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Demon Imp Tweek devours a soul

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.

“URRRRRPPPPP!!!!!” A massive flaming burp exploded out of Tweek’s mouth as his gut contracted hard around his prey. It didn’t take long at all for the mortal form of Geoff to dissolve, but his spirit was in for a much more involved digestion.

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Stan and Kyle "Eat me"

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.

“Well let’s call it a team effort” Stan compromised. Shifting around as best he could inside the warm embrace of Kyle he managed to push his palm out against the skin. It took a few seconds but eventually Kyle recognized the internal high five and gave the handprint on his gut a slap.

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