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What if coworker A is hungry but forgot their lunch, and coworker B offers to be a replacement?

9. Can You Hear Me Now?

Contains: Soft Vore, M/M Vore, Safe Vore, Willing Prey

“Hi, this is David from ExpiraCall! I wanted to talk to you abo-“ The call disconnected. David slipped off his headseat and leaned back in his chair, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Jesus christ...” He glanced at the clock. It was just about noon, which meant he still had another four and a half hours in his shift. David briefly wondered if he had been a serial killer in his past life. It was the only way he could possibly deserve the special brand of hell that was working in a call center.

Admittedly, it wasn’t usually that bad of a job. He only had to actually make calls when someone agreed to a third party survey, which was not often. The call center had downsized a lot so David shared the massive office space with only a small number of coworkers. He basically got to spend most of his time on his cellphone doing whatever he wanted between calls. Today, however, he was particularly annoyed.

“You know, you really have a way with words.” Travis had pushed his chair back from his desk as his sarcastic comment was flung over the cubicle wall. David glared at his coworker as he came into view, grumbling under his breath. Travis was the only coworker remotely near him in the office, taking up the cubicle next to his. They had started about the same time and had bonded over their mutual disdain for the job and its ugly orange polos. David spent much of his day complaining to Travis, and Travis in turn spent most of the day making fun of David. They had started to hang out after work sometimes, enough that David would consider Travis his “friend”.

“Why even sign up for a survey if you DON’T WANT TO DO IT?!” David was breathing heavily and clearly frustrated. It wasn’t an uncommon occurence to have people hang up immediately, but it was not a good day for it to happen. Every little thing was bothering him. The fluorescent lights were too dim, the sound quality on his mic was being crap, but most of all-

grrrrllllllggggrrrrrr...

-he had forgotten his lunch at home and he’d been starving since 10.

“Ahhh. Did your boyfriend forget to feed the beast?” Travis rolled his chair over into David’s cubicle so he could poke David’s paunch through his shirt. David smacked his hand away and gave Tristan a grimace.

“I told you, he’s not my boyfriend. We’re roommates, that’s it. Period.” He pulled his polo down a bit further, wondering why his friends always seemed to point out his belly. He hadn’t put on THAT much weight. “And no, he didn’t make me a lunch, if you must know. The restaurant had some sort of event this morning and he got called in.” David pouted just a bit, upset that Sebastian hadn’t had time to make him his usual work meal. Just thinking about it made his stomach miss it even more.

grrrrRRRRRRlllglgllrrrr

“Oh, poor tummy tum didn’t get his family sized meal today, poor thing!” Travis put on a cutesy voice as he grabbed David’s belly. There was just enough pudge for his fingers to sink into the soft flesh and get a good grip on his budding love handles. David groaned and tried to pull himself away, but Travis held on and was pulled along with him.

“Come on, you’re not that much smaller than me.” In some ways, this was true. David was only two or three inches taller than Travis, and when they had started they looked pretty similar. They both had blonde hair, though David’s was a darker blonde while Travis bordered on a bleached color. They were both pale with just light freckling. And they had both been skinny. Now, however, Travis was the only skinny one. Travis’s shirt hung of his body with plenty of room to move and shift. David’s shirt was the same size, but it clung to his body and would start to ride up over the base of his stomach if he leaned back too far. Eating Sebastian’s cooking every day was certainly impacting his figure.

“You know you can’t starve a tummy like this! It needs to be kept full.” Travis clicked his tongue in disapproval and shook his head. His grip softened and his hands began roaming over David’s shirt, occassionally pushing into his gut to see how far his fingers could sink in. The pressure from Travis’s groping was not helping David’s stomach to settle. “You have to get some food into this guy or he’s going to be upset the whole day.”

“Well, what am I supp-urp-osed to do? Eat your lunch?” David covered his mouth as the overactive acid in his stomach started to force gas up and out his mouth. He was uncomfortable with how handsy Travis was being today, but the bellyrub did help to ease his painful discomfort.

“No, my lunch is WAY too small for a belly this size. No, what you need is...” Travis let go of David for a bit and turned his chair. David was momentarily upset by the removal of Travis’s calming touch, but quickly composed himself. After a short while Travis turned back and shocked David with how serious his expression was. “I have an idea, but it’s a little... out there. But I think it will make things better - for both of us.”

“Okay...”

“But I need you to trust me.”

“What’re yo-“

“Do you trust me?”

“I mean, yeah, bu-“

“Great! Then close your eyes and keep them closed.”

David wasn’t sure what was going on, particularly when Travis mentioned it helping “both” of them, but he closed his eyes as instructed. He could hear Travis stand up and walk to his cubicle. There was a sound of papers and boxes being shifted around, then the distinct sound of plastic wrappers crinkling. David sighed in relief. Travis obviously had a secret snack stash and didn’t want David raiding it. He had started to worry that Travis was going to do something weird with his belly...

“Open your mouth, and don’t you dare open your eyes or no snack for you.” This was a little odd, but if getting food meant that he’d have to be hand fed, David would just have to put up with it. He opened his mouth and squeezed his eyes to show they were staying shut. “Wider.” David shrugged and opened his mouth a bit more, sticking his tongue out playfully. “Wider.” What the hell? How big was this thing? David stretched his mouth as wide as he could, his jaw aching with a dull pain as he strained. “Good. Now, don’t bite down.”

David felt a small round object be placed on his tongue. It tasted like chalk and artificial strawberry, almost like a very bitter antacid tablet. David was very confused, as this candy didn’t feel like it was very large at all. Why had he needed to open his mouth so much?

David started to close his lips around the orb before realizing that Travis had not let go yet. He opened his mouth wide again to give him the chance to pull out. Instead, Travis pushed the candy and his fingers farther into David’s mouth. David’s eyes shot open as he felt Travis push the orb down the back of his throat before fitting his whole hand in David’s mouth. Travis stood over him, grinning.

“MMMMFF?!?”

“It’s okay, you’re fine, you’re good. Trust me, you are going to LOVE this.” Travis put a bit more force in, trying to push his hand deeper into David’s esophagus. Travis’s arm pulled on David’s jaw in a horribly painful way. David was certain his jaw was going to be ripped out of his skull, or he’d pass out from the pain, or some terrible combination of the two. The hand in his throat was also starting to cut off his breathing and he genuinely did not know how much longer he could hold his breath. Just as the pain bordered on unbearable, he felt something shift inside him.

Pop!

The noise sounded a little like a joint cracking after not being used for a while. It was accompanied by an immense feeling of relief as David felt cool air rush into his lungs and his jaw relax and go slack. It didn’t feel like anything was broken or dislocated, more like he had adjusted into a more comfortable position.

“There we go. Now for the easy part.” Travis brought his other hand up to David’s mouth and slipped it in next to his right hand. David’s eyes were wide in amazement. He didn’t even know that his mouth had enough space for two hands. Travis continued to push at a slow but steady pace, inching his way up his forearms to his elbows. David could tell from Travis’s face that he was enjoying this, possibly even more than David was.

As the adrenaline from the initial shock wore off, David began to actually taste his coworker. Travis’s skin tasted a little like soap and hair, but there was a bold and rich flavor under it that he couldn’t describe. It was warm, aromatic, and had a quality to it like a finely prepared porkchop or steak. He started licking as much as he could along the arms as they began to travel down his gullet towards his stomach. Travis let out a chuckle as he felt David start to get into it.

As Travis got closer to his entire arms being inside David, he knew it was time for the next step. “David, are you listening? Because this is VERY important.” David had closed his eyes and was sucking away on the treat in his mouth, but he barely managed a nod in response. “This next part is going to be great, but I’m not going to be able to push as well. So I’m going to need you to start gulping. Do you think you can do that?” David slurped a bit as he hit a particularly tender part of Travis’s upper arm. “David, do you understand?” After a moment, David once again nodded as well as he could with two arms holding his head in place.

Travis was satisfied that things would probably work out as needed. He slowly pulled his arms apart so that a gap formed between them. David groaned from the new pressure but didn’t seem to object. Travis lowered his head and placed it in the space he had just created. David’s hot breath on his face made him shudder in delight. Inch by inch his head dissappeared into David’s maw until Travis’s arms, head, and neck were nothing more than bulges in David’s cheeks and throat.

David continued to enjoy his new meal. The more of it he tasted, the more excited he became to get more of it inside his mouth. Travis’s head was an excellent addition despite the hair. Feeling all of Travis’s features pass across his tongue was surreal, and for a moment he wondered whether he had fallen asleep at his desk and was dreaming. But even if it was a dream, he didn’t care, he just wanted more!

There was one hurdle David did not expect: Travis’s clothes. They didn’t taste as bad as when he had cloth in his mouth before that point, but it didn’t taste great. Internally, he thought it was appropriate that he hated everything about the polo including the taste apparently. David considered trying to spit Travis out to avoid tasting more of the awful shirt though he wasn’t sure he even knew how to do something like that. He’d just have to power through it. He tried gulping like Travis had said, but the motion felt awkward and foreign with such a large object already in his throat. He tried again, but only managed to feel his throat shift a tiny bit. On his third try he closed his eyes and pushed his head forward to try and kickstart the muscles.

Sure enough, David felt a few inches of Travis slip deeper inside him. He moaned softly, proud of himself for doing a task that was normally so simple it was involuntary. He took a moment to get himself ready for a second gulp. Travis was lighter than he was, but it still felt like his throat was trying to lift Travis’s entire weight as he swallowed. The next time David gulped, he got it in one try. The time after that, it felt a bit easier. He fell into a rhythm of swallow, rest, swallow, rest, working Travis’s torso into his mouth at a steady rate.

Travis wriggled a bit at the sensation of David taking over and swallowing him whole. It felt like a tight hug that travelled down his body with each slurp. The warm and damp walls around him shifted as he descended down into the pit of David’s stomach. As his head caught up to his arms he folded them over each other to conserve his space. His body slowly followed after him and he felt himself naturally curl into a psuedo-fetal position in the restrictive confines of the belly.

David sped up the more of Travis he managed to eat up. The decrease in weight he had to pull helped, and at a certain point he was able to tilt his head back and let gravity assist the process. It was almost hypnotic to watch Travis’s feet move closer and closer to his mouth after every gulp. Soon, they were the only thing left. Determined, David opened his mouth wide and pushed the feet in with his hands. The toes were the last to dissappear past his lips as his mouth could finally close. He gulped, and his mouth was empty.

David could feel in his throat as Travis’s legs finished their journey down. The bulge of his feet slipped down until they passed his chest and could not be seen. David leaned back in his swivel chair. He had never been so exhausted in his entire life, nor had he ever been so full. He had come close a few of the more recent times Sebastian had brought home food, but it didn’t quite reach this level of stuffed. He sighed and let himself enjoy the gentle movements of his meal as it adjusted to its home.

...

David’s head was nodding and he almost drifted off to sleep when an alarm on his phone went off. On the screen, the timer was labelled “Lunch”. The shrill ringtone was enough to wake him up and realize just what had happened. A chill ran up his spine as he looked down for the first time.

His orange polo had tried to stretch at first, but after it had begun to lose that battle it had ridden up almost entirely over his now bulbous belly. His gut jutted out to his knees and the skin looked painfully tight as it stretched over its contents. David’s pudge covered up most of the detail, but occassionally something would bulge and move beneath the surface and press the shape of a hand or foot into it.

“Travis, are you urrrappp okay?!?” He placed his own hands on his stomach and got goosebumps when he felt something press back against him. He had just eaten a coworker. He had just eaten a friend! Thousands of thoughts ran through his head, thoughts of turning himself in for what he had done or going on the lam and spending his life in fear of one day being caught. His pulse quickened, and panic began to set in.

“Oh, I’m more than okay.” David felt Travis shift once more and felt some relief when he heard Travis’s voice. It sounded like it had more bass to it, and it was just a little muffled, but it sounded like he was unhurt. “But you weren’t kidding. It’s pretty empty in here.”

“Travis... what just happened? What’d you feed me?” David leaned back in his chair, but Travis’s constant motion almost pulled him out of it to the ground. David had to wrap his arms around his bloated gut to hold it still enough that he could sit properly.

“Obviously, I fed you me.” He could feel Travis shake with laughter, but it didn’t exactly put him at ease. “But seriously, I just gave you something to test if you even could swallow something my size. If you could, it would make it easier. If not, well, I don’t actually know. I just got the stuff recently.”

“Why did you even buy it in the first place?” There was a long moment of silence. Travis moved uncomfortably against the restriction of David’s arms and the walls of the stomach. It became abundantly clear he was giving David the silent treatment. Finally, David spoke up again. “So... Do I need to get you out before your digested? Because I feel like I’d get burrrppp fired for that.”

“I mean, eventually. But what I gave you should keep you from digesting anything for a few hours. Besides, if you threw me up you’d just be hungry and pissed off for the rest of the shift anyway.”

David looked around for any signs of the other staff. “What if someone comes by? What am I supposed to say?” He knew that it wasn’t likely, it was a rare day where they ran into another employee, but he was still nervous. David tried to push his chair farther into his cubicle, but his additional weight made it a slow and difficult process.

“Just tell them I took a half day. Besides, they may not notice considering how big you’ve gotten recently!” Travis shook David’s entire belly with his laugh. David grunted and punched the jiggling dome of flesh. This was met with immediate regret as his fist connected with his own body. The pain of the blow was made worse by how tight the skin on his midsection was. He wanted to double over, but Travis was taking up that space right now. The punch did knock something loose, but it wasn’t Travis. David felt air begin to bubble up inside him, building up in his throat, and he covered his mouth in an attempt to stop the eruption but it was too late.

BRRRRRAAAAAOOORRRRRRPP!!

The sound of his burp echoed a bit in the mostly empty office. David’s face turned a deep crimson in embarrassment as he buried his head in the top of his belly. Travis’s laughing became worse as he heard the results of David’s retaliation. “Real subtle, David. I’m sure no one noticed that.” David just wanted to hide in a dark room somewhere and die.

David lay his head on its side and noticed that his computer screen was flashing. He had a new call to make and he hadn’t noticed! David swore under his breath as he pulled up to his computer to pull up the answer details. Ooof! David’s belly hit the desk before he expected and the wind was knocked out of him. “Watch where you’re going! Precious cargo in here!” David did his best to ignore Travis as he had to turn his chair to the side to be able to reach his headset. He had at least caught it before the timer ran out and he would be docked pay, so he felt a small sense of relief. Hopefully this called would be like the last so he could go back to trying to relax.

“Hi, this is David from ExpiraCall! I wanted to talk to you about your recent interactions with NorthEast MidNational Bank.” David crossed his fingers, willing this person to hang up or tell him to shove it.

“Hi David, I’d love to help you out. What do you want to know?” Goddammit.

David started following the on-screen script with the customer. He was an older gentleman who was kind and helpful and gave lengthy answers. The call started to feel like the longest David had ever had to deal with in his time at ExpiraCall. He tried to speed it up as much as he could, but all he could really do was hope that his stomach would stay settled for the rest of it.

Travis found it amusing at first to listen to the call from inside David, but it didn’t take long for him to start to get bored with it. He maneuvered his hands in front of him with some effort and began to run them along the lining of David’s stomach in a chaotic motion.

At first David enjoyed the sensation. He even bad to stifle a moan as he felt himself untense from the internal belly rub. But then it became more aggressive. He began to feel a tickle build up inside him, like an itch that you physically can’t scratch. The tingling spread, and he realized with horror that he had started to giggle. Travis was tickling him from the inside! David tried his hardest to keep his voice calm on the phone.

“So, would you... pffft... would describe the bank’s facility as A-haha-dequate, inadequate, or not applicab-hehehe...”

“Son, did I say something funny?”

“No sir... Haha! No, I mean, it’s not you... pffffft hahahehehe!”

“Boy, I don’t appreciate being laughed at. What’s so goddamn funny?”

“HAHAHA! I’m sorry! I... URRAAARRPP! HAHAHA...”

“I swear, I never-“ The man disconnected the phone call as David continued laughing loudly to himself. When he started to have trouble breathing, Travis finally started to lay off on the tickling. David wiped tears from his eyes and let out a defeated groan.

“You realize that’s coming out of my pay.”

“That’s okay, I’ll spot you dinner.” David wasn’t sure if that was a joke, a promise, or something else.

“Are you really going to stay in there til the end of my shift?”

“I don’t know when you’ll be this empty again with how your roommate feeds you, so I’m taking as much time as I want.” David was conflicted as he started typing the call log into the computer. He did like the way his belly felt when it wasn’t being attacked from within. The fullness was pleasant and satisfying. But he could make it through a whole work day like this? Not that it mattered much. He doubted he was getting Travis out until he wanted to come out.

It was going to be a long day.

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So, this story was supposed to be typed and done last night. But it is admittedly hard to type when you don’t have access to your phone for reasons. So here is my *delayed* story of the day. I hope people enjoy it anyway!

Also, I wanted to thank everyone again for following me. It really means a lot, and I know I’m just starting out but to think that over 50 people are (hopefully) reading what I’m putting out is amazing! You all are wonderful people. Thank you.

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