a particularly impressive soul to collect but Tweek’s gut had made the decision already.

Geoff barely kept his footing as he swayed back and forth, the taste of cheap booze still on his lips. Holding his pounding head of scruffy black hair with one hand the drunk thought he caught something out of the corner of his eye. A flicker of red fur, a twisting tail?

Tweek chuckled as he hovered around his soon to be prey. Selectively removing the illusion that kept himself hidden to mess with the man. Positioning his red furred but directly in front of the drunk fool's face, Tweek flickered his illusion with a swish of his tail. Tweek tried to contain his laughter as the sunken eyes widened, trying to process the sudden appearance of an ass in his face alongside the distinct smell of sulfur. 

“Who the fuck is there!” Geoff slurred his words as his anger mixed with fear and uncertainty. He’d never been one for ghost stories or anything supernatural really, but damn it the hair on the back of his neck was rising in panic.

A demonic gurgling from the blonde imps restless belly convinced him to speed up the process ever so slightly. While playing with one's food was encouraged as a denizen of the underworld he had a job to do and a hungry stomach to urge him on. Biting his lip with one of his pointed fangs in anticipation Tweek opened his mouth wide and with an unnaturally long tongue gave his soon to be prey a lick up the side of its face.

Thoroughly freaked out at the feeling of slimy wet tongue tracing it’s way up his face, Geoff went from frightened to full on panic and began to wildly swing his fists around. Tweek chuckled audibly as he effortlessly twisted in the air avoiding the sloppy attacks.

“Yyy Ya taste pretty good, you're gonna boil nicely in my belly” Tweek teased trying to keep his stuttering to a minimum.

With an overzealous swing the drunken man stumbled forward following his fist on a collision course with the ground.

Quickly darting into position Tweek opened his chasm of a mouth wide and swallowed the fist. Fully manifested and visible to his prey, Tweek smiled around the arm and pointed at his stomach. Then with all the enthusiasm of slurping down a delicious noodle Tweek’s throat muscles began to pull the entire arm and body into his gut. As Geoff began to scream, Tweek quickly extended his already monstrous mouth over the man's shoulder and head, muffling his cries. With an arm, head and the shoulders past his gullet, it didn’t take the demon boy long to swallow down the other arm and torso. Soon all that remained were a pair of desperately kicking legs sticking out of Tweek’s mouth.

“GLLLLUUPPP” Tweek gave a satisfied swallow as his belly bulged out a fleshy orb with the indents of struggling limbs.

Worked on an old story :)

“GURRRGGLLE”

Stan winced at the deep, needy rumble coming from his friend's gut. Kyle for his part looked apologetic as though he’d been caught doing something rude or uncouth, not that there was much the boys considered rude between them.

Kyle turned away from Stan and rubbed his belly as if trying to calm down an angry dog. His mind flashed back to seeing Stan’s dog Sparky and how he’d reflexively started drooling, he’d wanted to grab the dog right there and swallow it whole just to satisfy his hunger. But he couldn’t do that to Stan, so the red head endured the discomfort.

“Sorry man” Stan’s voice was tinged with guilt.

“It’s fine really” Kyle tried his best to sound sincere but his stomach was making it difficult.

“No it’s not fine, you're starving dude and you're too nice to say anything” Stan sighed and the silence that followed his word was telling. Suddenly Stan smacked himself in the head and was struck with a solution so obvious he was pissed he hadn’t thought of it before. 

“Dude it’s simple just eat me” Stan made what would normally be a crazy declaration with complete sincerity.

Silence hung in the room for a moment with only the two boys breathing to be heard, at least until Kyle’s stomach spoke up with a deep rumbling gurgle. Immediately Stan shivered with a primal fear as if he'd walked into a room and come face to face with a bear. Wet lines of drool dropped out of Kyle's now open mouth, his body reacting instinctively to the prospect of food. A low growl echoed from Kyle's throat, only for the sound to be eclipsed by another gurgle from his gut.

Stan wanted to run, the logical part of his brain was screaming it. But Stan had a stubborn streak, especially when it came to making promises to his friends. He'd offered Kyle food and he was going to stick to that, no matter how much of a dumb move it was.

“Are you sure?” Kyle’s voice was low and strained as his hunger grew.

Stan smiled, relaxing somewhat. Even with the threatening air and obvious hunger Kyle was still Kyle and making sure Stan meant what he said. Softening his posture Stan widened his grin “What’s wrong, Eye’s bigger than your stomach?” he teased.

In one swift movement Kyle grabbed Stan’s arms, pinning them to his side. Kyle’s mouth yawned incredibly wide till the pink red depths of his maw eclipsed Stan’s vision completely. In one smooth movement Kyle brought his head down tasting Stan’s face, tickling him with his tongue.Lifting with his arms and pushing down with his upper body Kyle quickly pushed Stan’s head towards his throat and began to swallow. Kyle grimaced slightly at the taste of Stan’s old puffball hat, he’d been too hungry to even think about removing it. Stan’s face bulged out of Kyle’s neck, the skin stretched tight over his features. With just a few hard gulps it was squeezed down and Stan began to enter his friends stomach head first.

Completely surrounded by the hot slimy confines of Kyle’s throat, Stan couldn’t help but think he’d done the right thing. This feeling was only reinforced when his head was forced through the sphincter into the depths of Kyle’s belly. The poor organ was completely empty and seemingly pre stretched to accept the food coming towards it. Outside his organic room Stan felt Kyle hoist his body up with effort, his mouth stretching around Stan’s shoulders. A twinge of guilt passed through Stan again as Kyle tried his best to hoist up his friend and meal to gulp him down easier. Stan knew he was a bit bigger and heavier than Kyle, at least in terms of muscles, but short of jumping down his throat, there wasn’t much he could do to help.

Wiping the sweat from his ginger curls Kyle planted his feet for the final push as he lifted up Stan’s lower body. Relying on his throat muscles and gravity to help Kyle began feverishly gulping down Stan’s body and legs. “Gluk, gulp, gulp, gllurrk” with a few last swallows Stan was fully inside Kyle and sliding into his belly. Groaning with relief Kyle stumbled back a bit before falling onto the conveniently nearby bed. Placing a hand over the huge orb of his gut, Kyle was about to ask Stan something when a huge wave of air forced it’s way up his esophagus. Kyle’s cheeks puffed out and he unleashed an almighty “BURRRRRRPP” launching Stan’s sodden hat out of his mouth to slap back down atop his belly.

Feeling his hair blow alongside his entire body shake at the belch Stan couldn’t help but whistle in appreciation. “Dude, nice one” Stan congratulated Kyle both on the impressive burp and getting him down his gullet.

Kyle blushed at the compliment, enjoying the feeling of fullness. Alongside that feeling however came some guilt at his voracious nature.

“I’m Sorry Stan, I was just so hungry and I URRP!” Kyle interrupted his own apology with another belch as his stomach constricted over Stan settling into its new shape. Kyle’s belly rumbled as he heard the muffled sound of Stan chuckling.

“It’s fine, I told you it was ok and honestly it’s pretty nice and warm in here” Stan spoke truthfully. Although it was a tight fit to be sure there was something oddly comforting about the warmth and sound of Kyle’s heart and the stomach massaging its digestive juices into him. He felt the gentle pressure of Kyle resting his hand on the stomach and by extension Stan’s back, giving it an absent minded rub.

“I can let you out if you want?” Kyle’s voice was firm and genuine, but his body betrayed how he was feeling with a slight wince of disappointment at the prospect. 

Again Kyle’s belly rumbled as Stan laughed. “I hope so dude, otherwise you would be majorly blocked up” Stan teased his friend.

Kyle gave his gut a playful punch as he muttered blushing “I meant spit you out”.

“Pretty sure Kenny flunked biology not you, food generally goes south you know” Stan spoke with a stereotypical nerd style, quite enjoying the banter they were having now that Kyle is full.

“You're my friend first, I care about what you want” Kyle’s voice was gentle and soothing.

“I know dummy and I want to be a proper meal for you, so relax and enjoy yourself, my treat” Stan smiled to himself as explained his thinking to Kyle. Kyle may not have been as twitchy and sensitive as someone like Tweek but that didn’t mean the red head was without a neurotic streak. Partly because of this Stan had made it his mission to at least every now and then get Kyle to settle and just enjoy something without overthinking it.

Kyle sighed in satisfaction as he rolled slightly onto his side still cradling the Stan shaped bulge shifting his meal into more of a fetal position. Deep gurgles emanated from the belly orb causing a few blorps and rumbles. A few more burps came up from inside Kyle as everything settled, with the occasional thumbs up from Stan for the particularly loud and entertaining ones. Both boys just rested and talked for a while until a lower gurgle than normal interrupted their conversation.

“PFFFARRPPTTTLLRT!” Kyle groaned as a loud fart rumbled out of his butt. Stan started laughing uproariously at the burst of flatulence. 

“I think it might actually smell better in here” Stan giggled as he felt Kyle shifting around to air things out. 

Kyle pinched his nose as he gave his gut a poke “I’m blaming that one on you Stan” Kyle pretended to be annoyed but the smile was obvious in his voice.

Once again I find myself randomly practicing and deciding to share it for some reason.

“GURRRGGLLE”

Stan winced at the deep, needy rumble coming from his friend's gut. Kyle for his part looked apologetic as though he’d been caught doing something rude or uncouth, not that there was much the boys considered rude between them.

Kyle turned away from Stan and rubbed his belly as if trying to calm down an angry dog. His mind flashed back to seeing Stan’s dog Sparky and how he’d reflexively started drooling, he’d wanted to grab the dog right there and swallow it whole just to satisfy his hunger. But he couldn’t do that to Stan, so the red head endured the discomfort.

“Sorry man” Stan’s voice was tinged with guilt.

“It’s fine really” Kyle tried his best to sound sincere but his stomach was making it difficult.

“No it’s not fine, you're starving dude and you're too nice to say anything” Stan sighed and the silence that followed his word was telling. Suddenly Stan smacked himself in the head and was struck with a solution so obvious he was pissed he hadn’t thought of it before. 

“Dude it’s simple just eat me” Stan made what would normally be a crazy declaration with complete sincerity.

I should really wait to finish and polish but I find myself anxious to share what I've got so far. Always up for some constructive criticism.

Stan was pissed off. That wasn’t exactly rare given the kind of people who lived in their quiet mountain town. But this time it was his three best friends who were frustrating him. Cartman was always annoying at minimum and more often infuriating but now Kyle had jumped in on some sort of moral crusade while Kenny either did nothing or stirred up the other two. A deep whining gurgle came from Stan’s midsection and he gritted his teeth as he put a hand to his whining stomach. It didn’t help his mood that he was absolutely starving. He’d missed breakfast for a doctor's appointment and then lunch when a football game was suddenly rescheduled. 

Stan barged into his room throwing his hat aside and running a hand through his sweaty jet black hair. Cartman had already managed to collect and scarf down all the snacks set aside for their afternoon visit, causing another angry twinge in Stan’s belly. Meanwhile Kenny was playing his game system while spread across the entire couch with a bored look of indifference on his face. 

“Kenny you were supposed to wait for me” Stan tried to keep his voice calm but it was proving difficult. Kenny just shrugged and gave a heavily muffled excuse with a few expletives thrown in.

“Yeah Stan and tell your mum her choice of snacks is crap” Cartman added with his mouth full of food. Despite all the rage Stan was still going to stay calm, just ask where Kyle was and keep his mouth shut. But whether it was the stealing of his food or the slight against his mother something in Stan snapped.

Striding forward to where Cartman was sitting Stan smacked the last remnants of a packet of cheesy poofs out of Cartman’s hand before placing his hands on the huge boy's shoulder.

“Dude, what the fuck is your problem asshole” Cartman screamed in anger as he tried to shake out of Stan’s grip.

Suddenly a low deep groan like an angry beast beneath the sea emanated from Stan’s gut. Cartman’s rage was replaced by fear as Stan gave a wide smile before opening his mouth incredibly wide, giving Cartman a look down his throat. Lines of drool oozed from the top of Stan’s mouth down in a criss cross pattern, his hunger pushing something deep and primal in himself. The edges of Stan’s mouth quirked up in a grin as he leaned forward, Cartman’s advantage in weight doing nothing against Stan’s Strength. Slowly so as to give the fat jerk time to think Stan slid his gaping maw over Cartman’s head and forward, a string of obscenities nasty even by Cartman’s standard muffled by the flesh of Stan’s mouth. Now came the actually hard part as Stan bent his legs and tensed his muscles to lift Cartman off the ground. Struggles from the head and heck beginning to slide down Stan’s throat intensified but with a mighty pull he hefted Carman up into the air so gravity could do the rest.

"Gluk, gulllp, glork" With the heavy and long swallows Cartman's wiggling feet disappeared down Stan’s throat and joined their owner in the stomach.

“Dude what the fuck!” A familiar screeching voice cut through the satisfaction Stan was feeling at finally having Cartman in his belly. Stan’s brow twitched in annoyance as he turned with no small effort to the doorway to face Kyle.

Not vore focused until some hunger at the end. Just wanted to practice a bit of character and situation writing. Hopefully it's not too cringeworthy.

Kenny shook the chlorinated water out of his dirty blonde hair and shivered. It wasn’t really that cold but he was so used to the warmth of his parker and the cheap pair of scavenged swim trunks weren’t doing much to help. Still a better option than the half rotted pair of speedos Cartman had offered him at a discount. By all accounts a class trip to the pool should have been a fun day but the usual set of arguments and fights had broken out and made the whole thing a classic South Park mess.

“Hey Kenny, how's it going?” Butters swam up eagerly, raising a hand in greeting. Kenny couldn’t help but smile a bit, without his trademark get up a lot of people had trouble recognising him, but Butter’s had never been one of them.

“Could be worse” he shrugged “what about you Butt’s” Kenny asked playfully feeling a little more relaxed.

Butter’s smile dropped into a small frown. “Kyle kicked me out” Butter’s pouted as he stuck out his lower lip.

“Any reason, you know besides the usual stick up his ass” Kenny asked despite being pretty sure he knew why. Although he had isolated himself from the rest of the group to get some peace, it was hard to block out the various yells of excitement, annoyance and frustration.

“I peed in the pool” Butter’s confession wasn’t so much shame as confusion. Kenny suspected as much from the distinct yells he’d heard from Kyle not too long ago, though he could never rule out that it was Cartman that caused them.

“Should have done it from the diving board” Kenny advised smirking.

“Yeah but then Mum and Dad would be mad at me” Butters sank till his head was just below the surface of the water and blew bubbles as he thought. Kenny shook his head but smiled, sometimes he wasn’t sure if Butter’s really was that naive or just didn’t care. Either way his honesty and frankness was refreshing. The moment was interrupted by the sound of Kenny’s stomach growling. Even partially muffled by the water it was noticeable and Butter’s immediately swam over to investigate.

“Was that your tummy, Ken or did you just toot?” Butters raised his hand towards Kenny’s gut as if approaching a wild animal. Kenny couldn’t help but chuckle at his friend's curiosity, anyone else getting that close unprompted might be annoying but Butter’s found a way to be an exception to a lot of rules.

So thought I would ask fellow fans of South Park vore

Adding a little bit more here and want to drop a warning for some flatulence. To me it’s as much a part of vore stuff as any burp but I know plenty of people don’t like it and I get that.

Finally the work day was done and Tweek was back in his rather disheveled but comfortable clothes. Although the massive yoga ball sized lump had vanished, the edges of Tweek’s shirt were lifted up by a wave of fat, straining slightly against his tight pants.While he wasn’t exactly happy about this he’d had enough experience to know he could work it off. With a wistful smile the twitchy blonde recalled his first meal and how much he had cried and screamed about the weight. Of course it was Craig that calmed him down, rubbing his belly and holding him as he shook.

“I like it” Craig’s response was short and to the point as usual but those three words did wonders for twitchy Tweek’s nerves. Later on Tweek mused that he probably should have felt bad for the people bubbling away in his belly. It was probably just an excuse but some primal part of him just felt right. Once they had entered his mouth it was up to his belly and the rest of his guts to take care of them. Despite dissolving people he found himself more upset by the shape of his body and unfortunate noises that were created by his system taking care of the meal.

A more persistent pressure in his depths interrupted Tweeks thoughts as he prepared to leave his workplace. A quick scan around the room confirmed the store was completely empty. Putting his still occasionally twitching hands on a counter Tweek leaned forward to ease the pressure a little.

Feeling a tiny bit inspired and wanted to try some South Park vore writing 

Tweek groaned in a strange combination of annoyance and relief as he laid back against the wall. He looked as scruffy and out of sorts as ever even wearing his work apron emblazoned with the Harbucks logo. What was slightly out of place even for Tweek was the massive squirming orb of flesh stretching his apron out to the limit. Tweek felt his cheeks puff up as a wave of stale air rushed up his throat and exploded in a massie “Burrrrpp”. Tweek groaned as he felt his belly contract after the burp and the outlines of his occupants became clearer, hands flailing and legs kicking.

“Ss settle down” Tweek squeaked at his grumbling gut, wincing as the struggles continued. Snacking on the job wasn’t prohibited but he was so nervous about keeping his position that he usually resisted on the off chance he was caught while the manager was having a particularly bad day. There weren’t even any customers to serve, since the last few needy jerks were now deep inside his belly. With a twitch and deep growl from his gut Tweek sighed as he felt the struggles slightly lessen. 

Usually the scraggly blonde boy was as thin as a rake resulting from the amount of nervous energy he regularly burned. But these impulsive meals had taken their toll and more and more chub was starting to build up. Usually there was enough time between Tweeks resolve weakening and indulging in a meal to lose the extra pounds but this summer had been particularly stressful. 

Craig’s face swam into his mind as he lay back enjoying the occasional twitch or his gut. There was someone who he could blame for the extra pounds. Somehow Craig always came up with a good excuse to let Tweek indulge his desires. Whether it was building confidence, teaching some assholes a lesson or “watering down” his caffeine intake, Tweek never had much luck refusing Craig. A shameful smile flickered across his face as he placed a shaky hand on the bulge that might have been an asshole customer's face and pushed it down, feeling it sink into his depths.