#asgoredreemurvore

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

God, your pec vore whiting is hot as fuck man. I kinda wanna see how you'd write asgore shoving his son right on down those hefty man tits, maybe even sans could get some fun as well? I'm just absolutely Hooked on your amazing writing!

I've actually done that before once here! But honestly one is not enough. And I haven't done anything like that with S.ans soooo

“I hope I don’t end up letting myself go like you did, Dad,” A.sriel jokes, nudging A.sgore’s stomach with his elbow. He’s visiting his dad again during a break in school, and has been getting bigger while he was away. “I can see why you get called Fluffybuns with all this fluff.”

A.sgore blushes and scratches his cheek, a sheepish smile on his face. “Well...maybe I got a bit rounder in the middle in my old age. But I don’t think I’ve let myself go at all, either. Your old man’s still got it.”

A.sriel snorts at that. “Yeah, maybe a few pies ago, but you’ve gone and buried all of that.” Now he gives A.sgore’s stomach a shake, making it jiggle and wobble.

A.sgore’s blush darkens and he frowns now. “Do you really think so?” It has been a while since he’s had someone really take a look at him. Maybe he’s just not noticed. So he starts to take off his shirt to make sure.

“It’s not a bad thing,” A.sriel goes on. “You spend so much time in the shop, it’s not that surprising that you’ve--w-woah...” His eyes widen as he actually gets a look at his dad’s body. While he certainly has an impressive gut from too much snacking, it’s paired up with bulky arms and solid pecs.

A.sriel really wasn’t expecting something so built. Has his dad been hiding this from him the whole time or has he just not noticed? Without really thinking, he reaches up and gives his dad’s chest a squeeze. No doubt, that’s solid muscle. “Holy...”

“Ah...” A.sgore’s entire face is red now. Golly, he forgot how sensitive his chest could be. It’s been a while since someone has touched it like this. And that’s usually because...of what he ends up doing to people who do this. ��A-A.sriel, I...”

“Do you work out in secret or something?” A.sriel asks, feeling over his dad’s pecs some more. “This has gotta be bodybuilder levels of definition. No way you get this just from the gardening, right?” He’s so busy marveling over A.sgore’s pecs that A.sriel doesn’t notice the hazy look in his dad’s eyes or the big paw coming up to his head.

A.sgore can’t help himself. His body is tingling from the attention and a need for some relief. Which comes from pushing down on A.sriel’s head. The younger goat’s surprised bleat is cut off from his muzzle getting shoved in between his dad’s thick, furry pecs. He starts to scramble, looking up at his dad with a muffled cry. But A.sgore’s eyes are closed, a pleased moan escaping him as he feels that wonderful sensation. He pushes down harder on A.sriel’s head, and the whole thing disappears between his pecs.

The muffled screaming from A.sriel as well as his wild thrashing is enough to bring A.sgore out of his stupor. At least, enough for him to recognize that it’s his own son that he’s gotten neck deep in his pecs. Not enough to actually get the goat to resist the immense desire to fill his chest. He bites his lip and moves his large paws down to A.sriel’s ass. “Sorry, Azzy...I just need this right now. At least you know how I got gains like this, right?” He smiles bashfully. He’s not able to hear his son’s response, but it doesn’t matter much. He shoves hard, forcing more of the younger goat down into his chest.

A slight moan escapes A.sgore from the sensation. It feels so good. A.sriel’s up to his waist now, legs kicking around wildly. A.sgore grabs onto the goat’s ankles and pushes down again, shoveling more of him away into those fluffy pecs. They’re bulging out more and more as they’re forced to contain live meat. Only A.sriel’s feet are left kicking around. A.sgore watches them for a second with a bit of conflict...before closing his eyes and flexing his pecs, slurping the last of his son in with a moan.

A.sgore’s pecs bulge and shift around as A.sriel struggles inside the best he can. Packed into the tight, musky space has left him nearly hysterical, but his desperate pleas for his dad to let him out was muffled. A.sgore might have been able to hear them if he really tried listening but he wasn’t trying to do that. He was completely focused on the pleasure of having live meat struggling in his chest.

A.sgore starts to grope at his own chest, feeling it flex and squeeze over his son. He knows what’ll happen if he doesn’t do something quick to let A.sriel out, but the thought of doing so is so far from his mind it may as well not exist. “Aaah...A.sriel, it’ll be okay...just let it happen...”

That didn’t seem to bring much comfort to A.sriel at all, who continued to thrash and panic.But the walls were closing in on him, each flex of A.sgore’s chest feeling tighter and more restricting. The heat is getting intense and stifling as the older goat begins to sweat a bit. It was getting difficult to struggle at all, his form bulging out A.sgore’s chest as it grows tighter.

Cracks and pops begin to ring out with each flex, and A.sriel’s muffled screams are shrill. It makes shivers run down A.sgore’s spine and he squeezes his own chest hard. He can feel his son breaking apart, his pecs finally too much for the younger goat to withstand. Every time he flexed them, more of A.sriel was broken apart and turned into protein for him.

When A.sgore actually manages to hear his son scream for him, he became overwhelmed with pleasure. He fires off a load into his pants, moaning out as his pecs squeeze down tight. A.sriel’s scream gets cut off by a very loud, wet crunch, and A.sgore could feel the smaller body fold like paper inside of him.

When he orgasm ends and he sits back, A.sgore feels exhausted. He’s panting, sweat trickling down his chest as a thick musk fogs the air around him. His face is flushed with a cocktail of emotions that leaves him feeling amazing. His pecs keep flexing, his muscles pumping up with each one as he turns his own son into mass.

He feels...sated. That’s the only emotion washing over him now. But there’s an itch in his chest now. He scratches at it, digging his fingers in between the crevice. He manages to hook onto something and pull it out. A goat skull stares up at him, missing a jaw. It’s drenched in enough sweat that it drips off of it like water with bits of yellow and white fur stuck to it.

A dopey smile crosses A.sgore’s face and he gives his chest a slight squeeze. “Golly, you made for some great gains, Azzy. Thanks for helping your old man out.”

---

A.sriel sighs through his nose as he stacks the shelves. Coming home for the summer made him think he’d be able to just kick back and relax after getting through his difficult courses. Turns out, he was basically offered to the new grocery store owner as a summer worker by his dad. It was already decided by the time he got to town.

It’d be fine if he wasn’t the only other guy working here. But that skeleton running the place, S.ans, hasn’t hired anyone else and also spends most of his time sitting behind the counter doing nothing. A.sriel’s already been at it for a week and his patience is running thin. He sets the last of the cans in place and decides he’s had enough.

A.sriel walks over to the counter and leans over it. “Hey, aren’t you going to get up and help me? All you’ve done is sit there.”

S.ans, who had been leaning back with his arms behind his head, now opens one eye to look at A.sriel. “Ah, I’d love to kid, but I’m just not as young or strong as you are. You’d get it all done a lot faster than I ever could. Besides, it’s what I pay you for.”

A.sriel’s frown twitches a bit and he leans in closer. “You’re not some feeble old man. Did you just hire me because you’re too lazy to do it yourself? I don’t need this job, I can just quit.” Though he might get in trouble for it.

S.ans sighs and sits up a bit, now closer to A.sriel’s face. “Alright, kid. I guess I can help out. But I’m going to need a hand here. A bit of a pep in my step, you know? You’re full of energy, you’d be a lot of help on these old bones.”

The skeleton really doesn’t seem that old to A.sriel, but maybe he just doesn’t get how they age. He’s not entirely sure what S.ans is getting at, either, but his fight does wane slightly seeing S.ans somewhat give in to his demands. “Alright...what do you need?”

S.ans casually lifts up his shirt, showing off his light blue body with a soft set of pecs and a softer belly. It makes a dark flush cross A.sriel’s face as he ends up staring at the skeletons’ body. “Ah...what are you--”

A.sriel cuts himself up with a yelp as he’s yanked forward by his shirt and dragged over the counter slightly. S.ans uses that chance to push down on the goat’s head and force it between his pecs. A pleased groan escapes the skeleton as he starts to drag more of A.sriel over the counter and into his chest.

The muffled screaming coming from A.sriel is impossible to parse and won’t be heard by anyone other than S.ans. The goat is flailing madly, trying to push away for find some kind of leverage. But as his shoulders and chest begin to sink out of sight, it gets hard to do that. His feet finally start to lift off the ground and kick in the air while the rest of his torso steadily disappears.

A few banging sounds is all A.sriel can manage in terms of noise, and it’s only as his kicking legs are dragged over the counter as he’s able to hit it with his feet. It still does absolutely nothing as he’s slowly packed away into S.ans’s chest, which is growing larger and heavier with each inch of the goat that it claims. Soon he’s up to his knees and all S.ans has to do is lean back again and watch the goat’s twitching legs slowly disappear from sight. All the way up to his feet slurping in and disappearing.

“Aaaah...” S.ans lets out a content sigh and closes his eyes. “There you go, kid. This’ll give me all the energy I need to get that work done...later.” His pecs flex and bounce, squeezing around A.sriel’s form. He’s not sure if the goat heard him, but it doesn’t matter much. He can’t make out too much beyond muffled screaming as A.sriel tries to thrash around inside.

Even without anyone to look at it, S.ans’s chest is bulging obscenely, vaguely shaped like the goat he crammed inside. Paws and a face occasionally come into more clarity as A.sriel pushes around, the blue flesh keeping his presence murky and hard to fully make out. And each flex of S.ans’s chest squeezes and smooshes him down tighter and tighter, making the bulges more defined as he’s given less space to kick around in.

When the first crack rings out, A.sriel lets out a shrill scream. His thrashing gets more intense despite how little space he has to do it with. But every flex came with another crack or crunch, forcing A.sriel into a smaller and smaller space as his body is broken down into protein. He screams all the while, at least until a wet snap cuts his voice off for good.

Now with each flex of S.ans’s chest, his body was putting A.sriel’s to use. He slowly bulked up, muscle definition adding to his normally soft body. His chest and arms especially got a lot of it, the former becoming much firmer while the later grew thick and strong. Though the same applies to the rest of his body. It makes a slight shudder run through S.ans as he feels energized by all of the new mass pumping into him. The thick smell of his own musk is wafting in the air now, too.

“Well, looks like I got all the energy I need now,” S.ans comments to no one as he gropes hsi own chest. “I could get up and get the rest of the stock set up in no time flat.” After a few seconds, he puts his feet up on the counter and leans back in his chair again. “Yep...no time flat.”

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

If M.onty and A.sgore squared off in a vore duel, who’d come out on top with a full belly?

So honestly I think this goes one of two ways but it depends completely on which A.sgore we're talking about. So here's one with both.

M.onty steps into the arena with a smug grin. He heard his latest meal--because opponent is too kind a word for the fodder he burns through--was going to be some big softie. Gets called “Fluffybuns” by lots of people. Ha! No way someone like that would stand a chance against a guy like M.onty. It’ll be a cinch.

M.onty perks up when he notices said meal coming along. He slurps over his lips with a grin, tail swishing. This'll be easy and fast. In fact, he’ll end this in just one lunge. The second that guy is in bounds, he’s going to fill his gut like he deserves.

--U.ndertale!A.sgore--

A large goat steps into the arena, standing tall and strong. He’s dressed in shining armor, a purple cape fluttering behind him. M.onty doesn’t take much longer to take the sight in before he lunges with a roar. If he had paid attention, he’d have noticed the red trident the goat is wielding before it swung to hit him in the face.

It sends the gator spinning off to the side and crashing to the ground. He’s dazed, blinking rapidly as he tries to pick himself up. His sunglasses are sitting in front of him, cracked. He picks them up and gets back to his feet, putting them on his face in time to turn with a growl and face his meal again.

Only for the sound to die in his throat as he finds himself staring down a drooling, dark maw. “Wait—!” M.onty’s cry is cut off by the snap of jaws as A.sgore engulfs his head in an instant.

M.onty plants his hands on A.sgore’s shoulders, trying to push himself away from the goat. He’s certain he can get out! But A.sgore puts an end to that fast. He grabs M.onty by the waist and quickly hoists the gator up into the air. It gets a muffled yelp from M.onty, whose legs begin to cartwheel wildly. His pushing doesn’t do much to help him now, though, as A.sgore begins to slurp him down.

The whole process is fast and messy. Wet, hard gulps sound out one after another, dragging M.onty’s bulky form down the hatch. His shoulders and chest disappear fast, followed by his stomach which pins his arms down. Then those cartwheeling legs and thrashing tail and being chugged down. And the wagging tip of his tail disappears with a wet slurp behind A.sgore’s lips, the bulge finally sinking down his throat and disappearing.

A.sgore’s armor groans as M.onty is squeezed in behind it. The metal bulges and bloats but holds firm. It makes for an entirely unpleasant experience for M.onty, whose body ends up awkwardly crammed into the tight and oppressive space. He barely has room to move, but with how he’s twisted up into a little ball, he can’t do much of that anyway. His loud, roaring voice barely makes it to A.sgore’s ears past the fat and muscle and armor as well. Anyone looking at the king would hardly notice the gator’s presence.

And then A.sgore flexes his stomach. “BBWWWWWWOOOOOOUUUUUUUURRRRRRPPPPPP!!!!”

The booming belch he let loose helped to muffled the loud screech M.onty let out in his gut, and the second loud screech made by his metal body folding in on itself and crumpling like a tin can. A.sgore’s stomach notably shrinks back down to its normal size before the belch even ends. And the only thing he has to show for it is a pair of cracked, warped sunglasses that flies out of his maw in the last few seconds.

After it ends, A.sgore licks his lips and pats his stomach. That was one of his easiest matches yet. He knows most people underestimate him but as the king of monsters, he’s no pushover. He steps forward to gently pick up the glasses he belched out. It’ll make a nice addition to the little memorial he has for those he’s defeated. He didn’t have much else to pick from, given the rest of M.onty is a molten sludge pumping through his intestines.

A.sgore gives a bow despite no physical audience being around and walks off the way he came. All that metal was a bit hard on his stomach. Some tea should wash it down just fine.

D.eltarune!A.sgore

A large goat walks in, trying to muster up all the courage he can but still having a meek smile. He doesn’t look like much, dressed in a pair of jeans and a pink Hawaiian shirt. He hardly even looks like a fighter. “Fluffybuns” is right…and M.onty is going to spare no mercy.

The gator lunges the second his prey has entered the arena. A.sgore gets out a shocked cry as he’s suddenly staring down a giant, toothy maw flying toward him. M.onty barrels into him and the two quickly go crashing to the ground in a heap.

By the time things settle, M.onty is able to sit up. A.sgore’s ass is being framed by his jaws, thick legs kicking and scrambling wildly. He’s half down the gator’s gullet, screaming face bulging out the scaly gut.

M.onty flicks his head back, sending A.sgore’s kicking legs up into the air and further down his gullet. Another flick of his head and A.sgore’s knee deep. One more flick lets his feet slide past M.onty’s teeth, and with a resounding snap, the gator’s maw slams shut. A final gulp seals the last of A.sgore away, and M.onty’s stomach stretches out into his lap as the goat sinks in.

M.onty gets back to his feet, calling and smacking his gut. It wobbles and sloshes, stretched tight over A.sgore’s form. It makes it easy to see the shape of the goat curled up inside, panic on his face as his paws scramble over the stomach walls and he tries to thrash. The shifting bulges only entertain M.onty more, though, as he starts to pose and show off to the unseen audience.

A.sgore’s muffled screaming and desperate pleas were plenty entertaining to M.onty, but he knew this couldn’t drag on for too long. So he finally widens his stance and tenses his body. Then he gives his entire body a good flex.

For a moment, all it seems to do is make A.sgore stop moving. The walls close in around him more, compacting him into a tightly curled up ball. But his screaming is getting more frantic now. The walls are still trying to close in, and his body is the only resistance to it. The pressure won’t let up though and he can feel the strain it’s making. A few more seconds and—

CRRRRNCH! “HHHWWWWWWWHHHRRRRRRPPPPPPP!!!” M.onty belts out a roaring belch as A.sgore’s body folds in on itself. The goat’s screaming is cut off by the wet, sharp crunching noises of his body being compacted under the strain of the pressure. The gator’s stomach quickly rounds out and shrinks down, reducing the goat into nothing but rich slurry in a matter of seconds. His belch lasted long than A.sgore did.

By the time it’s done, all that’s left is a soft pot belly that’s bubbling and boiling intensely. M.onty thumps his chest a few times and slurps over his lips with a grin. Just as he thought—that was nothing more than another meal.

M.onty casually lumbers off after that. One hand is patting his gut and the other is picking white fluff out of his teeth. There’ll probably still be some stuck in there by the time his next meal is staring down his jagged maw. Just a good example of what happens when his faces with a snack, really.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Hey, is there any chance that we could get like, a human p.red with A.sgore or A.sriel p.rey with d.isposal?

Yeah, I can definitely do something like that! I can't get enough of those two, if that wasn't obvious.

A.sgore kneels down before the human, head down and eyes closed. He’s on his last legs now and he knows that there’s nothing else to do. The man before him has won. But maybe that’s for the best. This can be his repentance.

“Please, take me and leave the underground,” the king says. “I’ll give you my soul...as my apology for all that I’ve done.” That’s all he can do anymore. The human doesn’t say anything, but A.sgore stays like that regardless. His ears twitch slightly as he hears the man approaching. He feels a gentle hand on his shoulder. Is...the human showing him mercy? “Human--” He looks up...and finds himself staring into the back of the human’s jaws.

A.sgore’s muzzle is engulfed, a muffled sound escaping him. He locks eyes with the human and sees hunger. A hand pushes down on the back of his head, and everything goes dark as the human gulps and drags his head down. He’s too weak to resist at all, and even with his bulky armor on, the human continues to swallow and start dragging in his bulky shoulder and chest.

Each swallow drags A.sgore down deeper and deeper, slowly pulling his hulking form down the hatch. His legs kick around a bit as they’re lifted off the ground, but the human’s hands grip onto them to help shovel A.sgore deeper. He’s already in up to his waist, then a gulp drags his ass down, and the human begins to slurp his legs up.

And all the while, the human’s stomach is bulging out more and more. It’s stretching tightly over A.sgore’s form, shoving off the bulges of his horns and the curvature of his royal armor. Muffled yells come from the human’s gut, the shape of A.sgore’s muzzle moving around as he tries to yell. But he’s just sinking in more, his legs being dragged down...until his twitching feet are finally slurped past the human’s lips and sent down the hatch.

A.sgore is panting as he’s crammed into the man’s gut. He’s forced into a tight and uncomfortable ball, upside down. The heat is immense as the human’s stomach gurgles and groans around him. After their battle, he’s already feeling incredibly weak. So the human’s stomach has no issue with him at all. A wet, rumbling gurgle rings in A.sgore’s ears as his body simply falls apart on him.

“BWWWWWWWOOOOOUUUUURRRRRPPPPPP!!!!” The human lets out a wet, crass belch as his gut suddenly loses size and shape. It was nearly instantaneous, his gut having rumbled before rounding out. A.sgore’s cape comes back up, landing on the ground with a splat and dripping in slime. The king is already pumping along fast, flushing through the human’s systems and making him groan slightly.

The human drops his pants and squats slightly over the large throne in the middle of the room. A loud rumble comes from his stomach and he pushes, immediately having the king come slopping out the back end in a heap. The most solid thing of the mess is A.sgore’s armor, which lands with thuds and clangs as it piles up on the throne. It’s all mostly buried in soft shit, though, thanks to how quickly he went through the human’s digestive system.

Tufts of fur and bones come out occasionally as well, giving a lot less trouble than the armor was. The human groans and grumbles as he steadily pumps the king out and onto his throne. The chest plate got a real whine from him. It makes the goat’s skull feel like nothing, even when the horns stretch him out awkwardly. It’s one of the last things to come out, landing on the pile with its jaw bone open, A.sgore’s crown sitting inside.

The human sighs deeply once he feels emptied out. He doesn’t bother looking back at the mess or the ruined throne. He picks the cape up off the ground to wipe himself clean with and throws it over the pile as he walks past. At least he can leave now. “Can’t believe he was the best tasting thing down here...” the human grumbles to himself as he leaves.

---

“But Dad!” A.sriel whines, sounding more like a little kid than a college student. A.sgore puts his paw up, though, and shakes his head.

“No buts, Azzy. This is what the customer requested and that’s what we’re going to do.” Even if he was a little nervous of it himself, A.sgore wasn’t going to back down now that it’s been decided. The customer is always right, after all!

The human standing before the goats smiles. He’s clearly a gardener, dressed up in dirty clothes well used. “Thanks so much for this,” he says, clasping his gloved hands together. “Nothing works nearly as well for my garden. This’ll last me for a while.”

“Of course!” A.sgore smiles warmly and nods. He had to respect a fellow garden and their personal tricks. He plants a hand on the small of A.sriel’s back and gently pushes the smaller goat forward. “Why don’t you start with A.sriel? Since he’s nervous.”

“I’m not nervous,” A.sriel grumbles. “I’m supposed to be going back to class in a week! Do I have to do this?”

“Azzy.” A.sgore gives his son a stern look, making the younger goat sigh and lower his head with a grumble. He then looks back at the human and smiles. “Sorry about him.”

“It’s alright,” the human says with a chuckle. “I’ll get him settled in quick. At least he won’t have to worry about grades anymore.” The human grabs A.sriel and pulls him in closer. They’re about the same height, so A.sriel gets to look straight forward as the drooling jaws yawn open wide in front of him. He opens his own mouth to say something, but his head is engulfed and wet gulps begin to drag him down.

A.sriel disappears fast, his slim body being slurped down with little issue. The human’s stomach bulges out with a slosh, stretching around the form of the college student. He kicked and wiggled just a bit but ends up curled up tight. The human lets out a soft belch and licks his lips. “Tasty kid you had there. Mind if I see if his dad lives up to that?”

A.sgore blinks and perks up. “Oh? You want me already? Can you handle--”

“Yep!” The human pulls A.sgore in close now. “You monsters go down smooth no matter the size. That’s what makes you such good manure!” His maw opens wide again and he crams A.sgore’s head in next. The long horns make it a bit awkward to fit, but once it does, wet gulps begin to drag A.sgore down as well. He’s bigger and bulkier than his son, but other than taking slightly longer, he goes down just as smoothly.

With a wet slurp, A.sgore’s kicking paws disappear past the human’s lips. His gut is massive now, nearly resting on the ground as the dad is crammed in alongside his son. The human belches deeply, rubbing over the top of his gut. It’s stretched tight over the two and they’re shifting around in the cramped space. He can see paws and legs and muzzles and horns bulging out all over. “Aaaah...perfect! Now for the hard part...” The human smacks his gut gently as thick gurgling sounds begin to rumble out of his gut.

Over a few hours, the human’s stomach gets louder and more active. The two goats thrash a bit more from it, but other than some white-furred belches, it doesn’t do much. His gut steadily shrinks down over time, bulges sinking inward and smoothing out. He can feel the two monsters breaking down more and more, and pressing into his gut every so often lets him feel how soft they are. A.sriel goes quiet about halfway through, smooshed under his dad. A.sgore lasts a good while longer, even when the human’s gut is too round to make out any features. But he goes out with a good belch at the end.

Then the human just has to do the final act. Using some of the fertilizer bags around, the human squats down and pushes with a grunt. Thick, soft shit starts to coil out of him quickly. Bits of white fur and leftover bones can be made out in the muck, but otherwise it’s a dark brown mass of waste. It doesn’t give the human much trouble. A.sriel is fairly smooth, filling up two bags on his own. The human doesn’t even notice his skull in the last one as its tied off.

A.sgore is a bit more...everything. Nearly double the amount of waste, and a lot thicker on its way out. It takes more effort for the human to pass him. The skull is the part that he grunts with the most as those horns give him a bit of trouble. But it comes out as well and gets mostly buried under a few more logs, just the tips of the horns poking out as the bag is tied off.

The six bags are packed up in the human’s car outside and he makes sure to flip the sign on the shop to ‘Closed’. No one’s going to be running this shop anymore, after all. The goats are relocating to a much more private garden from now on.

---

A.sriel hiccups, his mind a buzz now that he’s several drinks deep. He’s finally old enough to go drinking, and some of his friends from college took him out to a local bar to celebrate. He’s since lost track of them but he’s not too bothered. The goat has cozied up with an apparent regular, a large, older human. He’s the one who’s been helpfully supplying drinks to the goat this evening.

When the offer to ‘go have some fun’ is made, along with a good squeeze on A.sriel’s ass, he’s more than eager to play along. He wobbles along after the human, disappearing into the bar’s bathroom. The older man drops his pants and sits on a toilet. With some guidance, A.sriel straddles the man’s hips with a drunken giggle. He puts his arms around the human’s shoulders and leans in for a kiss.

What he’s greeted with is an open, drooling maw. A.sriel doesn’t register this very well as he ends up planting his nose into the human’s maw with a surprise bleat. A hand shoves on the back of his head, wedging him in deeper, forcing his face into the man’s gullet. A.sriel wriggles around a bit in confusion, trying to figure out why things are getting slimier and darker, all while heavy gulps echo in his ears.

The human tips his head back as he gets to the goat’s perky ass. He swallows it up with a wet gulp and then slurps down his kicking legs. He never can get enough of college boys, and the ones like this goat are always his favorite. Easy prey. His gut bulges out a bit in his lap as he feels A.sriel sink inside and he lets out a crass belch, a bit of white fur fluttering on his breath.

The human’s gut groans wetly as A.sriel settles inside. The poor goat is so wasted, he barely knows what’s happening. He tries to move around but the walls keep squeezing and clenching him back into place. The steady gurgling is somewhat relaxing, though. He starts to go still, not even stirring as the muffled sound of the bar comes back through the stomach walls.

The human burps into his fist as he returns to his seat to get another drink. He feels like washing the cute goat down with something good. His guts are already starting to gurgle heavily, working on the meat inside. After a couple of hours, it’s already gotten a lot softer. The human ends up just missing some other college guys trying to find their friend as he returns to the bathroom.

Planting himself on the toilet he’d eaten the goat in, the human grunts and pushes. There’s a trumpeting fart that sounds out in the bowl before thick, soft shit starts sliding out. A.sriel melted down easily in the man’s take, completely overtaken by the older and stronger human. Other than some bones and tufts of soiled white fur, there’s little of him left.

A.sriel at least fills the bowl up full, his skull buried in the top as the human lifts his ass again. The man doesn’t even look back at the mess, whistling to himself as he flushes. The mass of goat-turned-shit slowly chugs down the drain and out of sight, A.sriel gone for good after only one visit to the bar.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Yo dude, love your stuff. Do ya think we might be able to see some mass vore and disposal stuff with Asgore or Asriel possibly?

Oh definitely, I love writing for them!

A.sgore hiccups and groans softly, rubbing over his gut. He’s got it resting inside of a wheelbarrow in a vain attempt of keeping it settled down. It’s not going great.

His fuzzy white belly keeps sloshing and bulging around. The goat has really gone and done it now. He doesn’t have the belly he did in his youth, and that’s really starting to show. He’s absolutely stuffed himself on…ten? Eleven? Some number of humans. He just couldn’t help himself…they were so tasty looking…

A.sgore’s self control around humans was his downfall. Once he had one, he had to have more. And they just kept coming, lured in by the friendly smile of the big, fluffy goat. His big belly kept just out of sight, so it doesn’t let them see what’s going on until he was lifting them up into his drooling jaws.

A.sgore belches sickly into his paw and groans again, trying to soothe his belly by rubbing into it with the other. All those humans didn’t seem to appreciate becoming monster goat food. The first few stopped moving a while ago, though, but these others ones…urgh…

A.sgore ends up using the wheelbarrow to waddle himself along. He steps away from his garden, the very thing that lured his tasty snacks to him. Once he’s at the shed, he hears it out and waddles inside. The goat flops down, collapsing against large burlap sacks. His massive gut sloshes thickly and settles in his lap. A deep, wet belch rumbles out of him…and A.sgore passes out.

Early morning sun leaks in through the small window in the shed, stirring A.sgore from his hard sleep. His gut is groaning and rumbling deeply, much smaller now. It took all night but it seems like his body did handle all those humans in the end. He gets himself up, sleepily dropping his pants and puts his thick, fuzzy cheeks on the edge of the wheelbarrow outside.

With some grunts and lazy pushes, thick shit slithers out from between his cheeks. The stinking mass heaps up on the wheelbarrow, piling up higher as it does. Bones are baked into it, easily identifiable as human. A.sgore will finish up and move the now heavy wheelbarrow out of sight. He waddles off to get the shovel he left in the garden to clean up.

He sees a human as he does. He stops and his belly growls out deeply. The goat slurps over his lips and walks over. He never does learn his lesson.

---

A low groan escapes A.sriel as he starts to blink awake again. His head is buzzing slightly and he feels like a truck hit him. He rubs over his face slowly and tries to move. He tries to move and finds it…difficult. There’s a heavy weight in his middle holding him down.

“…Aw man…” A.sriel grumbles as he sees himself. His white, fluffy gut is stretched out tight. The room around him is an absolute mess. He’s trying to piece together what happened last night. He can see cans of beer sitting around, and he’s in a living room. He crashed on the couch and the TV in front of him has some video game on.

A.sriel's gut gurgles deeply and a belch escapes him. Something solid comes up and hits his gut, bouncing off and flying away. He gets to see it for a second—it’s a game controller, slightly ruined from belly acids.

A.sriel sighs deeply and slowly starts to rub over his gut, feeling it gurgle deeply. Right…video game competition with some of the frat bros he’s been getting along with. A bit too much beer, a bit too much dumb college student stuff, and A.sriel managed to win. His prize is half solid slop on his gut sluicing through him still. He can’t recall how many people he ate or even who they were, but his belly seems too big and full for just three. Must have been other guys around…

With another raunchy belch, Astiel wiggles a bit until he can get his hands on a stray controller. His hangover is annoying and not helped much by the video game, but he’s not going anywhere right now. Even half digested, all that meat is pinning him down well. So he gets to play the game alone while his gut continues to handle last night’s winnings.

A few hours later, A.sriel’s head is clear again and his gut much smaller. He’s leaning forward on the couch, totally focused on the game. A couple of the frat bros have come by, so he at least knows he didn’t mulch all of them! But while he’s playing more casually with some, his belly reminds him of the rest.

A bassy fart makes him blush like crazy and grosses the guys out. He’s quick to put the game on pause and get to his feet. He runs off, making it just outside where he can drop his pants and unload.

About six frat guys squeeze out of A.sriel’s plumper ass. The goat groans and strains as he forces the massive logs out of him. He definitely ate some bigger ones. Now he’s paying the price for it. It takes him nearly fifteen minutes to shit out the last of his frat brothers and he’s panting by the end. He doesn’t pay them much mind other than putting a hand over his nose as he heads back inside.

There’ll be fresh cans of beer around the others as they continue to play. A few too many can might recreate last night’s incident…

---

A.sriel watches with wide eyes as a pair of kicking legs sinks into his father’s chest with a final flex. That was…pretty intense. His dad had just gotten home to find A.sriel had thrown a party, and naturally, put an end to it himself.

The big goat lets out a content sigh as he reaches up to massage his pecs. His best is bulging out heavily, resting on top of his gut with is even wider. Both of his arms have the shapes of people moving inside as well. The older goat had utterly stuffed himself on all of A.sriel’s college friends. He didn’t want to get too indecent in front of his son, though, so they mostly went into his maw, pecs, and pits. “Golly…haven’t eaten this much college meat since I was in college myself!”

“D-Dad, that was like…twenty people,” A.sriel says, dumbfounded. He’s eaten a few guys himself since going to college but never that many all at once!

A.sgore blushes a bit, bashful embarrassment from his son marveling over his predatory prowess on the older man’s face. “Oh, I’ve done far more than twenty in my time! Why, I remember once when…” A.sgore trails off and shakes his head. “No, wait, I’m trying to be bad cop parent right now! You’re still in trouble, young man!”

A.sriel sighs and his shoulders slump a bit. “Aw, Dad, c’mon. You’re already killing most of my frat. Isn’t that punishment enough?” He pouts like an annoyed young adult would, despite the seriousness of what he said. The muffled shouts from A.sgore’s stuffed body, as well as the wet bubbling of his tank and the cracks coming from his muscles barely make A.sriel flinch.

“Hm…well, I guess that’s true.” A.sgore pats his gut a few times and lets out a wet belch. All that college meat’s put him in a good mood again, too. So he smiles and puts an arm around A.sriel, which comes with a wet crunching sound and a slight increase of the goat’s muscle. “How about we settle down for a movie then, huh? Let me process your friends.”

A.sriel lets out a huff and glances at his father’s working gut and flexing chest. It’s totally lame that all of his friends are going to be nothing but muscle mass and gut fat in his dad…but he did think it was pretty cool how quickly and easily the old man took down so many college kids. Not that he’d admit it out loud. “Fine,” A.sriel grumbles.

The rest of the night goes well for the two goats. A.sgore Boyd steadily and easily processed all of that meat, giving him more defined muscles and a much heavier, softer gut. He barely notices it other than the occasional tug on his gardening tank top when he feels it getting snug on his frame. A.sriel can’t help but notice every time another inch adds to his dad, though. He’s incredibly jealous, seeing as how he’s still a bit of a bean pile with a beer gut.

A.sriel ends up fast asleep eventually, though. A.sgore likely would be the same if not for the demanding pressure down below. He grumbles to himself as he gets up, careful not to wake his son. Then he slips off to the main shop of his home.

Getting a couple of bags out, A.sgore squats down and grunts. A few pushes and he’s unloading a few hundred pounds of fresh manure out. The bones will make for added nutrients to whatever plants get them. And college meat is great for soil! A.sgore will be charging well for these. Five bags get stacked up by the time he’s done, and with a satisfied smile, A.sgore heads back to the living area of his home.

He’s hoping A.sriel has more friends he can bring over some time. His gut is already gurgling for more college meat. He forgot how tasty it was…and how good it made him look!

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

ooh, how about some prompts for an extremely flustered Asriel getting relentlessly teased by preds who found out he's into vore? (Asgore, Rudy, and Sans would be nice, but whoever honestly)

Oh I'd looove to do this.

“C’mon, A.zzy, there’s no shame in snuggling with your old man, is there?” A.sgore asks with a big smile. He’s got a large arm around A.sriel, and the smaller goat is blushing hotly as he’s being squeezed against his father’s gut. The organ lets out a deep, wet groaning noise and sloshes around weakly as someone moves inside.

“Did you…have to eat my boyfriend, though?” A.sriel asks, unable to keep his eyes off his father’s gut. He’d brought his boyfriend over specifically to meet his dad. He thought things were going well but…A.sgore had just casually opened wide and scarfed A.sriel’s boyfriend down right before snuggling.

A wet burp escapes the older goat and he pats his gut a few times. “I’m just snuggling him, too! Makes sure there’s plenty of room on the couch.” A.sgore chuckles softly and slurps over his lips.

“I guess, but…” A.sriel trails off for a second as he feels A.sgore’s guts gurgle deeply against him. He can hear some muffled yelling inside, and he knows that his boyfriend isn’t having a good time. “…I think you’re digesting him, Dad.”

“Aw, I’m sure it’s not that bad,” A.sgore reassures with a smile. “Your boyfriend can handle being in the belly of an old man like me for a little while, can’t he?” ‘Old man’ is what A.sriel’s boyfriend had called A.sgore before he…

Another deep rumble comes from A.sgore’s gut, which A.sriel is starting to gently rub. “I…guess so, yeah.” He knows that his boyfriend probably isn’t coming out any time soon. Or at all. But this is…kind of nice.

“Besides, you enjoy this kind of stuff, right?” A.sgore goes on. “I saw you looking at this kinda stuff on your phone the last time you visited. So it’s working out for everyone, right?”

A.sriel’s face turns even redder. His dad saw that?! He buried his face in A.sgore’s stomach with an embarrassed whine, but his hand is still rubbing over the goat’s gut. “Dad, that’s sooo embarrassing..!”

A.sgore chuckles softly, but it’s interrupted by another wet belch as his guts gurgle thickly. A.sriel’s boyfriend is starting to move a lot less, the gut getting softer. “Golly, sorry, A.sriel. I thought you’d like this!”

“…I didn’t say I don’t…” A.sriel mumbles a bit into his dad’s stomach. He can feel the moment his boyfriend stops moving and A.sgore’s stomach starts to really work on him. “…I’ll make sure I have another boyfriend next time I visit. If you want.”

A.sgore blinks, then smiles softly. He gently rubs over A.sriel’s back as he feels his son snuggle into his gut. “That sounds like fun, A.zzy.” He sits back and lets out a final, deep belch, followed by a content sigh.

---

“R-R.udy?” A.sriel’s face turns red as he walks into his room at his dad’s house, just to find the reindeer relaxing on his bed. But more than that, he’s also sporting a very...large stomach. It’s gurgling and rumbling heavily, stomach shifting around inside.

“There ya are, kiddo!” R.udy flashes his usual big, toothy grin. He had his arms folded behind his head at first, but now he gives his stomach a few pats. “I was worried you wouldn’t get back in time! This old thing still works like a charm.” R.udy’s stomach lets out a deep, wet groan, whoever was inside shuddering and making the gut shift.

“What are you...doing in my room?” A.sriel starts moving closer, eyes on the reindeer’s stretched gut. He finds himself sitting on the bed, and without really thinking, he puts a hand against the gut. He can feel it burble deeply, and whatever was inside pushes back weakly. There’s a bit of give to the mass. A.sriel can tell that whoever this is has been digesting well.

“Fluffybuns only has the one guest room,” R.udy comments, slurping over his lips. “Just so happened I heard you were visiting while I was over! You don’t mind sharing the room, do ya? I bet I can make the three of us fit juuust fine.” R.udy pushes his hands down into his stomach, working out a thick, wet belch.

“I uh...I mean...I guess...that’s fine...” A.sriel gulps softly, starting to rub a bit deeper into R.udy’s stomach. He can feel how hard it’s working, melting down whoever it was the reindeer ate. The prey is starting to move less and get softer.

“I knew you wouldn’t mind,” R.udy says with a snicker. “Your old man mentioned this was a good way to get you to come around. And I gotta agree!”

A.sriel lets out a little huff, feeling embarrassed. “Ugh, Dad, does he really have to go around telling everyone..?”

“Don’t worry, kiddo. I don’t think he’s going to be telling anyone anything for a while.” R.udy grins when A.sriel looks up at him in confusion. The mass in his stomach goes still with a final shudder. R.udy leans forward, squishing his gut against A.sriel, and lets loose a deep, thick belch in the goat’s face.

A.sriel doesn’t pull away, his entire face going red as he stares into the reindeer’s maw and gets a good whiff of gut stink. But something comes up as R.udy’s guts soften and churn. Soft tufts of white fur, a bit of it getting stuck to A.sriel’s nose. The goat blinks and crosses his eyes to look at it. “...huh? Isn’t that..?”

R.udy chuckles and slowly slurps over his lips. He leans forward more, until his large gut is bowling over A.sriel and forcing the goat down under him. He sighs contently and relaxes on top of his groaning, gurgling stomach. “I think...the two of us are going to get along just fine, kid. And you can thank Fluffybuns for that one~”

---

A soft, embarrassed whine escapes A.sriel as the glowing blue stomach presses up against him. He was just trying to get a bit of shopping down at the new grocery store in town, and the skeleton, S.ans, had offered to help him ‘look around’. This is the fifth time he’s felt that gut press against him while S.ans tried to ‘show him’ where something is on a shelf.

Even worse, someone’s moving around in there. S.ans had eaten someone who had gotten annoyed over the skeleton abandoning their checkout halfway through to help A.sriel. They’re still kicking around in there, the blue gut hanging down to S.ans’s ankles. S.ans is shorter than A.sriel, but right now, he’s got weight to use. And he keeps using it.

A.sriel lets out a soft sigh when S.ans finally backs off on him, the skeleton’s gut sloshing and bouncing a bit as the person inside is given their space back. The random, unfortunate customers are still moving around in there but it’s slowed. Being squished over and over has been wearing them down.

“Well, I think that’s the end of the tour,” S.ans says. “But I still got something in store for you, kiddo.”

A.sriel can’t stop himself from snorting into his hand. He doesn’t want to laugh over such a bad joke, but they always get him. He clears his throat and tries to recover. “Uh...wh-what do you mean?”

“Still got the back.” S.ans turns and waddles off, his gut sloshing with every step. He heads behind the counter again and A.sriel follows along, watching the stomach the whole time. Once he’s behind the counter, S.ans makes him sit on the floor, back up against the counter. The goat is confused at first, but then he gets what S.ans wants.

S.ans’s stomach squishes against A.sriel, resting in his lap now and pressed against his body. His nose pokes into the soft blue gut a bit. Like this, he’s completely pinned down, forced to stay in place while the gut works. S.ans leans on the counter, resting his head in his hand. A wet belch rumbles out of him, followed by a content sigh. “I needed a cushion for the tank. I heard goat fur is the softest. What do you think?”

A.sriel lets out a soft bleat as S.ans grinds his stomach into him a bit. The whole thing gurgles and groans deeply. The customer inside is mostly still now, other than some occasional twitching. The organ keeps letting out harsh, wet noises as it works. With nothing else to do, A.sriel presses his muzzle a bit further into the gut. “Uh...y-yeah, something like that.”

“Good to know,” S.ans says. “I’ll just pretend I don’t feel anything hard down there, then.” Another bleat from A.sriel gets him chuckling softly. “Dunno how long you plan on staying in town, kiddo. But if you’re looking for something to do, I can hire you. Part-time gut cushion. How’s that sound?”

The stomach rumbles thickly against A.sriel. He can feel the person inside go fully still. He has just enough movement for his arms to rub his paws into the softening mass a bit. “...sounds...great.”

“Heh. Then you’re hired.” S.ans belches wetly again as he feels A.sriel bury his face into his stomach. “Have fun down there, kiddo.”

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Asr-iel c-ving As-gore for a viral v-oreday trend? I think As-gore being only so hip with it recognizes what day it is and is happy to hunt or wrestle his son, but as he's sliding down theres a before selfie, and the after will be posed with the post digestion skull trophy to social media

Oh, that’s great! Ignore that this is late, pretend I did it on time.

It's late at night while A.sriel scrolls through his own social media profile. He's made several new posts today, and they've been getting a lot of attention. It's making him blush a bit thinking about it, but it feels good. It's not like he'll ever be forgetting today.

The first post was late morning, showing him and A.sgore together for a selfie. He's not sure how, but his dad had heard about 'Vore Day', this silly Internet thing that was going on. And as usual, when he hears about something like this, he wants to participate with A.sriel to seem 'cool' and 'in touch'. It's always so hard to convince his dad otherwise.

The next post is around noon. Another before selfie, with A.sriel in his dad's bed and naked. His drooling cock is engulfing A.sgore's feet. The younger goat can still remember how it felt when he got his dad in his cock. It was...so goddamn awkward, but it felt amazing.

The next post makes A.sriel get flustered all over again. It's the last before selfie. He's holding onto one of A.sgore's horns, his cock large and thick with his dad's upperbody bulging it out. His balls are looking the same, thick legs stretching them out into his lap. A.sriel had barely been able to get that photo in, his pleasure insane and his grip on his dad losing to his gulping member.

The next several posts are consecutive over a few hours, all of the same thing: A.sriel's nuts, large and bulging out. The first one is clearly defined, able to make out nearly every detail of his father. Even down to that goofy smile he always had. And then each post after is progress. His nuts getting smaller, rounder, losing their definition.

The next post is a blurry one. A.sriel had tried his best to get a photo of the release, but he dropped his phone. But he can still remember it in his head. His cock was firing off like a gyser, thick ropes splattering everywhere. Coating the bed, the floor, the walls...and A.sgore's bones were scattered around and stuck to almost everything.

The last post, just a few hours ago. Another selfie of A.sriel, face red and exhausted. He's holding up a goat skull in one hand by the right horn, since the left was broken. It's still slick in goat cum. And of course, the tag: #VoreDayDadDinner.

Dumb trend, honestly. A.sriel isn't even sure what started it, but this year, the popular thing to do was for sons to be devouring their fathers. A.sgore had been supportive of the idea, as he always is, and now he's dead. Over an Internet trend.

A.sriel sighs and lowers his phone. He's still in his dad's bed, his cum half dried to every surface. His legs were still a bit numb. He'll have to get up tomorrow. He looks down at his dad's skull, resting like a cup over his junk. His cock and balls had gotten a lot fatter off a meal like this, but the goat skull just barely encased them.

A.sriel can feel his cock twitch, brushing against the top of the skull. He smiles sleepily and reaches over to pat the top of the skull. "...happy vore day, Dad. Love you." He sets his phone aside and lays back with a sigh. Dumb trend...but worth it.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

What if maybe As.gore ended up being used as fertilizer for his own garden?

Oh, I like this a lot. Fun idea for a little mystery pred.

A.sgore hums a tune as he waters his flowers. It's a good, constant part of his day. It's his one chance to just...relax, clear his mind, and enjoy the sparse bits of nature the U.nderground is allowed. His ear twitches when he hears the door open behind him and someone walks in.

"Oh, is someone there? I'll be right with you! I'm almost done here." A.sgore doesn't even look over his shoulder as he addresses whoever came in. He's almost done watering his flowers, squatting down as he does. He can hear soft footsteps coming closer. He doesn't think anything of it. What does finally get his attention is someone seizing him by the horns.

"Bwah?!" A bleat escapes A.sgore as he's pulled backward. The watering can drops from his hands as they shoot up to try and push the assailant away. His vision goes dark, and everything around his head is slimy and wet. It's when a thick gulp echoes around him and the person's maw stretches over his chest that he realizes what's happening. Someone is eating him.

Another thick gulp slurps down over A.sgore's stomach. Even though he's wearing his armor, it seems his predator has no problem devouring him. His legs kick around in the air and he cries out for release. All he gets is the feeling of his body being hoisted upwards as the predator tips his head back. A wet gulp and slurp follows, and A.sgore's legs are slurped up, packing him down into the gurgling stomach that had been waiting for him.

The space is dark, slick, and smelly. A.sgore finds himself curled up tight, the stomach walls around him pulsating and flexing against him, an eager gurgle echoing around him. He's upside down and tries to kick around to get upright, but it just works a wet belch out of the pred. A hand pats over his face and he snorts, shaking his head around.

"What is the meaning of this?!" A.sgore calls out. "I am the king--you cannot treat me this way!" Was it really one of his subjects? A member of the guard? Maybe a fellow boss monster? Or...is this another human who managed to make their way to him? A.sgore can't tell from where he is, and the predator who devoured him isn't saying a word.

The gut sloshes around him, making him bleat as the predator walks. They don't go far before sitting down. Are they sitting in his throne? While they digest him? The insult and the surprise of it all is making A.sgore angry, but no amount of yelling or kicking seems to do anything to help him. It makes the occasional belch rumble out and he feels hands rubbing over his form. He's at least able to get right side up again. But otherwise...he's stuck. And as time ticks on, the belly is working over him like any other piece of food.

A.sgore's energy steadily wanes and he finds it hard to struggle after a while. Even his voice is more of a pathetic croak than the demanding yells he was managing. The sounds around him are growing louder, harsher, and the walls seem to be closing in on him. It doesn't help that he's starting to lose sensation in parts of his body.

"P...Please...I can give you whatever you like!" A.sgore tries to plea. He's not even sure if his voice can be heard over the thick churning over the active gut. But the numb feeling is spreading through his body steadily and he knows he doesn't have long. The magic that makes his form is falling apart and if he doesn't get out, he won't be recovering. "You don't have to do this...whatever it is...I'm sure we can work out another solution!"

A hand shoves down on A.sgore's head, plunging it downward in the thick stew boiling around him. There's a muffled voice he can't make out, followed by a belch, and A.sgore realizes he's just food. Just in time for the churning gut to overtake him. He manages a few more weak twitches before everything goes black and he's gone for good.

The rest of his body breaks down from there, steadily reduced to a thick, bubbling slop. And it starts to sink deeper, pumping through his predator's bowels. Plenty of him goes to fatten them up, but plenty more is becoming more solid and settling down much deeper in the stranger's guts. It's a lot of goat to break down, and it takes while, but eventually...

A.sgore is returning to the outside world. Thick, brown waste slowly coils up in his garden. White fur speckles the dark mass, with thick bones baked into each log. Occasionally, his armor squeezes out as well, dulled down by their trip through the predator's guts and packed tight with shit. It leaves a mountain of manure behind, smothering some of the flowers the goat used to so dutifully take care of. But at least the rest would have fresh nutrients to enjoy.

The predator lets out a grunt, then a sigh as something solid passes through. A.sgore's skull sits at the top of the pile, lower jaw missing. It's half buried in the muck, shit coming out of the sockets. His horns stick out proudly, one snapped in half. The predator walks off after that, whistling the same tune A.sgore had been. By the time anyone checks in on their king, all they'll find is a fresh pile of manure for his garden. No one would ever truly know who made it, though. Only what it was made out of.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Prompts involving Asriel getting swallowed and churned?

Definitely, something I can work with! I have also, unfortunately, learned that Tumblr will not let me put prompts into bullet lists anymore. It considers the entire thing to be one block of text that hits its character cap, which is just going to happen with three prompts. Really annoying, but oh well.

"It's so sweet of you to visit!" R.udy says with a big grin. "Your old man mentioned you were in town last time he was around." The reindeer's gut lets out a low gurgle and he pulls the blanket over it a bit when A.sriel glances at it. Yelling about how his son was in town and would be looking for him were some of A.sgore's last words before the reinbeer's gut snuffed him out, and R.udy had been hoping the goat was right. He's thankful it took over a day--most of A.sgore has digested by now, and R.udy is starting to get peckish for more goat meat. A.sriel has certainly started to fill out like his old man, too, thanks to that college life of his. The younger goat smiles politely, simply asking if R.udy had seen his dad around. "Sure I have, kiddo. But...you gotta come a bit closer to I can tell you. It's a secret and I don't want the old diddy's taking care of me to hear." R.udy keeps up that casual grin, hoping he's not drooling too much. A.sriel seems a bit reluctant, but he does lean in, turning his head slightly for R.udy to whisper in his ear. The reindeer pulls him down and belches right in A.sriel's ear. "Aaah...was saving his last breath just for you! Doubt there's much of your old man left, but you can check for me!" R.udy's jaws open wide, a surprised bleat escaping A.sriel just before his head is engulfed. R.udy starts gulping and slurping wetly, dragging A.sriel down the hatch. He goes down even faster than A.sgore did--not because he wasn't struggling as hard, but just because he was much smaller. All it takes is a few wet gulps, and a thick slurp on his kicking legs, and A.zzy is bulging out R.udy's gut under the blanket. R.udy settles back in bed, arms folded behind his head, and lets loose a thick belch into the air. He snickers softly as he watches his gut slosh back and forth, A.sriel's muffled voice bleating out through it as he fights for his life. "I really am glad you visited, A.zzy! I was starting to get hungry after pumping A.sgore away, and I was just craving an extra helping of goat! Be a good kid for me now and melt nicely, alright? Nurses almost caught me churning your old man before, don't need to have to pretend I'm pregnant for them." The reindeer snickers to himself despite the panicked screaming coming from his gut. Thankfully, it's rather late, and no one comes by to bother R.udy despite the screaming lump in his gut. So as the minutes turn to hours, A.sriel's wild thrashing begins to slow down and his voice starts to become indistinguishable from the thick gurgling of R.udy's gut. With a final, wet belch carrying some white fur on his breath, A.sriel goes completely slack in R.udy's gut. The reindeer gives it a few pats and snickers. "Aaaah...like father, like son, huh? I'm feeling a lot better thanks to you two, though. Maybe I'll be able to check out tomorrow. Just hope no one asks about the bowl of jelly jiggling off of me." He snickers again, shaking his gut and making it slosh the A.sriel soup around. For now, R.udy will sleep the rest of the kid off, and come morning, he'll be looking nice and plump off of all that goat meat. At least he'll look healthy.

A.sriel didn't like the way his professor was staring him down. He knew that he had been slacking in his classes lately, too distracted with his frat and all the fun he's been having there. But it's not...that serious, is it? He can feel his other classmates watching him from behind--it was just after midterms, and the professor was bringing every student up to tell them their grades. At least three of them were too far behind to be salvageable. A.sriel's eyes drift down to the professor's round gut, straining the buttons of his shirt--they've all stopped moving. The last one was only in there for a couple minutes, wasn't he..? When the professor clears his throat, A.sriel looks up quickly to meet his eyes. "D.reemur, I'm afraid that you failed your midterm," the older man says, "and that you won't be able to pass the class, even if you performed perfectly for the rest of our assignments. So you'll have to drop." A.sriel opens his mouth to respond, but nothing comes out. His heart has sunk into his stomach and he's completely frozen. The only thing he can think is that his dad is going to be really disappointed as the professor drags the goat over his desk and into his wide-open maw. A.sriel doesn't even resist as he's shoveled down, three wet gulps all it takes it turn him from a prospective college student into a meal in his professor's mighty gut. Once he lands in the sack, the panic starts to set in, and he begins to beg and plea--for mercy, for extra credit, for a second chance, anything to save him from this fate. He can hear the muffled voice of the professor call down the next student, not even listening to him. The stomach is growing deafening loud around A.sriel and he lets out a shrill scream. On the outside, the professor's gut rumbles loudly and suddenly balloons in size. A couple buttons pop off his shirt and he belches thickly, hitting the next student in the face. Some white fur and a plastic student ID fly out of his jaws. The ID bounces off the students and hits the desk, which the professor carefully picks up and sets aside with the others. Another for the stack in his office. The professor moves on with the day without another thought towards A.sriel, other than the fact that he recognizes that last name, and hopes that he'll be seeing the student's father once he calls in the failure after class. A.sgore had been a student he recalls...and one he hopes he can actually claim unlike last time. Plenty of angry family members come by to talk about their failed sons and their fate as far, but rarely does the professor get to see an old face. He doesn't want to let this one get away again...even if he had to grade poor A.sriel extra harshly to ensure he didn't survive this class.

A.sriel lets out a whine as the first thick gulp rings out, sucking him in up to his knees down his dad's gullet. Around him, his fellow frat guys were cheering them on, chanting 'Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!'. But the thick gulping of A.sgore's gullet drowns it out, as the second gulp sucks A.sriel in up to his hips. His dad had made a surprise visit to him on campus, and seemingly always looking for a chance to embarrass him, had A.sriel take him to his frat. What the younger goat didn't expect was that A.sgore was a part of the same frat in college and, apparently, had a lot of respect within it. His frat brothers had almost instantly taken a great liking to his dad, which was embarrassing for different reasons. A.sgore had been flustered and tried not to get too involved, but it didn't take long for the goat to crack. Several beers later and some attention to his gut from a few horny and drunk college guys, and they were able to convince the old goat to show that he's still as good of a pred as he was in college. Rumors of eating the entire football team and clearing out the frat more than once wanted them all to see the goat in action. A.sgore didn't even hesitate with how tipsy he was, but A.sriel hadn't expected his own brothers to shove him forward and sacrifice him as his dad's example snack. Or for his dad to do it without a word. He'd just hoisted A.sriel up by the armpits and started lowering him down his gullet. Speaking of...he can feel A.sgore's tongue over his face. He's already up to his shoulders in the older goat's maw, his vision frame by teeth and lips. A.sriel realizes that his dad really is going to eat him. "W-Wait, Dad, don't--" There's another gulp, and everyone watches A.sriel's head sink down the tight gullet. A.sgore's gut bounces and sloshes as the young goat drops inside and begins to thrash around. Once A.sgore lets out a meaty belch for the crowd, everyone starts cheering and continuing to praise him. A few beer rain down on A.sriel, and plenty of rubs shove and squish him around. Even as his body begins to get goopier, and he can't distinguish himself from the gut sludge sloshing around in his dad's stomach, he's praying that his dad comes to his senses and coughs him up. The last thing he hears is muffled cheering over another wet belch. When A.sgore goes come to, it's the next day, and his head is fuzzy with a hangover. He can't quiet remember the night before, or why he's sleeping on a couch in a strange place. When he tries to call out fo this son, though, something solid rolls down his gut and bumps into his muzzle. It's a skull, still a little damp after being belched up from the depths of A.sgore's gut--specially, a goat skull.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

How about some more jock A.sgore doing pec vore?

Oh hell yeah! More college-era A.sgore sounds like fun.

"J-Just...get in there..!" A.sgore huffs as he pushes down on a pair of kicking legs, sending them down into his fluffy pecs. Between joining that frat and getting in on the football team, A.sgore has been eating a lot of guys lately. Even so, he still gets a bit flustered over it. But he can't worry about that right now. He has bulking to do. His first actual game is coming up and despite all his eating, he's not nearly big enough yet! He's hoping shoveling guys into his chest will give him the mass he needs for the game.

A.sgore's pecs bounce around with his feisty meal inside. The goat blushes and rubs over them with a soft groan. It felt good to eat live meals no matter what way he did it. But he's doing this for a reason, not just to enjoy himself! So he starts massaging deeper and flexing harder. He can make out some muffled screams from his meal before the cracks and snaps of his body breaking down each out from his chest. A.sgore lets out a huff as he feels his meal cave in and start pumping into his body. He can feel his chest swell under his paws and he gets a bit more mass on the rest of his body, too. But that's hardly enough...and this is the fifth guy he's churned today!

"M-Maybe I'm just overthinking it..." A.sgore mumbles as he feels up his chest a bit more. He's a pretty big guy, all things considered. He has more muscle than ever before and his belly is always hanging out in front of him by a lot. It's only been a year and he's changed since starting college. If he keeps going like this, then by graduation, he's gonna be huge!

The thought makes A.sgore blush and he shakes his head a bit. "Maybe just a bit more...I gotta really impress coach on this game." The guy who churned the entire football team into nut sludge while drunk has to be good at the game. A.sgore is pretty sure, if it came down to it, he could eat the coach before the coach gets him...b-but he really shouldn't think about eating the faculty! Even if some of them look tasty...

Shaking his head again, A.sgore throws his shirt back on and leaves the locker room he'd cornered his prey in. It's tight over his chest now and he's worried it'll rip if he's not careful. He'll just head back to his room and try to calm down. He's plenty big now, perfect for the team. But if he were just a bit bigger...

...A.sgore grunts as his chest flexes again, sucking in a pair of kicking feet. He's panting and sweating from the effort of getting so many meals wedged into his pecs. He'd caved into his own worries again and found some meals on the way back to his room. Some study group hanging out in the library...aaah, they all slipped in so easily. None of them were too big but all together they were one hell of a meal.

A.sgore's chest flexes and bounces, working hard on grinding the students down into mass. Their muffled cries can at least go unnoticed in the library, but when their bodies begin to break, the sounds of his chest mulching them down are much louder. The thought of being caught indulging like this makes A.sgore's entire face turn red...but he kind of liked the thrill as well. No one bothered him, though, as his chest steadily reduced the study group down into extra mass for him. His chest hangs out like a shelf on top of his gut now, and he swears his arms and shoulders got thicker as well. A.sgore steals a glance around before slipping out of the library.

His shirt is ripped in two, though, so plenty of people get a good look at the bulky goat as he scurries off to his room to find a new shirt. At this rate, A.sgore is going to kill off half his graduating class before he's out of here! Though that though only makes his warm face get warmer.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Can we get some more Sans pred oral vore with disposal, especially with other characters (asriel, papyrus, asgore, etc) as prey?

Yeah, I’d love to! No one else is making this kinda content, after all, and this whole blog was set up on making the content I wanna see that no one else has made.

S.ans belches lazily, flopped back on the couch, arms folded behind his head and his usual lazy grin plastered on his face. The only difference in the usual scene for the skeleton is the red scarf half hanging from his jaws and the bulging blue stomach sticking above him. He'd gotten into a little brotherly argument with P.aps, as usual, and it ended with his brother trying to sit on him 'since he's just going to be as useful as a couch cushion', according to him. S.ans had opened his mouth to laugh and...well...apparently, P.apyrus's ass fit a little too well into his jaws. So S.and had no choice but to start gulping to clear his mouth, much to his brother's chagrin. S.ans just planned to mess with him a bit, keep his bro packed away, and then cough him up or simply dispel his stomach and let him flop out. He'd do it soon, once he's had his fun. But 'soon' was quickly becoming 'after a nap' with a food coma hitting S.ans. And he was never one to resist a good nap, so he fell asleep quickly, planning to let his brother out when he woke up next. Unfortunately for both him and P.apyrus, S.ans's stomach didn't really make much of a distinction between 'food magic' and 'monster magic'. So with him falling asleep, the hungry stomach was free to have its way with the free meal it was given. P.apyrus's yelling and squirming would soon go from annoyed to worried and panicked as he felt the stomach steadily breaking him down, turning the magic that made up his body into a boiling stew in S'ans's guts. P.apyrus knew his brother was always a deep sleeper, so even as he yelled for him to wake up and pushes on the fleshy walls, he knew nothing was going to rouse the smaller skeleton from his sleep. That's why he ended up going still, curling in on himself as he was steadily broken down. All his efforts amounted to a lazy belch escaping S.ans, making him pat his stomach in his sleep as it worked. Before long, even the soft whimpering of his brother would be drowned out by thick bubbling sounds, and his stomach steadily shrinks down inch by inch as P.aps is broken down and pumped away. The whole process would keep S.ans asleep, and he wouldn't stir until much later in the day, his stomach now causing his shirt to ride up a bit as he sits up. He scratches his belly and lifts one leg so he can rip ass. He snickers, expecting to hear P.apyrus complain about how rude and gross that was...but the only sound he gets is a groaning sound in his guts. He scratches his chin in thought when he feels the scarf still hanging from his jaws. He pulls it out and his eye sockets widen. He forgot about P.aps! And that building pressure in his bowels...he winces as he rips ass again and gets up to drop his shorts. Surely his brother is still solid, right? He just went too deep, that's all! S.ans grunts as he starts pushing...and what comes out is soft logs of crap, plopping onto the floor with wet thuds as it builds up. He's still hoping the weird sounds and awful smell don't mean anything, but when he turns around, S.ans is only faced with a pile of soft shit. All the excess magic his body found too be too much had come out, and that's all that's left of P.apyrus. Even worse...now S.ans has no one to clean it up for him.

It was late at night, S.ans the last customer before G.rillby closed up the bar. He'd been cleaning some glasses when S.ans asked "Hey G.rillbz, can I get somethin' off of the secret menu? I feel like I've had everything to eat here. Thinkin' I need something new." G.rillby has no idea what S.ans is asking and simply shakes his head. Before he can get back to work, though, his entire body is sized as his soul goes blue. S.ans's eye glow bright as he forces the bartender up against the bar. He takes off the buns from the burger he'd been served earlier and puts them over one of G.rillby's hands. "This'll do. Thanks, G.rillbz." His drooling maw opens wide and G.rillby can't resist as Sans engulfs his entire hand. S.ans closes his eyes, letting out a pleased groan as he starts taking thick, wet gulps. G.rillby is dragged right over the bar. He's panicking silently, but he still can't move at all, forced to simply sit there and watch as S.ans's jaws come in closer and closer...then they're opening wide and his head is diving right inside. S.ans keeps gulping, pulling more and more of the bartender down the hatch. When he gets to G.rillby's waist, he tips his head back and slurps hard, sucking down his legs in an instant. His stomach slams into the bar as he packed the rest of his friend away, now hanging down low between his legs and smushed between the bar stool and bar counter. A pleased groan escapes S.ans as the last of his friend slides into his gut. "That really hit the spot. Best thing on the menu..." With a slurp of his lips, S.ans snaps his fingers, and he goes from sitting on the stool to laying back on the bar, his stomach up in the air. He yawns and closes his eyes, slurping over his teeth again. "Well, food coma's kickin' in. See ya in the morning, G.rillbz." S.ans closes his eyes and dozes right off. At the same time, the blue magic finally stops, and it allows G.rillby to begin kicking and struggling around with all his might in a desperate attempt to escape the churning walls surrounding him. He makes S.ans belch, a plume of smoke leaking from his jaws and a pair of spectacles flying into the air...but that's the most G.rillby can manage. A few belches is all he can force out of S.ans before the groaning stomach has weakened him too much. His magic is fast fading, turning into a thick soup in the skeleton's gut, and halfway through the night that's all he is anymore: gut slop. And it'd all pump away through the rest of the night, packing onto S.ans's frame and into his bowels. When he came to early in the morning, he could feel the need to go, and figures there's no better place than the bar. So S.ans gets up and drop his shorts. He squats down and grunts, a rumbling fart escaping him. Then warm shit followed, thick logs sliding out and along the bar counter. Nothing distinctive of G.rillby is left, other than his uniform baked into the thick log S.ans is pushing out. It slides along the bar top, knocking over a few glasses as it takes up space, and when S.ans's pinches the last of it off, he's covered most of the top. He looks back at the mess with his usual grin, gives it a wave, and then pops out of sight. No one would know why G.rillby's bar is locked up tight that morning other than S.ans, who would simply say he got the best meal G.rillby ever made before he left.

A.sgore slinks into the supermarket, glancing around with a worried expression. A.sriel was visiting from college and had offered to do A.sgore's shopping from him today. That had been three hours ago, and A.sgore finally decided it was time to come looking for his kid. No one is around, though, other than that skeleton behind the counter, looking half asleep despite his entrance. A.sgore gives the aisles a once over, and when he sees nothing there, he goes over to the counter and knocks on it. S.ans opens one eye to look up at him. "Hey, big guy. Buying something?" A.sgore shakes his head. "No, no, I'm looking for my son, actually! He came by to do some shopping but hasn't come back. I was hoping you'd seen him here earlier?" A.sgore glances around nervously again. There's a weird sound in the air...like a boiling pot or something. He looks back down at S.ans, who yawns lazily. "Mm...was he a goat like you? Big smaller, bit thinner, easy to fluster?" A.sgore blinks but nods softly. "Er, yes, that sounds like him." Before he can ask more, S.ans opens his jaws wide and points inside with one finger. "Reach in and grab him. Might be in time to pull something out." A.sgore is...understandably confused by what that means and what that has to do with his son, but he's also a big pushover, so he stares into those drooling jaws for a second before doing as he was told. His paw sinks in rather easily, sitting into S.ans's jaws and then sliding down his gullet with no effort. He's up to his elbow when his hand pushes into the stomach. It's wet and slimy...there's a thick sludge inside and...something solid? Before he can pull his hand back out, though, S.ans's jaws clamp down on his arm and he gulps. As.gore yelps as he's pulled down, sucked deeper. "W-Wait, what are you doing? Let me go! I can't get my arm--mmmf!" Another thick gulp sucks in A.sgore's head, muffling his pleased nicely. S.ans closes his eyes and keeps gulping hard, steadily sucking the much bigger goat down the hatch. His jaws stretch effortlessly over a broad chest and thick gut and kicking legs, all of which slide over the counter and right down the hatch with ease. His stomach is a tight fit under the counter, though, big enough to reach the floor and squishing against all sides of the counter as A.sgore's kicking feet are sucked down. A loud belch rattles out of S.ans as A.sgore settles in and he sighs contently. "Sorry...guess you just missed him. He stopped kicking about an hour ago. But hey, if it helps, he was calling for you the whole time. I'm sure he'd...mm...enjoy your company more if he were still solid..." S.ans's stomach is churning hard, eager for more meat to process. It doesn't take long for A.sgore to realize the thick sludge he's sitting in was A.sriel, and the bones floating in it are all that's left of him. Muffled screams go unanswered, though, and S.ans merely lazes behind the counter as his guts churn and gurgle intensely. A.sgore would take much longer than A.sriel to break down, but by the time anymore customers show up, the heavy gurgling of the skeleton's stomach is all the noise left and all it does is earn him some weird looks. The two goats would steadily pump away soon enough, earning S.ans a lot of extra heft that makes his baggy shorts a little tight and his shirt no longer obscure his soft stomach--not that he's complaining. He'd set up a 'gone fishin' sign when the pressure becomes too much and leaves his post to abuse the dumpster behind his store. Hoisting himself up, S.ans starts pushing, letting thick, dense logs slide out of his ass and drop into the dumpster below. Tufts of white fur and bones sticking out of the otherwise brown muck, though it'd be the stained pink shirt and pair of goat skulls that would clue in anyone over what made the pile. At least, if anyone dares to look in the dumpster, which S.ans was sure they wouldn't. So after he pushed out a few more logs, he hops off and slams the lid down. He rubs over his new pot belly as he waddles back inside the store.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Heya, you think that we may be able to get something with Asg.ore or Asr.iel with gutcrush and dis.posal?

I’d love to!

A wet belch escapes A.sriel as his stomach sloshes around with live prey. He's a bit tipsy on cheap beer and the guys at the frat found that to be the perfect time to turn the goat into a bit of entertainment for everyone. He swallowed down a pizza guy, now the poor man stuck making a bulge in his gut, and the frat guys were excitedly chattering over it and what was next to come. A.sriel belches again, this time managing to cough up the guy's hat, which lands on his gut. Said gut is currently bubbling up a storm and the pizza guy does not sound happy with his predicament. A.sriel grumbles a bit and closes his eyes, straining a bit. His gut groans louder and then...it shrinks down in an instant. Snaps and crunches ring out, the unlucky pizza guy screaming for a couple seconds before he's totally mulched down, and then it just keeps shrinking. The frat guys get quiet as they watch the goat's stomach reduce in size in under a minute, going back to being totally flat. A.sriel drops down to a squat, still straining, as a thick log of dark brown shit begins to slide out of him. He didn't just digest the pizza guy in seconds, he got pumped all the way through, and now everyone is watching the goat lay down thick coils of shit on the floor with a bit of effort. It takes a couple minutes, but eventually, there's a large mound of crap steaming on the floor, bones and cur practically baked into it, with the pizza guy's skull sticking out of the top. A.sriel pants a bit now that he's done and the frat guys cheer. He's brought into the group pretty soon and given another beer to wash his meal down with. Ever since he showed the guys what his stomach can do, they always get excited to feed him more. It usually took a beer or two before A.sriel was comfortable being a toy garbage disposal for a bunch of frat guys, but he'd be lying if he said it wasn't a little fun. With a pizza guy down the hatch, he sips at his beer while more people are being invited over to the frat just so everyone can watch A.sriel mulch a few more men down like nothing.

With a wet slurp, A.sgore felt the last of the human drop into his stomach. Even since reaching the surface, the goat has been pleasantly surprised with how much the humans seemed to have warmed up to him. Mostly because, well, the big-bellied goat is a human mulcher and they seemed incredibly fascinated with it. For instance, the one he just slurped up is already gone. The second he dropped into A.sgore's stomach, it digested away, and the goat let out a meaty belch in response. The other humans standing around him just seemed fascinated with it. One of them got brave enough to push down on his stomach just to see how soft it is--and the man's hand sinks right in, nothing left of the human who'd just dropped in. Other than his smell on the goat's breath when he belches over the crowd again. The adorable way those humans looked at A.sgore made him so hungry...he couldn't help but grab another and slurp them up. And another...and another! Each human that drops into his gut is near instantly liquified, the white tank groaning and gurgling loudly as it processes the humans with little trouble. After he got his fifth down, though, he could feel his bowels groaning loudly. A.sgore looks around. The park he had been taking a stroll in when he got a craving for humans had a toilet, thankfully, and he went there quickly. The last few humans followed after him, though. They all disappear into the bathroom, and the sound of wet gulps and slurps can be heard echoing out of it soon enough. A.sgore fills the toilet under him fast, the first log already too much for it, and forcing him to stand up as he keeps dumping humans. At the same time, he's gulping more down, slurping up a pair of legs and then lowering another in feet first. Two humans left, then one, and then he's sent the last one down. By that point, he's buried the toilet in crap, and it takes a couple more minutes for him to finish squeezing out the last few logs. With a pleased sigh, A.sgore hikes his pants up again. The pile filled the stall up, at least ten sets of human bones sticking out of the brown mass from top to bottom. But the goat paid it no mind as he simply left, smiling happily to himself over all the delicious humans he got to snack on.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Coild we get some asgore prey prompts specifically to some big hungry human men?

Yeah, why not, I got a couple ideas.

A.sgore had finally decided to try dating again now that he was on the surface and his options seemed so much wider. It was surprisingly easy to find humans who didn't mind that he was a monster, but a few dates go by and he doesn't really...well, feel anything. At least until he met a human much like him--a larger man, thick muscles hidden just under a bit of plush fat and a large belly that made him seem huggable. A.sgore and him had hit it off well, and he thought things were going great. So he was excited to go back to the man's home to continue their date after dinner. After a night of fun in bed, A.sgore was content drifting off to sleep next to the human. The human, however, had an extra plan for that night. he licks his lips as he pulls the king a bit closer to himself. Dinner had been fine, but not nearly filling enough, and A.sgore was just the right size to be one hell of a meal. The human's drooling maw opens wide as he guides the sleeping monster's head inside, horns and all. He's slow and careful while devouring him, not wanting to wake the king up. A.sgore seemed like a nice enough guy, and if it wasn't for the fact that he'd been hungry, the human might've kept him around. But once he got that first taste, there was no going back. Soft, steady gulps work A.sgore deeper and deeper down the hatch, the human getting to enjoy tasting over the soft dadbod the goat had. All the while, A.sgore slept on peacefully, exhausted after the most intense sex of his life. He doesn't even stir as his feet are slurped up and his entire body is curled up in the human's gut. The man belches into his fist then lets out a soft chuckle. He pats his gut a few times and settles back in bed. "Gonna have to try more monster after all...hope they're all as sweet and filling as you." The human slurps over his lips and drifts off to sleep alongside A.sgore, whoc continued to sleep blissfully through his own digestion. Only one of them would wake up the following day, the human grumbling to himself as he waddles into his bathroom. "Dammit...I didn't think magic would be so fattening..." He squeezes his gut in the mirror with a soft frown. It'd doubled in size thanks to A.sgore, not to mention the damage to the man's thighs and ass. Maybe he'll cut back a bit on monster after all. But at least he got the tastiest one of the bunch.

A.sgore drops to his knees, exhausted. He has to use his trident to remain upright at all. The human who had come through here, looking for a way out, had proved far stronger than A.sgore thought. He doesn't even have the energy to fire a bit of magic at him anymore. "I suppose...this is it then," A.sgore says, lowering his head. "To get out of here...you'll have to take my soul. You've won so...please...go ahead. I think I'd like some rest." He heard the human approaching him and figured that he was going to be struck down with the final blow. But then his head is lifted up, letting him look right up at the human. The human is large, clearly an adult who ate well. He ate...very well, A.sgore would realize, as he watches those drooling jaws open wide. Everything goes dark as his head is engulfed and the human begins to devour him. He doesn't have the energy to fight back against it. All he can do is let the human work hi down, armor and all. For a moment, he wonders if any other monsters were sent down the very same path, but he doesn't ponder it for long as he begins to spill into the human's gut. A.sgore can feel his predator moving around, eventually realizing that the human must have sat on his throne. By then, he's only a pair of legs hanging from the drooling human's maw, and with a wet slurp and a few more gulps, even those are packed away into the tight gut. The human licks his lips and pats his gut a few times. He lets out a crass belch, sending A.sgore's crown flying out of his jaws. It bounces off his gut and makes the king shift a bit. It'd been a big meal--one he wasn't even sure he'd get done--but the human found that A.sgore had been too easy to slurp up. Like he'd always been meant to be food. The human relaxes there, his guts roaring to life as it gets to work on melting the king down. He rubs over his stomach, occasionally belching up a piece of armor as A.sgore is melted right out of it. The protruding bulges steadily sink back in, letting the human's gut get rounder and smaller as the goat is processed. A.sgore didn't resist for a second--he'd lost, fair and square, and now he was being given the chance to rest like he wanted. He closes his eyes and relaxes, his softening body falling apart into a thick slurry. The human belches deeply, sending his chest plate flying out to lay in the flowers with the rest of his armor. That's all that would be left of him by the time anyone came by, the human long gone with A.sgore little more than some added heft wobbling on his midsection.

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Just realized a format issue with my ask how about Unde.r tale prompts, preferably with A$gore as a pred?

Time for F.luffybuns to get hungry.

It might be wrong to be indulging in it, but A.sgore can't help himself. It's been a long time since he was able to taste human and it's always such a delicious treat. He knows he should be doing this for the good of all monsters and not his own greedy desires but...well, all of those humans just feel so good sliding down his gullet and filling out his guts. He has to sit back and enjoy each one as much as he can. He rubs along his stomach, licking his lips as the latest catch squirms around in his gut. Once they're able to break the barrier, he's going to be enjoying a lot more human. Golly, he can already imagine how many he'll be able to eat once he has all the souls he needs. Just one more and he'll have a whole human buffet laid out before him! A belch escapes A.sgore as his guts quickly end his fun with a few messy gurgles. He sighs softly and pats it a few times. It never feels like he gets enough time to enjoy the humans that come down here. But that's fine. He knows that he'll have more than enough soon. One more soul is all he needs and then...then it'll really be time to eat. His stomach is already gurgling in anticipation. The surface isn't going to know what hit them.

"Haha, you really want me to eat you, huh?" A.sgore smiles as he feels the guard hugging his stomach. Just about everyone knows that the king will devour anybody who asks, and he gets plenty of takers from monsters who admire him or just want to feed him. Today is a double meal. Two of his guards came in wanting to be devoured, a rabbit and a dragon, and he'd been more than happy to oblige. The rabbit went down first, wiggling a bit as he was tasted over by the king and swallowed up. The dragon is next but seems to be taking the time to hug that stuffed belly and feel it over. A.sgore gives him some time to enjoy it before hoisting him up and opening wide. The dragon's blushing face slides nicely into the king's maw and he begins to guzzle down his second meal of the day with the same ease as before. His white gut hangs out proudly on display as he slurps down the last of his meal. The two guards wiggle around inside, enjoying themselves in their king's gut. A.sgore settles back in his throne, rubbing gently along his stomach as it begins to gurgle loudly. "You two get comfortable, this is going to be a bit of a ride for you." He presses down on his gut and belches wetly, one of their helmet flying out of his jaws. He'd have to make sure to find a couple new guards to fill their positions now that they're busy filling their new positions in his gut. A.sgore rubs over his stomach slowly, feeling it gurgle and churn as the two monsters are steadily melted down into raw magic for him to absorb. A thick belch sends the other helmet out of his maw and it lands next to the first. He gives his gut a few pats and smiles. "Welcome home then."

On the surface, A.sgore was a bit surprised at how easily he seemed to make friends with the humans. Something about being a big, friendly, fluffy goat monster seemed to get a lot of humans flustered though. He didn't really get it but it was nice making friends. A.sgore couldn't help himself for long, though. He slurped up his few human only a week after getting out and really relished in the meal. He found that the human he'd befriended and then so casually devoured didn't mind his new spot in the food chain at all. If anything, it seems like his snack was pretty happy where he was. Well, A.sgore was happy with that, too! If the human was comfortable being monster food, all the better. It took him a few more humans to realize just how comfortable they were with it, though, after he gulped one down only for his boyfriend to walk in on them. Instead of panicking or attacking, A.sgore received some wonderful belly rubs and a second helping of human. That's when he realized that the humans really liked being eaten by him--and it seemed to be the reason he was getting along so well with them! They were all flustered at the idea of being the big goat's snack. It didn't take him very long to just start indulging all the time from there. He burned through the rest of the friends he already made and just kept going. Any human who got a little too handsy or red in the face around him got met with drooling goat jaws and a very gurgly demise. Doing it so casually, even out in public, only got more humans to be flustered which meant even more meals. In barely a month, A.sgore is rarely without a human or two packed in his gut, and that fluffy middle has been showing the weight of such constant snacking. But he couldn't be happier, and neither could any of the humans he was devouring.

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I was wondering if we could get some more A.sgore vore with d.isposal? Like, maybe he tries to use people and monsters as fertilizer for his gardening or somethin.

I like this idea! I can definitely do a little something for it.

A.sgore hums softly as he trims back the large hedge he was working on. It was a bright, sunny day, and the big goat has spent most of it outside working on the garden. It was the kind of day where plenty of people come walking by, human and monster alike, which is perfect for him.

A.sgore's stomach sloshes in front of him, someone kicking weakly inside. It makes the goat belch softly but otherwise doesn't interrupt his trimming. This is why he liked to wear that pink button-up shirt when he did his gardening--no fear of ripping it when his stomach expands as he snacks. The massive, white expanse can simply hang out in all its glory, bubbling and churning and sloshing as he worked.

Plenty of people like to stop by and appreciate A.sgore's garden. He's always happy to show it off, too. He never does grow tired of talking about it, either, so he'd always stop to talk to anyone willing to listen. And anyone who appreciates his garden that much should be more than happy to help out with it in their own way.

A.sgore's stomach lets out a low rumble and it's soon followed by a rather bassy fart. He blushes darkly and rubs his stomach with a chuckle. "Golly, did you really have to make me do that..? I'm glad no one was around to hear that one." The goat had been working all day, which also means he's been snacking on passerby all day, so while some are still able to kick around in his gut, plenty of others are already densely packed away in his bowels. It's sure making for a noisy gut--it won't stop groaning and gurgling and whining out. A.sgore's long since gotten used to all the sounds though and he's right back to finishing the trimming.

As the daylight wanes and it gets closer to sundown, A.sgore finally puts the clips aside and wipes his brow. It was definitely a productive day, both for him and his stomach. He must've snacked on some twenty people or so as the day carried on, and the last of them had finished flushing through his system some time ago. All the new heft they gave him will make it hard to button up his shirt again...but he's more focused on the constantly building pressure deep in his guts. When another bassy fart rumbles out of him, A.sgore winces and waves the air away. "Golly, I hear you, no need to make a stink about it." With a soft chuckle at a joke no one else heard, A.sgore goes to fetch his wheelbarrow. There's a bit of privacy in the small shed that he keeps it in, so he's able to drop his pants and plant his massive ass over the side of it. "I've done my work, now...nngh...time for you to do...yours..."

With a few grunts and a bit of straining, the first dense log begins to peek out from those furry cheeks and slide into the wheelbarrow below. After spending an entire day cooking in his bowels, all that fresh shit has gotten packed into very dense logs. When the first one breaks off, it makes a loud thud as it hits the bottom of the wheelbarrow, and the rest are likely to do the same. It'll take A.sgore a while to dump so much shit, but he's always been a patient man.

As the wheelbarrow fills more and more, each log reveals what it used to be with the stray odds and ends packed into the otherwise brown mass. Bones are packed tightly into each one--many human, but a few recognizably monster--and scraps of clothes as well as whatever junk might have gone down the hatch like phones and wallets also decorate the goat's dump. A.sgore can't help but let out a moan every time a particularly large or awkward log of crap stretches him out just right, and he ends up firing off a load onto the floor under him when the skull of a dragon he'd snacked on gives his ass a run for its money. It's mostly buried under the smaller, softer shit the slops out after it, and when A.sgore is done, only the horns are able to poke out of the mass.

With a laborious sigh, A.sgore yanks his pants back up and grabs a shovel. The wheelbarrow is nearly overflowing with a mountain of crap, and the stink is horrific to boot. But A.sgore pays the horrible sight no mind, even whistling a pleasant tune as he wheels it out to the garden. He'd spend the rest of the daylight he had shoveling shit down into the dirt, making sure his entire garden had a fresh layer of goat manure padding it out. Whatever bones or other odds that stick out of the layer of manure get buried quickly with the shovel, and before long, no one would even know that A.sgore's guard also served as a mass grave for an untold number of innocent souls.

With the sun disappearing over the horizon, A.sgore gets his things put away and heads back inside, happy with his hard day of work. Come next week, he'll clean up anything that didn't decompose or sink into the earth, and then he'll start the process all over again. Fresh manure was always the best for keeping a garden healthy, after all. And A.sgore always made the freshest.

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Any prompts involving Asriel and Asgore? Either the two both enjoying a good meal, or one of them eating the other?

Oh for sure I’ve got ideas here.

Streaming had been a great way to make some cash on the side while at college and since he was home with his dad for the summer, he had even more time to do it now. Of course, it was pretty embarrassing when his dad walked in on him doing it and his chat seemed to go crazy over the big, friendly goat. He was trying to both shoo his dad out of the room and get his chat to stop being weird about his dad when he got an...interesting donation. Eat his dad on stream, five hundred dollars. It was something that made the goat pause, both his hands on his father's shoulders in his efforts to try and push the older goat away. It's not like he hasn't eaten people on stream before--he's lost a few roommates that way and killed off some of the local frat guys and jocks for it, too. But his own dad..? Well, he's been wanting to try bigger meals lately...and there's that sad, dopey look on his dad's face when A.sgore asks if he can just stay and watch if he's quiet...and A.sriel's belly growling out seals the deal for him. Chat went even crazier when they watched the younger, smaller goat go from pushing his dad to pulling him forward, shoveling A.sgore's entire head right into his drooling maw in an instant. Thick gulps ring out as he expertly works on scarfing down the much larger man. The chat cheers him on all the while as he gets past the chest, over that doughy belly, and starts slurping down kicking legs. A.sriel tips his head back and lets out a final, hard gulp as he sends A.sgore's feet down the hatch and his white gut takes up most of the screen as his own father is forced inside. A nasty belch makes his mic spike and he tries to get back to his game despite the very large, wriggling distraction both he and his chat are trying to deal with. It doesn't help that he keeps belching into his mic, or that the gurgles of his gut and muffled yells of his panicking father are now a constant background noise. He was about to call it quits and end the stream so he can go cough his dad up when he got another donation--this one quadruple the amount with a simple request: digest his dad on stream. Another familiar one, which has ended the lives of most of his roommates and a couple boyfriends...and A.sriel would spend just as much time contemplating this one as he did for them. With another crash belch, he gets back to his game, paying his father no mind as his guts churn and clench and gurgle all the while. A.sgore clearly got more frantic and panicked the longer the stomach worked on him, but the only response A.sriel would give him is another nasty belch that only seemed to shink his stomach another inch or so. After a three-hour stream, anyone tuning in wouldn't even be able to tell what A.sriel ate--just that his gut is looking a lot bigger and rounder than usual and that it's bubbling fiercely over something, and the occasional burp makes some white fur come from his jaws. But hey, he's a couple thousand richer, and since he's planning to stay a few months still, he promises everyone they'll get to meet more people he knew...and for the right price, they can find out where his dad went missing.

"Dad, c'mon, I'm going to miss the bus if you don't let go of me!" A.sriel whines. He was meant to be leaving for college but A.sgore hasn't stopped hugging him for over a minute. He's starting to drown in the sheer fluffiness of his old man! Despite his request, though, A.sgore only seems to hug him tighter. "Oooooh...I just don't wanna see you go, A.zzy! Who knows what could happen to you out there all alone? College life isn't anything like our little town!" A.sriel would have responded to that, but his muzzle is so firmly planted between his dad's pecs that the best he can manage is some muffled noise. "I went to college to, you know. Lots of guys get their starts there...lots of 'em get their ends." He's still hugging tighter, somehow. A.sgore's massive arms just keep pulling A.sriel closer and closer. His muzzle is pushing father into his dad's chest...no, his entire head is! He starts to yell, his legs thrashing, no longer on the ground as A.sgore pulls him deeper. The older goat's pecs flex tight and they suck A.sriel in up to his chest! "Don't worry...Dad's gotcha, A.zzy. I know ya wanted to go to college but...I just can't let you! I can't bare the thought of someone eating my poor son..." His chest flexes again. A.sriel is waist-deep in pure white pecs, his legs kicking wildly outside of them. "...but at least if you're eaten by me, I know exactly where you went. That's a lot of people's college experience, you know! So it's not like you're missing out!" A.sgore grunts as he flexes his chest again, his son's kicking legs quickly slurping up behind his chest. He lets out a sigh and relaxes again, his pecs hanging heavy before him, bulging out as A.sriel thrashed around inside. "Golly, I haven't done that one in a good while...heh, last time I sent a guy in there was just before I met your mom, y'know!" He pats his chest a few times. He can just barely hear his son's muffled pleas to come out. "Just relax, A.zzy. I gotcha...mmff..." A.sgore closes his eyes as his chest begins to flex and pump out. He can really hear A.sriel screaming now and it gets him a bit excited. It really has been a while since he's eaten like this...it's honestly making him a bit hungry again! He doesn't even notice when A.sriel stops making noise or moving altogether, or when his chest smooths out, a bit fuller than before with his son added to it. A.sgore just kept flexing and flexing until his chest felt empty. A loud sigh escapes him when he stops and he gives them a rub. "Golly...I hope you had fun with that. It's making me miss college life, too!" Honestly...if he's quick, he might be able to catch A.sriel's ride. His son might not be able to experience it again but...well, it'd be rude not to go and indulge just a little bit, right? Now that he's got a real craving for...college meat. He's sure A.sriel would want that for him! Smiling to himself, and giving his pecs a final squeeze, A.sgore heads off to the bus stop, his heavy gut letting out a rumble as he thinks back to old memories.

"And you ate like this all the time..?" A.sriel asks, his white fur taking on a bit of a green tint as his guts churn harshly again. Something comes up and he belches wetly, a football helmet flying from his jaws. It bounces off his engorged gut and hits the ground with a thump. A.sgore laughs, watching the helmet roll past him, his back pressed against his son's. "Sure I did! Me and R.udy tore the place apart every month or so, y'know. Golly, I remember that time that I sent the whole team down my cock while blackout drunk." It was a bit embarrassing to call back on still but...man if it hadn't felt good. "D-Dad, don't talk about stuff like that with me, geez!" A.sriel demands his entire face red. He knew his dad would say something dumb like that without thinking! Thank god the only people who could possibly hear it besides him are currently stuffed in one of two guys--A.sriel's and A.sgore's. The older goat had come by his son's college as a surprise visit and, tempted by all the fresh meat, the two of them tore apart a frat house and then the football team after A.sgore learned they were finishing up practice. A.sriel had eaten a few guys,s ure, but this was well beyond what he'd done before. It made him a little sick, honestly, but he didn't want to get shown up by his dad of all people. They ended up with a pretty equal amount, though, and despite being out of practice, his dad was handling his meal much better. "Oh, don't be like that, A.zzy! I have tons of college stories to tell!" A.sgore says with a chuckle. "Unless you want to tell me some? I know it's only been about a year but I'm sure you've done plenty in that time!" He looks over his shoulder but his son doesn't do the same. He's still red in the face. "Uh...well..." A.sriel...doesn't have any crazy stories to tell. Other than occasionally snacking on a guy or two, he hasn't gone all out like it seems his dad did. He didn't think A.sgore was that cool in college. A large paw pats his shoulder a few times and A.sgore chuckles again. "Golly, no need to worry, that's what your old man is here for. Once we're done with this meal, whaddya say we go pick on some professors for dessert, huh? I bet you've got a few tasty-looking ones!" A.sriel looks over his shoulder now to see his dad's grinning face. The younger goat smiles a bit as well. "...yeah, alright, Dad. Just...gimmie a bit with these guys first. Trying to keep them down." He belches thickly again, another helmet flying from his jaws. "Emphasis on trying..."

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How about college setting asgore doing a frat cleanup with Rudy, Or maybe a cv contest between the two?

Oh hey, that sounds like a lot of fun! Consider it a prequel to this story, I suppose.

"C'mon, it's clean up time and we're the only two not wasted!" R.udy says with his usual big grin. He pats Asgore on the back, the goat still looking a bit unsure.

"But...eating them all? Doesn't that seem a bit...much?" The goat isn't totally above eating people--hell, his freshman fifteen settled on early since getting here, and he's really hoping the pot belly he's developing doesn't stick. He knows clearing out the frat won't help with that. He was new to it, though, and only got in thanks to R.udy's help vouching for him. The other guys who tried to enter at the same time...well, let's just say they got into the frat in a different way. One A.sgore was happy to avoid.

"It's your job as the newbie, and I'm just here to pitch in since the other freshies are drunk," the reindeer says. "If you're so worried about this thing," he pokes the goat's belly a couple of times, "then I have a better way of clearing the place out."

A.sgore perks up with a smile. "Really? What is it?"

R.udy grins and, instead of answers, casually whips out his cock. The gost's white fur turns scarlet red as a blush reaches his face, but before he can even answers, his pal is moving forward to a guy sleeping on the couch. The reindeer doesn't even hesitate. He grabs the guy's feet and pulls them into his cock. With a wet slurping sound, it begins to suck the drunken student down, the poor guy not even waking up as he disappeared from sight, being relocated into the man's brown balls. R.udy pants as his sack sloshes and drops down, filled with a hefty meal. "Ooooh yeah, that's the ticket..."

"R-R,udy, what did you--" A.sgore couldn't wrap his head around it...or hide the fact that he's pitching a tent in his pants. He's always thought his buddy was rather attractive but this...this was...

"Are you going to stand around or are you gonna help?" R.udy asks, already looking around for another guy to pack away. His eyes stop on A.sgore and he grins. "If you don't want to help with the cleanup, you know I have to clean you up, right? Those are the rules."

"Ah--!" A.sgore...definitely remembers hearing that one. He didn't think clean up was going to entail this though. "B...But I don't..."

"Tell you what, let's have some fun here. Whoever can get the most guys down gets jacked off at the end. Sound like a good deal?" R.udy slurps over his lips, grinning wide as he sees Asgore's entire face turn red. Seems like it was enough to get the goat on his side, though, as he shuffles off his shorts and gets started with a guy on the floor.

The two go around the frat like that, slurping up anyone left behind into their cocks without mercy. Lots were drunken and asleep, barely even shifting as they went down the shafts of the men. Some were a bit more lucid, waking up with hangovers or even a bit tipsy still. But they were still met with a massive, drooling cock devouring them before they could even get their wherewithal. Even their fellow frat bros weren't saved from a musky, churning demise--the party must have been too good for them to remember that you had to be up and helping by clean up or else you got cleaned up. So strangers and bros alike disappear down into the growing sacks of the men.

By the time the two are able to sit down, the house is empty aside from them. Furry, bloats sacks sit in front of them, an entire party's worth of guys stuffed in one or the other. R.udy was breathing heavily with a big grin as he felt his sack work over all the meat inside. A.sgore was a lot less collected, panting and moaning and whining as he felt the constant spikes of euphoria, whether it's from the movements in his sack to the feeling of men churning down to his own skyrocketing libido. "F...Fifteen..." the goat huffs out.

R.udy looks over with a chuckle. "Really? And I thought you were a beginner! I only got down thirteen. I guess that means..." The reindeer pulls out a large box of condoms. "...guess you win~"

The next hour is filled with the sounds of A.sgore moaning and crying out as R.udy helped his buddy out. Each time a guy churned up in the goat's sack, he came back out into a large condom, sloshing with the thick cum as well as whatever bones and clothes used to belong to the guy that went down. Twelve end up in a pile on the floor by the end, leaving A.sgore exhausted as his much thicker cock sat dripping in his lap. R.udy just chuckles and works over himself, managing ten filled condoms to add to the pile. He flops against A.sgore after that, huffing and puffing with a lax smile. "Woo...we'll take them out to the curb later, Fluffybuns...good show there." He pats the goat's belly, which lets out an empty whine. The reindeer grins. He might have some fun during breakfast with A.sgore, too.