#but I still slurp it up nom nom

[theoleria]

I don't care what anyone says-- this is the face of someone who *really* wants to be a hot cheerleader.

[pipthepiper]

how do we feel about power bottom silco!! i feel like he’s too bratty to fully submit but not bratty enough to fully take control?? or VIRGIN silco 😝😝😝 he’s been on my mind a lot he’s just so nom nom nom

ミ★ 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭! — 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐜𝐨.

ミ★ let me tell you something- LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING. this man would NEVER submit 100%. he needs the control to some degree. so even if you top him, you can never dom him, you get me?

ミ★ fem!reader, unprotected p in v, dom!silco, d/s undertones, sloppy rough sex, couch sex, cowgirl, language/dirty talk, begging, possessive!silco, mean!silco, dumbification, pure filth (sorry not sorry)

“tired already?”

silco sounds so monotonously bored, thick drawl almost disinterested — your thighs and face burn, both from exertion and indignation.

the plush couch creaks beneath your movements, groaning its distaste at the activity currently taking place on top of it — and you can’t help but feel as worn out as the couch itself.

silco sighs deeply and his long fingers curl around your hips. your heart lodges itself into your throat when he shoves his hips up, bullying himself deep inside you and forcing stars into your eyes.

“weren’t you going to ‘fuck me stupid’?” silco sneers, lidded eyes scrutinizing your fucked out body. “yet here you are. you’re about to crumble.”

you would feel more embarrassed if you weren’t so desperate.

“siiiiil,” you whine, pussy drooling and throbbing, so fucked open yet orgasm so far from your grasp. “please, wan’a cum.”

“think you deserve it, hm?” silco retorts immediately, hips rolling up into yours with wet smacks. “have you earned it?”

your eyes melt into your skull at the constant grind of his cockhead against your cervix — it’s too much yet not enough at the same time; intense pressure but lacking the brutal beating you need to cum.

“please,” you gasp out again, helpless and desperate — you wiggle your hips only for silco to bruise them with his fingertips.

“resorted to begging, have you?” silco hums, the roll of his hips morphing to shallow thrusts. it’s better, makes your pussy cry around him, rubs your walls with such sweet pressure — but it’s still not enough.

one of silco’s hands disappears from your hip and long fingers crawl up your scalp before gripping the hair at the back of your head. silco pulls just enough to expose your neck to him.

rough, chapped lips glide up the skin of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. silco’s breath is hot against your flesh when he murmurs, “beg me better, and i’ll use you like a little fucktoy.”

you swear his words alone are enough to fog your head completely; and you obey without a second thought, pouring all of your desperation and need into your pleas.

“please, sil, please fuck me. fuck me with your cock, i need it so bad, please —!”

teeth scrape against your jugular and silco growls, “better than that. if you want to cum so bad, beg me like you fuckin’ mean it.”

slick slurps and slaps punctuate his thrusts as he fucks inside you a little faster, bullying himself balls deep and slamming his cockhead into your cervix. mewls spill from your lips and your pussy flutters.

not enough. you need it rougher. you need him to use you like a little fucking doll. fuck your brains out of your ears. destroy you completely.

“use me. please, i’m your fucktoy. your little fucktoy. please use me, please, sil, your cock’s so good, fuck me — i’ll be so good, a good girl, please—!”

teeth and nails sink into your skin as silco snarls, balls slapping noisily into the flesh of your ass as his thrusts turn animalistic — he’s completely rough, merciless, uncaring of the way your body rocks and your lungs shrink, or the way he’s blinding you from the painful pleasure.

“oh, fuuuuck,” you mewl, voice spotty from the rabid jerks and throat sore — your pussy drools over him, crying from the dick plunging into it over and over; it feels so good, you swear you won’t last but a few seconds.

“thank you,” you gasp out, eyes rolling back. “than’you s’much, fuck, love it s’much.”

“fuck, babbling like some sort of idiot,” silco hisses, wet tongue laving sloppy over your throat. “so dumb from my cock. helpless, aren’t you?”

you can’t even process his words, but you nod anyway; your brain is melted in your skull, pussy sloppy and used and gut curled up with your building orgasm — you just want to cum all over him, paint his dick with your essence and feel him fuck it all out.

“lucky girl,” silco snarls, hand squeezing your hip tightly. “i’m feeling lenient today. so i’m going to make you cum so hard you faint, hear me?”

if only you could register how fucked you were in that instant.

“please, please! ‘s so good, make me cum, fuck, sil — mmmmm, ‘m close.”

silco’s hips piston into you at an inhuman speed, thick cock splitting you open and slamming your cervix so hard it’s knocking your breath out – but it’s everything you wanted, everything you needed; the very thing you’d been craving since you first sank down on his cock.

“who do you belong to, hm?” silco pants, voice stern and commanding despite its breathy quality. “who owns this sloppy pussy of yours?”

the only sounds you could make were whines, mewls, and moans — your coherency had long since been fucked from you, reducing you to nothing more than some limp cockwhore; and despite feeling lenient, silco wasn’t going to let that go.

“answer me or i’ll fuckin’ stop,” he threatens, kicking your heart into overdrive. “who fuckin’ owns you?”

“you do! you!” you yelp out, fingers scrabbling against his shoulders and hips shaking; your eyes are wet, fat tears teasing at the corners. “y-you own me. i belong to you, silco, please don’t stop, don’t—!”

“good girl,” silco purrs, shooting heat straight to your cunt. “such a good girl. now cum on m’cock, sweetheart. c’mon, make it messy. i know you want to, filthy girl.”

slick slaps and lewd moans, your pussy being split open over and over and cervix beaten in by silco’s cock — you’re so fucking close, you’re about to cum, you’re right fuckin’ there —

the sound that rips from your throat sounds almost inhuman — that coil in your gut snaps without much pre-warning, pussy gushing and fluttering around silco’s cock and waves wracking your entire body and leaving electricity in their wake.

“good fuckin’ girl,” silco coos, hips never slowing in their pace as he fucks you through your orgasm, groaning at the feel of your sloppy walls sucking him in. it was sending him into a frenzy — one that was sadistic and untamed, a fierce storm that demanded he absolutely wreck your body.

“keep coming, that’s it. mess it up f’me, baby. fuck, ‘m going to ruin you. don’t black out yet, dove. i’m just getting started.”

*locks myself back in the cabinet from whence i came* first time writing for silco, please forgive any mistakes 🙏

[adozowa]

CHAPTER 1 EP 1

Taken place in alabasta.

M!READER

|| 1/? || ||swearing, violent themes.||

|| READER IS BEING MISTAKEN FOR A WOMAN ||

READER IS DEPICTED TO HAVE LONG WHITE HAIR AS EMBODYING THE 'ALBINO FOX SPIRIT.

AND THE WEAPON: BOW OF GREED

Based on this <<read for better understanding

You have been travelling in the grand line for a while, the waves of the sea rocking your small boat back and forth. It was dreading, the sun, the birds, they all annoyed you.

Sitting on your small boat was extremely boring, it was like a curse sitting here. You had run out of food and water and all you had was your clothes, your soon to be lost dignity, and ears n tail

Your locks of hair were stuck onto your forehead from all the sweat, you tried finding a new island to steal from but there was nothing in sight. You and lost all hope and thought you were stranded until...

In the corner of your eye you spotted an island, it looked like a dreading desert. But it is sure to be better than sitting in this wretched boat, you could sense the treasures this island beholds right here.

You docked on the side of the island, and it looked really hot. Well it was sure to be a desert, sandy island. You jumped out and onto the island, taking a breath

"I can TASTE the riches already from here... No that sounds weird."

You exclaimed, your fox eyes darting around your surroundings.

You started to walk forward, leaving your boat docked at some random piece of land. At some point you spotted a city of some sorts? You then realized..

"Shit, I look like a foreigner... Whatever."

You were dressed in silk robes, the "dancer" kind. Your long white hair is matching with it, you would be mistaken as a woman any time... More like every time.

You walked towards the city, stares lingering over your silk dressed body. Although the silk was very transparent, you had worn something underneath it so your body wasn't fully exposed.

As you were walking, you spotted a nearby restaurant called spice bean as a man with a straw hat barged in.

Your eyes widened at the scene and rushed in. As you entered the same man you saw was there chanting for food over and over as you looked over the hole in the wall he caused... Yikes

But... It was the last second his body sort of stretched? Nah, you're probably hallucinating from the heat.

"FOOD! FOOD! FOOD! FOOD! FOOD!"

God he was loud. You wanted to pull out your bow on him and shut him up.

Everyone stormed out of the restaurant as you were left there with him, and a hole in the wall.

"a-..... " forget it he seems like a Dumbo anyway.

A man with cigars in his mouth appeared from the hole and stared at the straw hat, who was filling his mouth up with food.

"I've been looking for you strawhat, I thought you would be here. Seems like I was correct."

The strange man said, wait he looks like a... MARINE!!

"..." NOM NOM NOM CHOMP NOM SLURP

"..."

"..."

"WOULD YA QUIT EATING!"

You and the marine cigar man exclaimed.

The straw hat boy would still not stop eating, jeez what a big back

It was awkward silence again.... Jeez you wanted to kill yourself then and there.

"H-HOLD UP, WAIT!"

Straw hat exclaimed, as he ate all his food in one go. Wow.....

"THaNkzg fhor gthe mheal!"

His words were muffled as his mouth was stuffed with all his food. .

Jeez, what a peculiar maAeAAAA-

You thought, before the straw hat suddenly dragged you as he ran out of the restaurant

"W-WHY THE HELL ARE YA BRINGING ME WITH YOU!!! "

"whoops, sorry! Guess it's too late to let ya go now! "

The marine dude followed behind us, with some other dude following? Shit, there's a lot of dudes.

"TASHIGI, CATCH HIM! IT'S STRAW HAT!!"

As he was you with him, a girl suddenly slashed forward. He then suddenly leaped up a building while the marine dude turned into... Smoke?

I will be using their name starting now cause it's so hard describing them

(Skip to where Luffy and the crew reunite cause I'm not writing all at)

As they were all escaping and carrying barrels, Nami notices...

"W-wAIT LUFFY WHO IS THAT WITH YOU?"

Nami said

"WAAAHH IS THAT A WOMAN♡♡?? HEY WAIT WHY IS SHE WITH YOU...!"

Sanji butt in.

"I DON'T KNOW WHY I WAS DRAGGED HERE EITHER! SO DON'T POINT FINGERS AT ME YOU.... OUTLAWS!"

You managed to pull out your bow, and then you shot at the straw hat who was dragging you.

Luffy then stopped, tumbling back from the shot as he was bleeding in his right chest.

"LUFFY!!"

They all exclaimed as you swiftly dissapeared in the crowd.

"Shit..... Those goddamn people are crazy, welp. Guess I gotta get goin back to finding that treasure. "

*As you maneuver yourself into a dark alleyway, you are met with the sandy plane, again.*

*Sigh, * "tis' the first island I go to on the grand line and not a treasure in SIGHT. How else am I supposed to find all the treasures in the world.. "

*you disappeared into the desert, continuing your expedition*

Short lol anywyad💔 drabble are longer than this

[c-u-c-koo-4-40k]

Fatherly Advice

This is the next installment of the Severe miscalculation story line. Which starts here.

If you'd like the chapter this one is a direct sequel to. Click here.

Tag List: @kit-williams @barn-anon @bleedingichorhearts @bispecsual @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @sleepyfan-blog @egrets-not-regrets

Warning: My Best descriptions of eating sounds which might be gross to some.

Gonna try to do shorter inserts to speed up the output for this story. Some nice downtime happening as Khopesh gets to have breakfast with his father, and get some advice.

Edit! Next Chapter Here!

"VADA!" Slam! The house rattled as the excited Nightlord barged in, and slammed the door behind him. Drawn by both the scent of cooking food and the presence of his adopted father.

"Boy! I told you not to be slamming that do-OR!" The portly elder gentlemen said firmly before he found himself in a bear hug of titanic proportions.

He was just as suddenly, but gently placed down back in front of the stove where many delicious items sizzled away with a painless "Oof."

"Sorry Vada," Khopesh responded gleefully, still buzzing on the excitement of the recent events which kept the scolding from even Slightly dampening his mood.

Gary righted and composed himself, he figured he'd never fully get used to his adopted son's ability to pick him up like he weighed as much as a tin tea cup.

"Well just you remember, we already had't replace that door once, and you giv'n the repair man's Imperial Fist the skunk eye didn't help nothin." He emphasized turning back to the cooking food.

"Pfft! Sons of Dorn shouldn't make themselves so easy to Teeeeease then." Khopesh chortled in reply, sliding into his usual spot at the breakfast table, now dressed in comfortable lounging clothes.

"And speaking of teasin, I seem to be missing one of the fish I was cooking up." Gary turned pointedly.

Khopesh had the tail sticking out of his mouth. "Hm?-Ulp! CRUnCh! CrUnCh! CruNCh!" He chewed and swallowed his ill gotten gains quickly before opening his mouth wide.

"Ah...Nothing to see here~"

Gary noted he would probably also never get used to his son preferring to eat fish, bones and all. But he did love how the crazy bastard could make him laugh with disbelief. "Well Dammit son, at least let me finish cookin it! Last thing we need is you sick as a dog cause you swallowed a fish parasites and all!" He chuckled before returning to cooking.

"My stomach has handled worst Vada." Khopesh assured with pride, picking at the bits stuck in his teeth.

"Well sink your teeth into these for a bit, till the rest of the meat gets done." Gary placed down a huge stack of enhanced pancakes in front of the Nightlord who bobbed excitedly in his chair (custom made to hold his weight).

Khopesh did exactly as instructed and began tearing into the stack with vigor! Pancakes with Nutripaste mixed into the batter was his favorite as it not only tasted good but could actually sustain him.

He sliced huge chunks of the mound of fluffy, buttery, syrupy goodness and shoveled the pieces into his ravenous mouth.

And whenever he became thirsty he greedily downed gulps of the the orange juice from the pitcher on the table. As it actually was large enough to serve him like a mug.

"HOMF! NOM! MM! GuULP! SLURP! Mmm!" He must have been more famished than he realized.

That was a lie he always got a little too eager about food. But could you blame him?? Nothing but nutripaste and rations and the occasional corpse...sometimes also turned into nutripaste and sometimes not. (War meant you had to use what you had, and Nightlords were many things but they were Never, wasteful.)

He wondered if his Lullaby would enjoy pancakes like these. Or maybe would be willing to learn how to make them? Then he could get double the amount of treats and they could eat them together.

His mind drifted to his cute little lullaby in an apron...and not much else. Cooing at him as they held a fork up to him so he could take a bite.

"Mmm!"

He hummed happily as he took another bite from his real plate to match the scenario he was imagining. He felt blush creeping up his cheeks.

"That good ey?"

"Ulp!" Khopesh's blush turned embarassed at being so easily distracted, almost dropping his fork. "Ah of course! They are very good Vada!" Khopesh assured, just barely catching the metal tool in his hand after some fumbling.

Gary paused. "Something tells me that's not the Only thing you're thinkin about."

Khopesh felt himself sweat a bit, he knew human Astarte relations weren't...always looked on kindly, but how would his Vada even know?? "Ahhh...not sure what you mean Vada..."

"Boy I have been married for 38 years," The old southern mechanic replied dryly. "You think I don't recognize when a fella finally got himself a dance partner? If you know what I mean." Gary stated pointedly over his coffee cup.

"Also, you got a hicky on ya lip."

"WHAT!?" Khopesh swiveled over to the cabinet of knickknacks, trying to see his reflection in the glass.

He indeed...had a hicky...on his lip.

Curze dammit.

He turned back, awaiting the judgment of his father.

But none came. The old man just smiled knowingly, sipping his coffee and eating the bacon that'd just come of the griddle.

"You're not upset?"

"Well...I do owe Nancy 20 bucks. But as long as ya'll are being safe, it's technically non'a my business." He shrugged. "Honestly...I'm happy ya'll both stopped dancin around eachother. I thought for sure it'd be another year before ya'll finally got in step."

Again, Khopesh was dumbfounded by his father's spot on deduction. "How did you know-"

"Again son, married for 38 years, And dated for 5." Gary reiterated. "And they way ya'll banter, ya'll were well on your way to where Nancy and I were at datin year 2. But I Will say this." The old man's tone became serious, and he leaned in.

"I've known that child since they were Lit'rally a child, saw them grow into a fine person. Anybody, would be lucky to have them on their arm..."

Khopesh waited with baited breath.

"So if hear bout you goin and breakin their heart, there won't be a force on this earth that'll save ya, and that's if I get to you before Nancy can wring your neck herself."

Khopesh blanched but could tell his father was Dead serious. "I Would Never Vada!" He swore standing and placing his hands firmly upon the table.

They were His! HIS sweet Lullaby! That was small but smart and witty and kind and brave and- and...

And he would do Anything, to keep that warmth alive.

Gary smiled. Adopted or not, his son had a conviction like he and his wife. He nodded in approval. "You take good care of em' then."

Khopesh's thoughts drifted to the plan he'd formulated to take care of that...lingering issue. The only thing keeping him and his Lullaby from having a truly peaceful life together. He grinned.

"I will Vada. I promise you." In fact he felt like going over right now. He wanted to make sure his precious was alright. He strod towards the door.

"Now hold on son! Get back here and finish ya food before it gets cold."

Oh whoops! He forgot he still needed to finish breakfast. "Ah right! Sorry Vada."

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Could you write a story for a normal customer from the Mega Pizzaplex eating Freddy, Monty, Bonnie and Foxy? (With disposal and weight gain, please)

Oh that sounds like a lot of fun, would love to do some stuff with them getting nommed by a random. Anyway, I'm in a really big F.NAF mood as of writing this due to some RPs with a friend, so expect a long one, folks. This is PRIME brainrot fetish content right here. This one took a bit to make...and reminded me why I don't often write this much for the blog. Still, it was fun!

For as big as this place is, one would think they could get something good to eat here. Norman was finding out that...no, you can't. Sure, most patrons didn't mind the cheap pizza or other such options, but it wasn't really the kind of food a man nearly in his forties should be expected to eat. It's all bland, empty calories that just leave his stomach grumbling for more. When he'd heard the P.izzaplex was handling more...adult-oriented endeavors, he figured that'd mean better food. It really just meant selling alcohol more openly and less filters. The booze was just as cheap and unfilling as the food, too, and it left Norman wandering around the place in search of anything he could fill his stomach with. That's when he found himself heading into R.ockstar Row.

The four animatronics the plex liked to show off--F.reddy, B.onnie, M.onty, and F.oxy--are all in their respective dressing rooms/exhibits. The place was otherwise empty, however, leaving Norman with an idea. It's not good service for this place to not have anything good to eat around here...so it's only fair if he takes the best option for him, right? No one's going to really miss one animatronic when there's so many of them. It's gotta taste better than the lousy food, too. His hungry belly is gurgling in agreement, and so, using some photo booth passes, he goes to pick out his meal right from the lunchbox. He figures F.oxy won't be missed too much, and the pirate's room is the one he enters first.

Like all of the animatronics, F.oxy is much taller than the average human, dawned in a flashy pirate's uniform with a long coat and a hat to go with it. When he noticed a customer entering his room, he got up fast and waved with a hooked hand. "Yar, what can I do for ye? An autograph, a photo, or a...private show?" He slurps over his teeth with that last line.

"Lunch," Norman says simply, looking annoyed and impatient. "There's nothing good to eat here, and I'm fed up with it. You'll have to do."

"I don't have anythin' here fer ya to--" F.oxy didn't really register what Norman meant, at least not at first. But when he's pulled down by the front of his coat, staring into the wide, drooling jaws of the customer...he gets a pretty good idea. Not that he can say anything about it, as his muzzle and face are shoved right inside. A few slurps over hard plastic and faux fur tells Norman that, for a just hunk of metal, animatronic actually doesn't taste too bad. So, he starts gulping, wedging down F.oxy's shoulders and going down his chest. By the time he's slurping down that stomach, and his gut is starting to push outward with a fox face, F.oxy begins to kick around and yell. But his arms are pinned down, and Norman has a good enough grip to keep gulping regardless.

Norman slurps past the fox's stomach. A fluffy ass hangs out of his mouth, tail swishing around and legs kicking. The man tips his head back and steadily sucks the rest of the meal down. His gut bloats out as he does, forcing his shirt up and letting the fuzzy organ hang out for the world to see. Once those kicking fox feet slip past his lips, Norman gulps a final time. There's a wet slosh as the last of F.oxy drops down into his gut, which is now curled up tightly around him. A thick, wet belch rumbles out of the man as he roughly pats the bulge the animatronic's head made. This was a very filling meal, the eight-foot F.oxy now tightly curled up in the man's gut. It's so tight that the bulges are rather well defined--Norman could almost make out the rather pissed expression on the pirate fox through the flesh. He gives the bulge another rough pat. "Best food in the building. Maybe they should start serving you guys up instead of that greasy cardboard."

"I ain't no lousy slice o' pizza! Lemme outta here, ya landluber!" F.oxy's voice is muffled, but still audible, and he's doing his best to shift around inside. It's not going well. The stomach walls keep contracting him back into place, not giving him an inch to work with. The best he can do is make the stomach slosh back and forth. "This is supposed t' be the other way 'round!"

"That's too bad." Norman seats himself on a couch in the room, his gut resting on his lap. Another crass belch escapes him and he relaxes. "At least you're filling. Shouldn't need anything else to eat for--" A long, harsh gurgle cuts Norman off. F.oxy pauses for a moment, but then the walls around him contract more, getting an inch or so smaller. Then it happens again...and again...and after the third inch, F.oxy begins to panic as he realizes he's melting.

Norman watches as his furry stomach begins to shrink downward, bubbling and gurgling intensely. F.oxy thrashes around as best he can, making the whole thing slosh back and forth. But all it does is knock another noxious belch out of the man, a bit of red fur on his breath. A singed pirate's hat comes flying out as well, splattering onto the ground. The defined bulges of the man's gut steadily lose shape, becoming softer blobs as they sink in on themselves. F.oxy's gone from angry curses to calling for help. He's able to cry out for F.reddy's to save him before the wet, hard gurgling of Norman's gut totally overtakes his voice. That's about the same time the last of the bulges finally round off. Norman's gut is left at half the size it had been, and the last of the movement in his gut finally goes still. Norman lets out a disappointed sigh as he watches his gut continue to shrink back down, messily pumping all of that fox slop away. "Dammit...you tasted better for sure, but this is just as bad as that crappy pizza. Going right through me, too..." How are even the animatronics here no better than a cheap meal?

Not to mention all the calories that fox had been. Norman already had a pretty soft body from one too many fast food runs, but he's growing plumper by the second. His gut is resting in his lap now, shirt too tight and letting his gut peek out. Then there's his tightening pants, his legs and ass growing larger inside of them. He grumbles slightly and readjusts, only to feel a harsh rumbling deep in his bowels. Yep...the fox is done and he wants out. Annoyed by the whole thing, Norman gets to his feet and simply drops his pants. A thick ass sticks out over the fox's couch, and with a sputtering fart, a thick log of shit begins to slide out of him. The logs are rather dense, given what went to making them, and Norman has to grunt as he passes them. Tufts of red pepper the dark brown, whatever is left of F.oxy's foax fur. Thin pieces of metal that didn't quite get digested are also baked into a lot of the logs. Likely an exoskeleton, now broken and in disrepair from the fast but harsh journey through a man's digestive tract. Norman can feel the fox's hook tickle him a bit of the way out, but it's hardly an issue. The long, stained coat that's now wrapped around a rusted ribcage gives him more trouble, even. The worst part is the fox's skull, which takes a bit of effort to force out finally. But then it's done, and Norman feels a lot lighter for it. The heavy pile of crap left behind is now spread out on F.oxy's couch, steaming slightly in the air and smelling horrible. His skull sits right on top, half-buried in the muck now and the lower jaw missing somewhere else in the pile. The man barely regards it, though. He's grumbling over his fatter gut and tighter clothes and, worst of all, the fact that he's somehow still hungry after all of that. At this point...he might as well have a second. They're the only thing he's willing to choke down, even if they're not good for him.

Leaving the mass behind, Norman makes his way to a different room. He figures people don't care too much about M.onty either, so he should be a good second meal. The big alligator doesn't even seem to register the man at first, too busy wailing on the couch he turned into a punching bag. It's only when his long, thrashing tail is grabbed that he notices. And by then, it's too late, because Norman is sticking it into his jaws and slurping it down.

"Hey, whaddya think you're doing?!" M.onty tries to pull his tail back out, but Norman just gulps around it. Soon he's at the base of the gator's tail, and with a rather hard gulp, he's starting to work the ass in. M.onty lets out a roar as his body is forced to fold, knees meeting his chest. The gulping continues, sending his stomach and thighs down in tandem. M.onty tries to wiggle and push himself away, but all that does is get his hands lodged in Norman's gullet. Now he can only roar out angrily as he continues to sink deeper with each gulp. Soon, Norman is getting past his chest and shins. M.onty is snapping at the air and roaring out. Each gulp sinks him deeper and deeper and soon...his head and feet go down together with a final, wet swallow that drops him down into Norman's stomach. It bounces up and down, knocking out a massive belch from Norman that sends the gator's sunglasses flying out, all while M.onty does his best to thrash about.

Just like with F.oxy, Norman's gut is rumbling to life harshly. The man has to brace himself against the wall with how much M.onty is thrashing around, but his gut is sloshing wetly soon enough, and those detailed bulges of the snapping, roaring gator are sinking in on himself. His sharp claws grow duller, his snapping muzzle sinks down, the lumps made by his tail and limbs all merge together; and finally, with another thunderous belch and a final gurgling roar, Norman's gut goes soft and sloshy. He can feel a few more fading twitches from M.onty before the lump in his gut is still, and it's swiftly being reduced completely to water weight that's chugging down through his bowels. The gator had been even bigger than the fox, but Norman is pretty sure he went down even faster. Must have been the squirming...

Norman frowns as he tries to pull his shorts down and finds that it's...not easy. M.onty really piled onto his ass, another absolute calorie bomb. His thighs aren't much better, and his shorts are squeezing pretty tight now. Then there's also his shirt, which just doesn't come down over his gut anymore. It sticks out completely, heavy and soft from all the new weight. His chest and arms make the rest of his shirt rather tight as well. That's going to be an issue, he can tell. But his bowels rumble heavily, reminding him of a different issue. He finally gets his shorts down and squats, letting out a deep rumbling fart before a dense, brown log begins to crown and stretch him out. Norman is groaning around it, feeling the thick ropes of shit steadily coil up under him in a massive heap. Fake scales are embedded in the crap, giving it a sparkly green every so often, as well as more bits from what's left of M.onty's exoskeleton. The gator's claws come out one after another, tickling the man a bit as he passes them. "Bulky bastard..." Norman grunts as he squeezes out another few feet of shit. The pile is heaping up to his waist when he's finally pushing out what would count as a skull. M.onty's jaws are open wide, shit pushing through them, a few teeth missing and his mohawk only a few strands left over. It takes a few good pushes to get it out and Norman can hear the thunk it makes when it drops onto the pile. "Finally..."

Of course, even after dumping out two hulking animatronics, Norman can't help but find that his gut is still grumbling softly. This is all just annoying at this point, but he's not leaving until he's full...or he runs out of robots to eat. And he's starting to wonder if it'll be the second thing first. For now, he's heading out of M.onty's room, struggling to pull his shorts back up the whole way. B.onnie is the last 'expendable' robot, so he heads for the rabbit's room next. He gives up on getting his shorts over his ass again by the time he walks in.

B.onnie is currently...sleeping? The robot is laying back on his couch, his knees hanging off the end with a magazine over his face while he snoozed. Norman pauses for a moment to wonder if robots even need to sleep...before his stomach grumbles impatiently and he returns to his snacking. Hoisting up the robot's bulky feet, he opens wide and stuffs them in. He starts taking thick gulps, working his way up B.onnie's legs. That results in him climbing onto the couch as he eats, crawling forward with each thick gulp he takes. B.onnie is starting to shift a bit as his waist slips into the man's maw, but he's still out. His hands are taken in as Norman starts working up his stomach, then his chest. The magazine is casually tossed aside, and that seems to fully stir B.onnie. "Huh..? What's going o--" Norman's lips seal over B.onnie's face with another gulp. Just the rabbit's ears stick out of his mouth now, and with a slurp, the last of the robot is sent down the hatch.

Norman's gut bulges out under him once again, pressed down on the couch with the man resting on it. He's on the other side of the couch now, gut resting against the armrest B.onnie had been using as a pillow. B.onnie is starting to shift around inside, confusion growing into panic as the stomach walls churn and gurgle over him. By the time Norman lets out a heavy belch, the rabbit is full-on squirming around. "Hey, this...this isn't cool, man!" B.onnie calls out, face and hands pushing against the stomach walls as best they can. "I'm the entertainment, not the food! Hello? Are you listening?" The stomach walls churn harder and Norman belches again. His gut is beginning to shrink down, inches at a time as everything sinks inward. "H-Hey, hold on, we can work this out!" B.onnie yelps. "Please?" The stomach rumbles hard and suddenly shrinks down several inches at once, the bulges getting muted. "S-Somebody! Security! Get me outta here! Anyone?! Fred! Please--" Another wet gurgle, and Norman belches deeply, his stomach suddenly compacting with wet crunches and churns. His gut rounds out fast, pumping B.onnie away and turning him into a boiling slop. It's half the size it had been, Norman lazily rubbing along the side of it.

"So noisy...almost enough to give me a headache," Norman grumbles. He gives the side of his gut a few rough pats, making it wobble and slosh. Norman is starting to wish he just took his shorts off all the way, because with how tight they've gotten on his legs, he's not sure he could now at all. At least his ass is still exposed, which is weighing down on the band of the shorts. His gut is so large that it nearly touches the ground while he's resting on his hands and knees. His shirt has grown taut, and it's starting to rip at points of tension thanks to all the new weight. Norman is really starting to hope this is the last meal he needs. Speaking of...which a deep, wet rumble from his ass, Norman grunts and starts to push. B.onnie comes out soft and thick, coiling up on the couch behind Norman. At least the position he's in lets him handle this without needing to move. Other than little tufts of purple and the dense, ruined endoskeleon passing through, Norman found it to be a rather average dump. Easiest of the three by far. At least until he finds himself struggling over the skull, which takes a few tries to force out fully and onto the pile. By the time he's done and getting up again, the couch is filled up with shit, all that's left of B.onnie. And Norman finds his gut is still grumbling.

Well, there's only one animatronic left. Norman had been avoiding it out of some common courtesy--he figured the establishment could keep running so long as it had the face of the show walking around, even if the rest of the band was reduced to manure. But his impatient gut isn't having it, and so he's walking...er, waddling into the final dressing room.

F.reddy is sitting at his mirror when Norman walks in, but the bear perks up and looks over. "Oh, I didn't realize we were having guests right now! Hello, S.uperstar!" He rises to his feet with a smile and walks over to Norman. He does pause when he notices the state of the man--an annoyed look on his face, clothes that are several sizes too small, and his stomach is grumbling and gurgling wetly. "Is...something the matter?"

"Yeah, the food here is terrible, and the only thing that tastes remotely good is your bandmates." Norman gives the side of his gut a smack, making it wobble. "But they went through me too fast, and I'm still hungry. So...down you go." He grabs the bear animatronic by the arms and shovels his hands into his maw. Wet slurping starts, and F.reddy shakes from his shock by the time he's elbow deep.

"N-Now S.uperstar, I'm sure we can find something here that will satiate you so there's no need to be going to such drastic--" A wet slurp sucks his upper arms in. "--lengths..." Norman's maw yawns open wide before his face, tongue slurping over his face. "Oh no..." His head is shoveled in, a thick gulp sucks it down, and Norman is working down the bear's sturdy chest and stomach. F.reddy tries to dig into the ground with his feet, but Norman hefts him up and begins to slurp the bear's legs down. His fat gut bulges out with a wet slosh as F.reddy drops inside, the final massive course to this meal. Once his twitching feet are slurped up, it's over, and Norman lets out a deep huff once the weight settles inside of him.

With a deep belch, Norman seats himself on the chair in front of F.reddy's mirror. Despite how fat he's gotten after the last three meals, his gut is still stretched rather tightly around F.reddy, so it's easy to tell exactly what has ended up in the man's gut. The large bear is still shifting around, pushing on the walls that are compacting him into place. Norman's gut is already churning wetly, getting ready to work down yet another robotic snack. At this point, he's not even expecting F.reddy to satisfy him--he's doing it on the principle of such poor service. Or something like that. He's more so worried about justifying all the weight he's put on than devouring the P.izzaplex's star attractions.

F.reddy is already stammering something about 'lifetime coupons', but Norman isn't listening. He pats a hand to his gut, pushing down slightly, already feeling it growing softer. The large animatronic bear is compacting down, melting, turning into gut slush just as easily as his bandmates did. He's just junk food, really. As bad as anything else Norman could have gotten to eat around here, but tastier and at least somewhat filling. As the bulge sinks inward and the defined lumps smooth out, F.reddy's resistance quickly wanes. There's a final, bubbly "S...S.uperstar...please..." before Norman shoves down on the bulge of the head and belches out, reducing the star of the company into nothing but thick chyme. Though that's at least a more sightly appearance than what he'll become soon, as all that chyme sinks deeper through Norman's system.

The weight is a serious issue for him, though. He can hear his clothes tearing as a lot of F.reddy piles onto his figure. He's completely naked before long, grumbling over the lost clothing as he sits on the scraps. By now, his gut is a massive, soft ball that stinks out perpetually by nearly a foot. His limbs have all gotten much thicker and his ass fills out the chair a little too much. Even his face has gotten much rounder, though it doesn't do much to soften that annoyed expression he's wearing. He's going to have to really work on burning this weight...

However, the only weight Norman is truly worried about at the moment is the one bubbling in his bowels. He gets to his feet with a grunt and keeps himself squatting over the chair he'd been sitting in. He pushes, wincing slightly as a bassy fart comes from him first. The smell is getting worse. But it's nothing compared to the raw stench made by the thick, dense log of crap Norman is pushing out. Whatever's left of F.reddy is heaping up on his chair now, tan faux fur and scraps of metal and wire baked into the mass. The ruined exoskeleton comes out occasionally, making Norman groan as he feels the awkward shapes stretch him out further. There's heavy thuds as the massive logs begin to spill over the sides of the chair and pile up on the floor around it. Norman doesn't pause at all, just doing his best to void his bowels of all the dead weight. One of the last things to stretch out the man's hole is the skull, barely recognizable as the famous, friendly bear. It's just worn-down metal sticking out of a brown log of shit. A few more logs squeeze out and Norman is finally, truly done.

A deep sigh escapes the man and he stands up again, taking a few steps away from the pile. It's mostly buried the chair now, sitting high enough to reflect in the mirror. Norman waves the air away with a groan. Looking around the room, he finds that there's lots of random F.reddy merch sitting around. He's able to find some sweatpants and a hoodie among it all. The pants are a bit tight and the hoodie doesn't fully cover his gut, but it's enough that it'll last for the trip back home. He walks past the pile without a second glance, just glad to be escaping the stinking room.

Norman rubs along his stomach as he waddles his way past all of the rooms, each window open to show off the four piles that the band has been reduced into. "Even the talent is just cheap food..." Norman sighs. His stomach is settled down, though. But it really had to take all four of them to sate his hunger? He's going to be leaving a very poor review of the place when he gets home. This is just terrible service! Of course, his review won't mean much compared to the others that'll come pouring in after. Nobody wants to come to the P.izzaplex just to look at four stinking piles of shit, after all.

[vore-scientist]

Ok so a while back I RP’d (ish. More like discussed the scenario we never played it out. Or the scenarios? Idk) something super fucked up but wildly entertaining. I’m on mobile so I’m gonna try to put this under a readmore bc cw for fatal and abuse. But the set up is yonah get caught by an evil circus and uhhhhh not great things happen to him. (Think if it like… the circus in appa’s lost days but worse. Way worse. My RP partner had not yet seen that episode we were on season 1 of atla and I Somehow managed to not spoil it though this?)

So basically the circus buys monsters that monster hunters trap to use as sideshows/in the circus ring. Yonah is a very interesting magic monster because in the context of the world this is in, yonah just appeared there! It’s not the mystic woods world. And giants are thought to be *extinct. So yonah is a very unique monster to have. His presence sells a lot of tickets.

They have him in the circus ring and show off how strong he is. Have a person stick their head in his jaws like with a Lion to show they’ve tamed him. Try to set him on fire to show off that this magical beast is fire proof.

But every so often they stage an “accident”. See this circus is known for danger. To the patrons. This is known and people still attend.

What they do is before some shows they will starve yonah to the point of savagery/ferality . I’m talking no food for a few days. And on the day of the show manage to get a random audience member to heckle yonah. Causing yonah to snap and devour them. Sometimes eating them whole sometimes not, but killing them. This is peak entertainment, the crowd loves this. Because it’s a fucked up little world. (Why isn’t the circus shut down? Who knows. The greater politics and law and order in that world aren’t well defined.)

After eating yonah will regain his sense of personhood. Though it’s usually a few hours later. And he’s extremely distraught every time. There’s some janitorial staff (idk what the term would be??? They clean up the circus and the beats cages and the beasts! Sometimes feed the beasts) They who are more kind to him and the other poor beasties the circus has and they try to comfort him but while cuddles would be nice he is not in the mood for holding smalls after devouring one in a rabid frenzy.

At some point yonah acts out and is punished by being tricked into devouring one of the nice janitors. He had a hard time after that.

That’s all. Well. Not really. The rest is a little more whimsical? Ish.

Eventually he break free (oh and with Sophia who the circus eventually captures as well and uses threats against her to keep yonah in line, lucky for them because yonah had been starting to contrive means to escape. They said that if he or Sophia show inclinations if rebellion they’d feed another of the nice caretakers to him). He breaks free with other beasts and they wander the woods before finding an underground city where a population of giants took refuge long ago due to conflicts with humans. There’s some drama because I the king of the dwarves learns that yonah ate his son (safely). A crown prince who the dwarven king adopted (the prince is a Naga. Yonah often ate the Naga as part of the show but it was always safe. A very popular show to watch the giant slurp the snake monster like a big noodle). And as they neared the entrance to the city it was winter outside so yonah’s solution to the reptilian prince not dying in the cold was also noms XD

[thatboxylady]

yknow one thing that's never really talked about is thrust's whole reaction to megatron nomming sparks like at a buffet- he's probably horrified for 2 reasons, one is that at any given point, that could be his spark, and if we know from how tankor had rhinox's memories, he probably knows from waspy's memories that megatron didn't really gave a damn about his own predacon troops so,, he's just worried he (and by extension strika and obsidian) could be next at any moment

OH my god. Sparkwar Part 3: The Siege. Holy shit.

I have. So many feelings about this scene.

For starters, this is my favorite scene in the series. It's so so so poignant that Thrust is the one who walks in on and witnesses Megatron's spark cannibalism for a fistful of reasons. He's the last of the Vehicon generals without his "own" spark at this point in the series, right? Strika and Obsidian aren't shell programs like he, Tankor, and Jetstorm were. Thrust is an outlier in the Spark War late S2 in terms of his origins and his relationship with his own borrowed spark [see: Waspinator]. Thrust's experiences are explicitly unique. He's a Transformer "pretender" without the one element that would make him a true Cybertronian, his own spark, and is therefore an outsider on the fringes of a dead society he could never be truly accepted in.

Waspinator calls Thrust a brooding loner once, and he was right. Thrust is a loner. He is alone. He has no friends (anymore), no future, and is objectively a slave when you take full consideration into how he has literally nowhere else to go. To abandon Megatron is to bring death on you. Where dying is concerned, every alternative is preferable...

SO, this very horrifying scene has so much more weight when viewed by Thrust. He has had Waspinator forcibly removed from him before. He knows exactly what it's like to be helpless and at the mercy of Megatron's influence, both through his own experiences as Thrust the shell program and Waspinator's sparkbound memories. Thrust has experienced Death Lite (c) having his spark extracted, and Waspinator remembers being a disembodied spark twice before with all the terror that comes with it. Thrust understands what those sparks Megatron consumes are going through as a result... right up to the point where Megatron slurps them up like a damn slushie. If sparks are meant to go to the Allspark when their time is up, what happens when they're more than just extinguished? What happens when they're just completely and utterly snuffed being absorbed into this monster that you've been following this whole time? Was that what he had planned for all of them?

For Tankor, a co-worker he regrets never getting to know?

For Jetstorm, a friend he regrets not keeping closer?

For him?

Look:

It's all in the eyes.

Thrust just had a terabyte sized epiphany within the span of about three seconds.

The Maximals are animals, but Thrust has realized, full stop, that Megatron is a goddamn monster. He's a beast machine with delusions of godhood about to be realized... and this is the moment that Thrust has come to grips that he's been locked the cage with him this whole time. It's one of the best show-don't-tell moments in the whole show and you FEEL how mortified Thrust is just by seeing it in his face.

Guess what else?

I also happen to hate this scene.

I hate this scene so very very very much, because this would have been the absolute best moment for Thrust to have a heel–face turn and defect to the Maximals... which doesn't happen. The BM writers gave Thrust an anti-hero status the second they labelled him as potentially being Silverbolt, right? When that storyline dropped off in favor of the whole left-field Waspinator gag, they didn't resolve it further than that... so, the avenue to make it come full circle right there and then was wide open. Thrust was, for all intents and purposes, still designated an anti-hero character with no resolution. He and Blackarachnia (and Jetstorm + Silverbolt by extension) never had their own personal story interconnected with one another resolved, either.

Thrust could have seen this moment of Megatron's true nature as a monster and used it to finally stand up against him.

To show Megatron that he's not just some slave worthy of being not just a drone, not just mindless, worthy of his own free will given to him.

To show the Maximals that he's not just a slightly better version of Waspinator.

To show Blackarachnia he's more than just the spark he carries, and that his choices to save her were all his.

To show Silverbolt... something. Anything that might make the other mech give him a sign that Jetstorm really is gone, that he wasn't betrayed, so that he might be able to move on.

Megatron's moment of absolute disregard for life, snuffing out light, could have been Thrust's moment to shine and find his own.

And Thrust wasn't allowed to take it.

And I'm sad about that.

But it's comforting to know that Thrust did recognize what was happening. Maybe in another timeline he uses that knowledge to do the heel-face turn he deserved and be part of the solution that finally brought Megatron down. The irony in that would have been so beautiful.

Megatron being destroyed by Optimus was Megatron simply getting his just deserts, but Megatron being destroyed with the assistance of Thrust would have been part of a desperately needed justice.

(I know a big bit that the writers talked about was BM being purposely all planned out and having everyone's stories wrap up nicely, but Thrust was done damn dirty. Jetstorm too, by extension. I will fight everyone on this to the death.)

I need to end this on a funny note though so lemme just say it's good that Jetstorm was dead because he would have looked at Thrust and whispered "I don't kinkshame biker boy but for vore I'm making a strong exception" in a terrified little voice, and Thrust would have reflexively punched him in the face as a kneejerk horror response.

[ruins-foster]

Crunchy woman. Another OC 💪🗣️ Her name is Dian-Diva, and I kinda tried to design her since she has been an OC for a bit without any proper appearance—so. Might redesign—but her current species is Rosanguis 🗣️🤜 Born as hideous little gremlins (her siblings are the little ugly things at the bottom), and depending on how they choose their life style (good vs bad) determines their appearance and beauty as they develop. Diva is filled with curiosity so she took a more human appearance 😪, but she’s scared of anything new and even scared to leave her mansion so her legs ended up wobbly and weak. Every Rosanguis has thorns, horns and a tail though. Which are needed for their life source, blood (her diet is just raw meat). Stabs the meat with her thorns and slurps. YUH! ALSO I still never slept teehee 💥

OH, and the reason for her lack of clothing is because her body is covered in thorns 👺 yuh (I should have probably made her stockings a bit shredded. OKAY BYE!)

Edit: Whoops, forgot to add the context of the image. Diva lives in the forest but near enough to a village. And as she is made out of roses in a way (when her thorns fall off, they turn into poisonous roses), they have a very strong—smell. Aroma. An aroma that messes with your silly little brain and lures you towards him just so you can grab it and be pricked by it (they also nom on blood rather than sunlight). So a myth started near this village that if you go far enough in the forest you uh—get lured by some hot babe I mean by some chick and get eated, yes. Bye again ! (this was edited)

[iffoundreturntosea]

March 4, Day 63/64

Day 63 2015

Me & Niece!

#love #niece #lovemyniece #lovebeingauntcece #picoftheday #project365 #day63

Such a lucky aunt.

Day 64 2016

Hideaway

#barn #old #fallingdown #trees #springiscoming #grass #nature #outdoors #getoutside #green #shadesofgreen #march #picoftheday #project365 #day64

Dad was driving by this barn every day from work and picked me up one day so that I could capture this beautiful shot. The grass was so perfectly vibrantly green and the sky was clear blue. Felt like everything aligned just right.

Day 63 2017

Raindrops after dark

#rain #raindrops #grass #night #dark #nature #outdoors #getoutside #closeup #macro #march #picoftheday #project365 #day63

Day 63 2018

Boots (and a little bit of me)

#pup #dog #dogsofinstagram #eye #reflection #soulful #theeyesofmarch #march #picotheday #project365 #day63

One of the many dogs that I took care of on weekends at the vet clinic. Plenty of time to torture them with photographs too! ahaha

Day 63 2019

That is me about 17 years ago (give or take a couple years).

#clarinet #band #highschool #ifeelold #marchingband #goldenpride #marchingmusic #whenthesaintsgomarchingin #music #sheetmusic #nationalmarchingmusicday #march #march4 #2019 #nationalday #nationaldaycalendar #picoftheday #project365 #day63

Day 64 2020

Noms at the feeder

#cardinal #malecardinal #bird #redbird #food #seeds #nature #atthefeeder #march #march4 #2020 #picoftheday #project365 #day64

This is the feeder in my grandpa's backyard. I have to sit so dang still for these shots! Ha

Day 63 2021

Slurp 🐝🌸

#bee #snack #slurp #beetongue #flower #macro #outdoors #nature #march #march4 #2021 #picoftheday #project365 #day63

Day 63 2022

My first grape hyacinth of the season 💜

#flower #wildflower #springiscoming #firsthyacinth #grapehyacinth #littlebeauty #march #march4 #2022 #picoftheday #project365 #day63

One of my favorite little flowers!

Day 63 2023

Winston is getting a head start on spring break.

#beach #lunchbreak #winston #waves #water #seafoam #bluesky #beautifulday #march #march4 #2023 #picoftheday #project365 #day63

Day 64 2024

One of my new sticker designs is sparkly and partially see through and of course colorful! Love it all!

#sticker #dailytheme #sparkle #color #love #seethrough #heart #march #march4 #2024 #picoftheday #project365 #day64

Feel free to order yours today! 😉 www.ourpowerscombinedstudio.com

[0pticblast]

Day 85

I never realized that I start and end the day with Ashley a few days throughout the week. She notices that when she'll mention she likes this song and that song that I'll add it to my playlist the next time she's in my car. We've shared uncomfortable silence especially the times where we're both super hungry so all you hear are the utensils clinging and clanging, the noodles slurping, and the noms. She tells me that it's hard to bring things up because people get bored but I told her I'm here to listen even if it's topics that takes me a bit to understand. We relate on childhood trauma on how we're supposed to be productive and have this hustle mentality but to be honest sometimes we just need to rest. We figured shit out together and I'm glad that we can work together as a team. Being vocal is something I'm still getting used to but I think I'm getting the hang of it.

[dravidssideblog]

Seeing micros in food is far from surprising. The little guys will practically jump into your mouth if you let them. Something about it being part of their life cycle, where they spread seeds like fruit after being digested..? I dunno, but they sure are tasty. However, when my friend lead me to a popsicle stand, it was a little… uncomfortable at first glance; micros were frozen solid inside the popsicles.

Now eating micros is one thing, but something about eating a corpse just turns my stomach. I know they consented to it, but… "Are they… dead?"

"Actually? No," my friend says. "C'mon, you'll love it, just trust me." We get in line, and when it's our turn, my friend puts some money on the counter. "Two pops please!"

We receive our pops, a seal in strawberry for my friend and a polar bear in watermelon for me. I stare at the motionless bear inside; are they really alive in there? Well, I guess I'll find out. Lick by lick, I enjoy my watermelon popsicle, wearing down the ice until my tongue finally tastes the micro's fur. Even if they're alive, it's still uncomfortable for them to be so still and cold, so I avoid the fur for now and just lick away at the flavored ice. Eventually, the micro's head is mostly uncovered, so I pop their head in my mouth to lick off the remaining ice and thaw them.

Then, thankfully, the micro's head starts moving. I pull my mouth off and look my meal in the eyes. "Oh, good, I was hoping you'd start moving soon."

"Yeah, I was hoping I'd wake up too. Would've sucked to sleep through the good part. So, enjoying your meal?"

"Well of course, I just got to the treat at the center!" I give the micro's face a big lick, and pull away to see them grinning and blushing. "So, are you comfortable in there? I didn't know micros could survive being frozen like that."

"Most probably can't, but polar bears can! You think this coat of fur is just for show? We're MADE for the cold! As for comfortable… Eh, not really. Still, I'd rather be sleeping in ice than having to wait while awake for someone to come eat me."

I nod. "Makes sense." I resume licking, going down to taste the ice then dragging my tongue up over the micro's head. Gradually, more of their body is thawed out, shoulders, chest, arms. I've always loved the texture of micro fur, but feeling it so cold is a new experience. Though it doesn't stay cold for long, their body gradually warming both naturally and from my tongue. It's fun, like I'm reviving a creature frozen in a glacier! And then having it for dinner.

Once their hands are freed, my licks start accidentally taking their arms into my mouth. Then I do it not-so-accidentally and give their arm a good slurping, licking and sucking to get all that sweet micro flavor.

I finally let it slip out, and the micro (blushing intensely) stares at their saliva-soaked arm. "Whoa… I'm surprised it's still attached after all that."

"Nah, I don't bite micros. Can't stand the taste of blood. Plus, you're more fun to eat whole."

"Heh, can't argue with tha-"

I nom my mouth over the micro's whole upper body, licking over every inch of them, getting every last drop of that watermelon flavoring from their fur.

At last, I pull away, and the micro takes heavy breaths. "… Do that again!"

"Patience, little treat, you're still half-frozen~" I turn my focus back to the popsicle, only letting my tongue drag over part of the micro. The micro has other ideas, though, and bends over wherever possible to meet my tongue with their whole body. With the ice getting drippy, the micro's legs are freed rather quickly, and as less of the micro is supported by the ice, I have to hold the popsicle upright so that they can stand up straight and not flop around.

Suddenly, when only the micro's feet remain frozen, the remaining ice starts to slide down the popsicle stick, pushed by the weight of the micro. The micro yelps and leans forward just in time to avoid a stick to the crotch. Finally, the ice is stopped by my fingers at the bottom of the stick.

"… Oh no~" the micro says, putting their arms behind the stick. "It'd be so awful if I were tied to this and licked mercilessly for a few hours~"

"Oh? You want to wait even longer to get in my belly?"

The micro starts to respond, then thinks for a second. "… Well, I'm not the one in control, am I~? I'm just a helpless subject of the whims of a giant predator~"

I love these little guys. I grab the micro and start pulling them up the popsicle stick, dragging the ice along with them. I pull them fully off, then with them safely held in my hand, I start licking at the ice around their feet. The already-melting ice vanishes quickly, and I slurp the micro's feet into my mouth to tongue-tease them, prompting ticklish giggles from them.

Once the feet are sufficiently tasted, I hold the micro at eye level. "So, little snack, any last words before I devour you whole~?"

"Oh, uh… Nah! Let's just get to the main course!"

Without further ado, I shove the micro head-first into my mouth, sloshing them around and licking them all over. They wrestle with my tongue, and always end up losing~ Or maybe they're just hugging it. Regardless, I shove them into my cheeks and against the roof, even pinning them underneath the tongue, making sure they get to experience every part of my mouth like the snack they are.

Once I've had my fun, and once the micro is to worn out to wrestle my tongue any further, I get them positioned nice and comfy on my tongue, give them a moment to rest… and then swallow them down~ As usual with such a large foodstuff, the journey down the throat is slow and noticeable; I place a finger on my neck to feel their bulge as it passes, and even as it descends out of sight I feel every inch of their trip, until they finally fall into my stomach~

After a moment, I feel them start to move around in there, touching at the stomach walls. "How's it feel in there?" I ask.

A faint, muffled shout calls in response. "…eally hot!…..love it!…"

"Glad to hear it, snack. Enjoy your stay! I certainly enjoyed the meal…"

[cyncerity]

Sizeshifter!Tommy au where he noms SBI and Beeduo all at once? He grows just big enough to where they all fit nice and snug in there and he can feel all them. Big man just wants to hold his family close and keep them safe!

I wrote this as quickly as I could because this prompt gave me so much brain rot. It also gave me an excuse to write one of my favorite vore tropes: overstuffed preds 💖

tw: vore

“Yes!!” Tommy yelled after his 5th consecutive win against the rest of his friends and family in Mario Kart. He heard the rest of them groan as he laughed harder at their defeat. “Alright, Tubbo, you came in last, you know what that means…” Tommy snickered as he leaned closer to Tubbo. The brunette simply laughed as he shoved Tommy’s face back. “Yeah, yeah, I owe you, but I have a feeling you’re gonna wanna cash that favor in now, aren’t you?” Tommy grinned mischievously in response. “Oh, you know me so well.”

Tommy and Tubbo scrambled off the couch and went to the living room as the other 4 continued to play. In a matter of no time Tommy was a giant, approximately 45 ft in height. Not huge, but big enough so that Tubbo had room in his stomach. And as soon as he reached that height, Tubbo shoved his arm in his mouth with a sly, silly grin. Tommy’s response to this was to close his mouth around Tubbo’s torso and slurp the rest of him in like a noodle, making the now much smaller boy burst into giggles. He licked him for a few minutes before getting impatient and swallowing him down, the now familiar feeling of the warm, squirming lump traveling down his throat bringing the shifter bliss. Tommy laid back, closed his eyes, and put a hand on his stomach as he felt Tubbo enter his belly, fully content to lay their the rest of the day.

“Tommy, get back in here, we’re starting another game!!” Tommy heard Wilbur shout. He peeked an eye open. Surely they knew he was giant right now, right? They had to have known what he and Tubbo had gone into the other room to do, they’d have to be stupid not to know. Tommy sighed and made his way back to the dining room where Mario Kart was set up, laying on his stomach (which Tubbo didn’t seem to mind, surprisingly), only bothering to fit his top half in the room. “Oh, there you are! Can you still use one of these?” Ranboo held a controller to Tommy, who’s face remained deadpan as he lifted his hand to compare it to the controller, which was barely the size of his finger nail. “Right, I guess that makes sense…” Ranboo continued a bit awkwardly. “You wanna just watch this round then, Toms?” Phil asked. Tommy shrugged and nodded as Techno started the game.

A few minutes later, Wilbur came out on top, with Ranboo being the loser. Tommy chuckled as Wilbur continued to gloat his victory to patronize Ranboo, when the mocking finally died down and the attention was surprisingly turned to him.

“Alright, Ranboo, new rule for the night: you lose, youre sleeping in the giant.” Wilbur said nonchalantly. Tommy’s face turned to one of utter confusion before he laughed a bit as an argument broke out between Wilbur and Ranboo. Ok, this could be something he could get behind. He was always up for the chance to nom his friends.

Soon Ranboo stared at Tommy with tired eyes as he pushed his lips open. Tommy quickly closed his mouth around the teen and threw his head back as hard as he could and swallowed down Ranboo in one gulp, taking Ranboo by surprise and making Wilbur lose it with laughter. Tommy rearranged himself as he felt Ranboo enter his stomach and Tubbo move over to make more room so that he was now lying on his back, watching the tv upside down. He looked down at his gut.

He had noted a while ago that 50ft was the minimum height he could be to swallow both Ranboo and Tubbo, that being the minimum height where they weren’t crowded and Tommy still felt full while not showing any signs of having eat someone from the outside. At his current 45ft, though, his friends started to make a bump on his gut. Nothing too noticeable unless someone was looking for it, but there nonetheless.

A few minutes later, Techno lost. “Alright, rules of the night, Techno,” Wilbur said as he shoved his twin brother towards Tommy, “down the hatch you go.” Techno just rolled his eyes, not excited or anything but seemingly not opposed to the idea. Tommy was beginning to think this wasn’t such a great idea anymore. Yeah, having two people fill his stomach was nice, but he was fairly certain that two was his max. It was already a little cramped as it was. God, if he even managed to fit Techno in their, would it give him a stomach ache? Tommy negotiated the idea of growing bigger so there’d be more room in his belly, but he had never attempted to shift with people in him, so he dropped the idea.

Nevertheless, a few moments later Tommy found himself watching the bulge of his stomach grow slightly, maybe a half inch to him, bigger as Techno entered his gut. The organ growled around its new occupant, probably realizing (just as Tommy had) that there was already to much stuff in his belly. Tommy drowsily rubbed his stomach and felt internal rubs back as he heard Phil shout from the couch, their last race seemingly over. Wilbur stood up and began shouting for a rematch. Tommy closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Rematch or not, one of them was going to end up in him, and he didn’t know if he could physically take that. He wasn’t sure where the point of unhealthy weight in someone’s stomach was, but he was sure he was close to reaching it. He’d never felt so full before, and he didn’t know if that was a bad thing or not. It’s didn’t hurt like he thought it would, and so much motion under his skin made a shiver run up his spine and melt his muscles in the best way possible. Of course, that could all change once a fourth person entered his stomach. He’d only ever eaten three at most, and at that point in time he was about 150-200 ft tall, so this get entirely different.

Phil proudly and snuggly pushed Wilbur towards Tommy, who readied himself as he picked up Wilbur and carefully placed him in his jaws. Tommy took slow, small swallows just in case any harsh or fast movements would give him a stomach ache. Phil seemed to notice his sons’s dilemma, though, and moved towards Tommy to rub his stomach, trying to push his occupants aside to make room for Wilbur, and making Tommy let out a sigh and start purring, to blissful to even feel embarrassed.

“Wil’s idea cause you a bellyache, mate?” Phil asked, continuing to rub Tommy’s gut as it swelled even more with Wilbur’s entry, giving another, louder low growl at the added weight. Tommy groaned slightly and nodded. Phil gave him a sympathetic smile and he placed his hands on the organ to rub it, and felt a second pair of hands rubbing from the inside. Tommy seemed to be on the verge if sleep, the over-stuffing making him drowsy.

“Does it hurt, Toms?” Tommy shook his head. “Then, do you mind if I go in?” Phil said as he laid a hand on Tommy’s gut. Tommy nodded as he picked Phil up, begrudgingly standing as best he could and moving to the living room where he could throw the couch cushions on the floor and make a makeshift bed, feeling the most likely equally drowsy people in his belly slide down the walls of the stomach as their surroundings shifted. Tommy soon felt them start to try and get into a comfortable position after having been moved, and out of curiosity looked down at his stomach. He was surprised to see that not only had Wilbur added probably another quarter inch to his distended gut, but he could make out their movements from inside him. To him, it only looked like his stomach had swollen about two inches bigger, but he could just barely make out when someone pushed at him or leaned their full body weight against his organ. It might have been somewhat disturbing to anyone other than Tommy, but at the moment, the young shifter was to entranced by the fact that now he could actually feel and see what was going on in his belly to care.

Once they reached the living room, Phil got gently popped into Tommy’s mouth as he began to take the couches apart before he was swallowed down, reaching the stomach within seconds, everyone else who had been eaten already fast alsesp. Phil chuckled as he felt his world shift as Tommy laid back down, rubbing what he assumed to be the front of the stomach.

“Hey, Toms?” “Yeah?” “How about next time, best two out of three?” Tommy only chuckled, poking where he felt Phil rubbing his stomach. “Oh, it’s so on.”

[curvylizzie]

Nikki is quite forceful coming on to you! Your constant asks for tummy rubs must have gotten to her! And she finally got you alone and snapped to act out her fantasies. She thrusts herself bodily against you as she seeks out your other nipple. You feel her HUGE wet boobs slippery and bouncing along your breasts and atop your gigantic baby-bump! You also can feel the even firmer roundness of her tummy pressed snug and slippery into yours! She gets your other tit in her mouth and the sucking is definitely bringing up milk this time! Your hand slides over her slick thigh to grope her rather plentiful backside. And then you slide back around to between her legs. She spreads to give you better access while still rubbing her hugely pregnant figure all over your tits and tummy, and suckling your breast. You feel her inner wetness on your fingers quite distinct from the running water. "You just…" Nikki gasps out taking breaths between gulps of milk, the liquid running cloudy through the cascading water. "You just look so GOOD! So full and ripe and BIG!" slurp, "And yet that massive belly on that tiny body!" gulp! "There was something about you that is just irresistible." gulp! "I don't DO things like this!" NOM "But my hands on your tummy were making me SO WET! And you kept making me do it!" Your fingers continue to work between her legs all the while her hands are trying to find every sensitive spot in reach of your massively maternal body from where you are sitting. And you can still feel your belly growing, Nikki pressed into it as you swell larger and larger under the downpour of nice, warm water!

Two massively pregnant women having sex?! 🥵🥵🥵 and on top I'm still growing?!

[philicheesecake]

Do any of your preds use vore as a comfort or a sign of affection? Also, who’s this Oa guy from the “unwilling” pic? o3o

Absolutely! Daki might not be a softie, but he is kind of touch-starved but doesn’t know how to properly display affection, so he loves to eat his little human friend Sam (owned by @noodle-slurp) and he’s declaimed them as his comfort food.

Lexie also is the sort to eat their friends. They’re a silly goof, but they still have a big heart and she wants to keep her friends safe.

(Ancient sketches of Lexie and her girlfriend)

My dude Polo is also one for comfort noms! I haven’t posted much of him yet, though I intend to write more about him in the future.

As for Oa- He’s actually Lexie’s dad. He was born into the Krynne giant clan where he was originally going to be raised like the rest of the giants; as a killing machine, and a weapon against humanity. This took an unexpected turn when his clan was attacked by hunters when he was just seven years old. According to the Unseen Legion records, the hunters exterminated all of the clan members, though two hunters named Danny and Nat Samaritan took pity on young Oa and rescued the young giantling from the massacre, raising him as their own son.

He grew up just like any ordinary human under the loving care of his dads, and used the help of alchemic ice to disguise himself as human for most of the time. He eventually married a human and had Lexie as a daughter, whom he has a very close bond with. With his normal upbringing, he grew up with no instincts, and he never ate any human.

Unknown to him, his twin brother, Kole actually survived the Unseen Legion’s invasion, and he and a clan Elder fled to live on their own in the wilderness. I plan for the twins to meet eventually, which could be interesting, given how different they are, and how repulsed Kole would likely be at Oa’s sympathy towards humans.

[aslitheryprinx]

What if in nom therapy au, as a prank, Tommy took a shrinking potion (and set up the ender pearl stasis) and snuck onto Wilburs plate? Would Wilbur even notice Tommy, or just swallow him before he realized there was something wrong?

We can say Tommy made sure Wilbur was eating something soft that didnt need much chewing if we dont want to bother considering Wilbur accidentally chewing on Tommy without being gentle.

Ooooh I love this idea! Honestly, I could see both Tommy and Wilbur trying to pull this on someone when they're tiny. I'll focus on Tommy, though.

It would definitely be a bit complicated to pull something like this off. It wouldn't work at Nom Therapy, of course, since you always expect a tiny in your food. At some point when they're hanging out, however, that might work.

Of course, Tommy will probably need some outside help to really get this prank to work.

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Surprise!

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Tommy felt giddy as he crept through Phil's backyard. He and Tubbo had been planning this prank for weeks. Phil was in on it too, of course, since it was his house they'd be sneaking around in.

The cover story was that he was at home being force to work on an assignment he'd put off. It was believable enough... he just didn't tell Phil that he actually was postponing working on homework for this.

According to Phil's mission report- also known as a text- Wilbur had laughed at his plight, not suspicious at all. Bitch. That was just one more reason to pull this prank perfectly. That, and he still needed revenge for the sauce incident.

First, he had to get inside.

Just like they planned, Tubbo was waiting by a window near the back of Phil's house, under the guise of using the restroom. He slid it open, and Tommy climbed through as quietly as he could. Tubbo had a maniacal grin on his face that Tommy matched, barely holding back his laugh.

He could hear the muffled sounds of Wilbur and Phil chatting a few rooms away. He dug the tiny pearl stasis chamber out of his pocket and handed it to Tubbo. His friend had brought the shrinking potion- apparently Eret made really good quality ones. Tommy took the small vial, and dumped it in his mouth.

The citrus flavor was a little more bitter than the kind they had at Nom Therapy, and Tommy grimaced a little. When the pins and needles started, however, it was much less intense. Huh. Guess whoever made NT's sacrificed a little bit of the smoothness for taste.

He hadn't even shrunk all the way down yet when Tubbo crouched down and scooped him up with a gentle motion. Even when rushed, he never moved quickly enough to disorient Tommy. Tubbo always handled shrunken people so expertly; it was easy to tell how used to it he was.

Once the potion had stopped and Tommy recovered from the effects, Tubbo held out the stasis chamber. He chucked the pearl inside, and Tubbo slid into a spare room, setting it on a dresser. Then he carefully slid Tommy into his pocket and walked back to the kitchen.

Tommy couldn't see where everyone was, so he had to use his other senses to guess. He could hear Wilbur a little clearer than Phil, who's voice was drowned out a little by the sounds in the kitchen. He assumed Phil was making dinner now. He mourned the loss of a chance to eat Phil's cooking, but he'd eaten before he came. Ah least he hadn't missed out on a Niki meal.

It felt like Tubbo was climbing up to sit, so he'd probably taken a seat at the bar. Wilbur's voice had gotten a lot louder; he was likely on the seat next to Tubbo.

Tommy played with the remote in his pocket while he waited. The stasis chamber he'd bought didn't have the automatic timer like the ones at Nom Therapy. A feature that fancy was a little out of his price range. It could still be activated by remote, or even just manually. It was probably better this way anyways, now Tommy could stay in Wilbur's stomach as long as he wanted.

This plan had been made very carefully. It wasn't like he could sneak around Wilbur's house while he was tic tac sized, so Tubbo was a necessary part in his plan. And Tubbo and Wilbur didn't hang out by themselves very often, so Phil got roped into the prank as well.

That turned out to be a good thing; with Phil's help, they could plan what food Tommy would actually be sneaking into. There was a reason noms were usually done in controlled environments. There was always the chance that since Wilbur might not notice him in the bite of food, he would just crunch down on the food... and Tommy.

Of course, Tommy would respawn, but that wasn't a fun process. An accident like that would probably traumatize both of them for a while.

But Tommy had been eaten by Wilbur dozens of times. It was a strange knowledge, but he knew how the man ate. He knew exactly the food that was unlikely to get him chomped. Wilbur had a strange habit of barely chewing spaghetti. Very often, he would simply slurp the noodles down whole. Tommy, who was often on those noodles or wrapped up in them, teased him about it. It was one of the few dishes where Wilbur didn't nibble on him for a while before swallowing. It was the perfect meal to hide in.

He wondered what was taking so long. It was hard to follow a conversation from inside a pocket, and he was getting bored. There wasn't much to do besides play with the remote. He'd started tossing it up, catching it with one hand.

Suddenly, his world shifted as Tubbo stood up. He fell against the lip of the pocket, fumbling the remote. It slipped out of his hands, and fell what seemed like hundreds of feet down to the floor.

Well fuck. Tommy sat back, embarrassed. Tubbo kept walking, so he probably hadn't noticed the remote. That meant he'd have to wait for one of his friends to manually activate the stasis chamber. He just knew he was going to be teased relentlessly for this.

He hadn't really been paying attention to what was going on; he'd heard something about Tubbo helping with the plates maybe? So it came as a surprise when Tubbo's hand suddenly came in the pocket. His fingers wrapped around Tommy, gently plucking him out.

He was deposited on the edge of a plate that was piled high with steaming spaghetti. He grinned at his friend before wiggling into the mass of noodles. He felt slight movement as his plate was carried over to Wilbur.

Now came the fun part. His goal was to go unnoticed as long as possible, preferably until he was actually in Wilbur's mouth.

It was hard to move around with the spaghetti curled all around him, but he managed to keep ducking back into cover whenever Wilbur scooped up a bite. During one twirl of his fork, Tommy took the opportunity. He grabbed onto the noodles, getting a couple more wrapped around him. He was on the bottom of the fork, so Wilbur didn't see him as he was raised to his friend's mouth.

Wilbur's mouth closed around him, and he pulled the noodles off the fork, Tommy with them. Like he expected, Wilbur didn't even chew, simply slurping the noodles down in one go.

Wilbur made a choked sound as he swallowed, and Tommy burst into laughter as he slipped into Wilbur's stomach. Their prank had gone perfectly, and he could hear Wilbur's confusion from outside.

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Wilbur liked spaghetti. Wilbur also liked surprises.

He wasn't expecting a surprise to be in his spaghetti. Of course, surprises were never expected but they were usually in the realm of possibility.

As Wilbur swallowed another bite of Phil's spaghetti, he felt something warm and squirming go down his throat. He nearly choked on the bite, shocked at the unexpected tiny. He managed to get the bite down, and he saw Tubbo and Phil looking at him with barely concealed amusement.

"I think I just swallowed someone," he said bemused.

Tubbo burst into laughter. He just stared at the teen for a moment, before he heard a faint laughter from his stomach. A very familiar laugh.

"Tommy?" He asked incredulously. This time even Phil laughed.

"You were all in on this?" He accused. Then his attention turned to the teen that was settling comfortably in his stomach.

"Aren't you supposed to be studying?"

"Get pranked bitch!" Tommy shouted, Wilbur listening carefully to hear the muffled sound. "This is payback for that time with the sauce!"

Wilbur heaved an exasperated sigh. He a glare to Tubbo and Phil who were still giggling.

"Your face was so fucking funny!" Tubbo laughed.

"Wilbur! Ask if he got a picture!" Tommy yelled.

Wilbur repeated the question with a roll of his eyes. Tubbo grinned wickedly and held up his phone.

"Better, I got a video."

They continued to tease him through the rest of dinner. Tommy was a little quieter than normal, but Wilbur assumed it was because it would be hard to hear him with multiple people talking.

Once things calmed down, Tommy spoke up. He sounded a little nervous, and Wilbur frowned in concern.

"Um, hey big man. I uh... sort of dropped the remote for the stasis chamber before you ate me."

"You dropped the remote?" Wilbur repeated, worry in his voice. "Wh- do- do you need me to get you out?"

"Nonono!" Tommy protested. "I'm fine right now. I just... need one of you to get me out eventually."

Wilbur realized his friend was more embarrassed than anything. He laughed, poking gently at his stomach. He felt Tommy give a small kick back.

"Aww, and what if I want to keep you here for a while Tommy?" He teased. "It sounds to me like you're stuck with me for a while."

"Willll," his trapped friend whined. Wilbur imagined his face was bright red by now. He continued teasing Tommy, making sure the teen never sounded like he actually didn't want to be there anymore. Tommy remained comfortably nestled against his stomach, and Wilbur could hear the humor in his voice. A while later, once the teasing had died down, Tommy spoke up again, voice almost too quiet to hear.

"Hey, Wil, you won't actually make me stay here the whole time, right?" He sounded just a little vulnerable, and Wilbur put a hand on the outside of his stomach. He gently rubbed and felt the miniscule weight of Tommy leaning into the contact.

"Of course not, Toms," he reassured his friend. "If you really want to be let out, I'll let you out. Promise."

He couldn't hear a response from Tommy, but the small weight in his stomach curled even further into him. Wilbur smiled.

It was supposed to be a prank, but he'd enjoyed his surprise.

Nom Therapy Part 1

[shushiyuii]

Could I please request comfort noms? Literally do whatever you want with it I just really want comfort noms.

Here's you request Anon Dearest! /p

I hope it's up to your standards and you enjoy it!

Warnings: Being overworked? And soft vore! Besides that its just pure fluff UwU

Words: 1.4k

( Also, If you don’t know what a skylight is, it’s a window but it’s on the roof)

Tommy laid in his bed, staring up at the ceiling in pure darkness, the only light being the glowing stars and moon from his skylight. He couldn’t sleep, he hasn’t slept properly for roughly 3 days. It’s been tough on him with all the things he’s had to do lately. Tommy finally could get some good sleep, but he wasn’t quite sure if he could honestly since he still had so much to do the next day.

10 pm turned to 1 am then to 3 am, he was no longer in bed, instead, he was working on whatever videos or business he had, because every time he tried to sleep it just wouldn’t work. His body refused, it screamed at him for more caffeine to continue functioning and he wanted so badly to sleep.

Today, was the day that he and Wilbur were supposed to meet up, since they hadn’t in so long, they were going to work on vlogs, while also having sibling bonding time. His bus for leaving would be 7 am so he continued to work for the next two hours, then moving onto packing for a while then making his way for the bus.

As he got ready and waited for the bus, every moment of his was full of pain in sleep, all but clear bags under his eyes, unkempt hair and overall expression looking so stressed. Even from a giant’s perspective, it’d be obvious that he was in an unwell state, so much as for looking good.

People noticed his change in behaviour as he hadn’t been very active on social media nor contacting his friends much, as to why he and Wilbur were meeting up in the first place.

His mind snapped out at whatever state he was in as his bus was called and made his way over, very quick motion made him dizzy, people asked if he was okay, but he’d reassure them he was okay. The actual bus ride wasn’t any easier, his head pounded at the sounds of the engines, every moment of the bus made it hurt so much worse, Paracetamol didn’t quite help either, maybe more coffee would help? If anything, he just wanted off this bus, this was going to be a long 3 hours of pain.

As much as Wilbur was excited to see his younger brother figure, he couldn’t help but feel a lot of concern, Tommy hadn’t been the same lately, something was most definitely different in behaviour. His panicked mind wouldn’t set on one reasonable explanation, it would panic between different scenarios that would have the worse outcomes, some didn’t even make sense to himself, but his brain thought of it.

Besides the panic, there was also the fact that he had to spot a tiny Tommy in the midst of the bays within the borrower’s section. It wasn’t the first time they’d meet up, but it was always a bother to find him during these things. To say Wilbur was happy was kind of an understatement.

As of now, it was 9:45, Tommy should be arriving soon.

Time went slow for the two of them when Tommy finally heard the bus stop. His body was refusing to move, he barely made it off the bus. But he somehow did it and now was the struggle of finding Wilbur, he made his way down to the bay and sat down, his lungs finally getting fresh air from the opening of doors, way better compared to the horrible humidity and atmosphere of the bus.

He could barely hear Wilbur calling his name as he was in such a daze, but as soon as that yell of his name in panic, “TOMMY!”. He looked over in shock as he saw a panicking Wilbur, he was crouching over to the platform, scaring multiple other borrowers but his focus was obviously on him.

“Wil?-“. He was cut off by him, “Toms?! Are you okay?!”. Tommy held his head and stood up, forgetting his bags and making his way to Wilbur, “I-I’m fine Wilbur, don’t worry”. Usually, if Tommy was okay, he’d say something along the lines of, “OI DICKHEAD, I’M COMPLETELY FINE! I’M A BIG MAN I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF”. To Wilbur, he clearly wasn’t okay.

Wilbur sighed as he finally got a good look at Tommy, all his panic confirmed as the borrower looked exhausted as heck, he wasn’t even sure how he’d gotten this far. He held out his hand and Tommy immediately collapsed onto it, he wasn’t even adjusting himself onto the hand, just leaning. It looked as if his body gave up on him.

Tommy was just in complete agony, his body just leaning onto the warmth of Wilbur, he didn’t care how people looked at him. He just wanted his brother.

He carefully ruffled Tommy’s hair, only to get a groan of pain in response. That’s when he decided to take Tommy home as soon as possible. He gently adjusted Tommy onto his hand properly so he could get a proper hold of him and picked up Tommy’s bags and pocketed them. Luckily his house was within walking distance from the station, so it wasn’t too long until he had gotten the two of them home.

He soon as he got home, he slowly sat on the couch, careful not to disturb Tommy and held him close to his chest. “Toms?”, he got another groan in response. “Not feeling too good huh? When was the last time you slept, Gremlin?”. “Dunno, 3 days ago?”. Wilbur held back a scold, he didn’t want Tommy to feel worse than he already did. Instead, he began to rock the two of them whilst humming a small lullaby of one of his songs since Tommy loved them so much.

After a little while, Tommy moved a small bit to sit upwards, “Sorry Wil- I didn’t…”. He hushed the younger, “Don’t worry about it Toms, do you wanna go to sleep?”, Tommy nodded.

There was a common fact in this world that giants had storage pouches, that giants’ could store borrowers in their pouches. An evolution between two species to work together, while it might be a bit odd since giants- the past but it was still useful nonetheless, especially for what they were about to do.

“You okay if I store you?”, he nodded again. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t done it before, but they were still quite nervous about it. But for the most part, the most part, the two of them really liked it. Wilbur carefully lifted Tommy towards his mouth, opening his mouth slightly, big enough for Tommy to crawl through.

To say Tommy dashed in an understatement, he full-on bolted into Wilbur’s mouth well kind of- halfway in, but Tommy didn’t care, he just leaned into the warmth. Wilbur could do the work. Wilbur sighed as he realised after a couple of minutes Tommy wasn’t moving so he just simply slurped him up. Surprisingly no complaint from the gremlin so he took it as the initiative that he was too tired.

He carefully licked at Tommy, enjoying the vanilla taste. He may, may not have accidentally nibbled at Tommy a few times but it was a habit of his, couldn’t be blamed! He swallowed carefully with a small swallow, then gradually made bigger ones, so Tommy didn’t have to be suffering in there for so long.

Tommy could hear Wilbur’s thundering heartbeat, to say it was too loud wasn’t quite the case, unlike the bus, it was rhythmic, soothing even. Not to mention the purring of Wilbur’s chest, as much as Wilbur tries to deny his affections, this seems a bit too obvious. He must’ve really worried Wilbur which almost made him laugh.

He quickly slipped into the storage, surprisingly he slid in rather than fell, which was all the more better. The softness of the walls made him instantly want to fall asleep, and he almost did. But he didn’t give out without a rub to give Wilbur, to say he was okay. Otherwise, there’d be a whole other situation, his words slurred as he went to say “Nigh-…”. He was caught off by his own exhaustion the next thing he knew he was out like a light.

Wilbur simply hummed in response, hearing Tommy’s snores. He held a hand over his stomach protectively, rubbing it soothingly. He hummed the lullaby again, he wasn’t sure why, but he just hoped it helped Tommy.

He sighed happily as his relief washed over him. He was glad Tommy was okay and he’d make sure that he kept an eye on Tommy for a while.

(Also just a reminder to drink water, relax, eat well and to get plenty of sleep UwU)