#comfort vore

[pancakewithsprinkles]

[suzyandthefox]

ok but like

Vore in a protective , parent-like sense will always get me, it will always remain my favourite.

A pred giving a prey a comfort they lost, being their home temporarily.

The pred saying things like

"You're safe now"

"I will protect you"

"You're very brave, I'm proud of you"

For the pred to call their prey "little one" "small one", etc.

For the pred to hum a gentle lullaby to their scared prey

And for the prey to say things like

"Hide me"

"Protect me"

"I have no home/no body/nowhere to go"

The descriptions of a stomach as a cradle, the soft sobs a frightened prey lets out as they huddle into the soft flesh, they speak their fears and pain into the walls and the folds of the being around them.

And the walls listen to them.

To be cared for, to be loved, to be hidden where no one should see or harm you.

Idk man.

[vore-mpregfan57]

Digested in Class

(A Vore Story staring Kazan)

It was early in the morning, and the semester had just started. I was heading to my Political Science class. I had just got there and sat down in my seat, but then I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see a guy I had a class with before. He asked me if I was in Sociology 157 last semester, and I said yeah, and we chatted for a few minutes.

After chatting, he asked me if I had possibly had a bag of snacks or anything, and I said I didn’t, but I then told him that I was willing to go down inside him for the class. The class was boring anyway, plus it only lasted an hour and 15 minutes. He said sure, but then he asked me if I minded getting a little digested, and I said not at all, but I told him that he needed to let me out at the end of class, and he chuckled and said he would.

We both then went into the bathroom down the hall, and he quickly gulped me down. His stomach was wet, and it smelled like burnt toast for some reason. He then let out a massive belch, which made the smell of his insides fill the air, but I didn’t mind. He thanked me for helping him out, and I said no problem.

He then walked back to the classroom and sat down just as the professor started to lecture. His stomach acid was surrounding me, and it was starting to burn. I was getting little worried, but I didn’t want to disrupt the class, so I just hoped I would make it out ok. As the class continued, he kept letting out little burps, and I was starting to feel weak. I eventually realized my skin was starting to melt, so I tapped on his stomach and asked him if he could let me out, but he didn’t respond.

I waited a minute, then asked him again. However, the professor heard me and asked the guy to take care of his noisy belly.

He then stood up and went back to the hallway. He then asked me if I was trying to get him in trouble, and I said no, and I told him I just wanted to come out so I didn’t get digested.

Suddenly, he then squeezed his belly, which made the acid rise higher and come up to my chin. He then asked me if I thought I was actually getting out. I then realized I had been tricked, and I went to punch his stomach wall, but I suddenly felt weaker as he let out another burp. He then said goodbye breakfast, and within moments, I closed my eyes and passed out.

Soon enough, my body had started to dissolve, and by the end of the day, my entire body had been absorbed, and I was gone.

[vore-stories57]

Halloween Party

(A Vore Story)

It was late October, and me and my good friend, who I’ll just call V, were getting ready for a Halloween party. It was a big event that one of the charity organizations in town did every year to raise money, and I loved going to it. I especially loved the costume contest part, and I was excited because V created a very cool costume for us. He was going to be the big bad wolf, and I was going as little red riding hood. I was honestly excited because I was going with V, but it would also my first time in a dress, which also made me excited.

Eventually, we got to the party, and the moment we walked in, everyone had their eyes on us. I was honestly a little overwhelmed, but thankfully, V was by my side. We eventually at one point sat down at a table, and I rested my head against his chest. He chuckled and said he had a surprise for me when the competition began. I asked him what it was, and he said I would have to wait and see. I asked him if I would like it, and he chuckled and said I would have to wait and see.

Just as V said that, a fireman came in the stage and said it was time for the competition, and he said that everyone who wanted to participate should line up together. Me and V immediately went up to the line and signed in, then go in line. We were 2nd in line behind a group of 5 people, all of which were dressed like a power ranger. As they got up in front of everyone, my hopes for the winning the competition declined very fast. I guess V could sense that I was disappointed, and he pulled me closer to him, which made me feel better. After a few moments, they left, then it was our turn.

I then walked on the stage when it was our turn, and showed off the outfit, which I thought was very cute. As I did, V walked on in his costume, then he looked at everyone and said he wanted to perform a trick, and everyone in the firehouse looked at us. I then turned to V to ask him what he was planning, and he hadn’t discussed anything with me, but just as I went to ask, he grabbed my shoulders, lifted me up, and shoved me down his throat. I was scared and surprised, but I barely had any time to react. As I slid down his throat, I punched and kicked, but there was nothing I could do.

Within a few moments, I had landed inside V’s stomach. I felt the acid all around me, and I began to scream for help. Outside of the stomach, V had taken a bow in the front of the audience and went off stage. Once he was off, he could finally hear me screaming from within his body. I asked him why he was trying to kill me, and he said that he really needed to get the prize, and he chuckled and said that he always had thought that I looked tasty, so he was just taking advantage of an opportunity. I began to squirm inside his body, begging him to please let me go, but it was no use, and knew it.

V eventually found a seat and sat down, letting his squirming belly rest on the chair. After a few minutes of trying to escape, I realized there was no hope. I knew I was done for, and I was going to just become more fat on my friend’s body. I curled up and just waited. Soon enough, the judges had finished the costume contest, and had started the scoring process. As they scored every costume, V sensed me not moving, so he squished his stomach and asked me if I died yet, and I pushed back and said I was still alive. He then chuckled and said good, then he said he wanted me alive if we won.

After some time, the judges came to the front and announced the winners, and he had gotten first place. V jumped up, which made the acid in his stomach go everywhere, including my eye. It burned so bad, I started to cry a little. V then ran up the front and got the check, then thanked the judges for the award. He then went back to his seat and sat down. He could hear me crying from inside his stomach, and he asked me if I was in pain, and I yelled that his acid got into my eye. He simply slapped his belly and said that I should get used to it, because that was my life for however long I had left.

I then asked V if he ever saw me as a friend, and he chuckled and said he saw me as a friend and meal combo. He was just waiting for the perfect moment to swallow me. He then said that he did feel somewhat bad about digesting me, but now that he won, I was nothing more than a piece of meat inside him. I was speechless, but there was nothing I could do.

After about an hour, my clothes had turned to rags where the acid was. I could feel my skin becoming soft, and it felt odd. V eventually decided to head back home, which was about a 20 minute walk. As he walked, he asked me if I was still alive, and I said yeah, and he chuckled and said good, then he told me that I should squirm some more. I asked him what would happen if I didn’t squirm, and he said he would drink a bunch of beer and fill his belly to the brim. I instantly got worried, so I kicked and punched some more. With easy movement on his stomach walls, he moaned with pleasure.

Eventually, we got back to V’s place. He sat down on the couch and asked me how I was still doing inside him, and I suddenly felt very weak. I told him this, and he chuckled and said I didn’t have much time left. I could feel my legs melting away, and I guess the fumes inside his stomach were starting to get to me. I then begged him to please let me out, and he said that even if he did, I would be in pain due to the lack of skin and muscle. He then patted his stomach and told me to just relax.

After about another hour, I was dizzy, and I knew I was almost done. Eventually, I passed out, and my body went limp inside V’s body. Throughout the next few hours, my body was broken down and absorbed by his stomach. I added to his belly, ass, thighs, and arms.

After a few days, V looked at himself in the mirror, pleased with his new body. He chuckled looking at himself, then patted his belly and said I made a good meal.

[safety-writes-noms]

New silly guy!!! Inspired by a comment from @the-sussy-imposter2 about big ol golden retriever preds that are basically cryptids. Big guy with lots of fur = best hugs ever, inside and out :3! Don’t have a name for this guy, but he lives in the forest, loves marshmallows, and adores having little buddies to cuddle with. I’ll leave naming rights to @the-sussy-imposter2 if they want, since they were the one to give me the idea!

IM A MINOR - 18+/MDNI BLOGS/GENERAL SEX SHIT, PLS DNI. (This includes people who have liked fetish content or follow other blogs with fetish content! If you interact, you will be blocked :>)

[novanoms]

Need more preds comforting prey but like, from the Pred’s pov

Just the gentle nature towards your tiny friend, seeing their exhausted, downtrodden expression. Barely able to keep their head up as they approach, they don’t even need to speak as you feel their forehead tiredly rests on you. Gently picking them up, opening your maw and sliding them in, feeling their small movements, content but too exhausted to do much more. Swallowing them down and feeling the way they settle in your stomach, their soft squirms beneath your flesh, the way you can feel their body relax. Your hands coming up to rub the barley visible outline of the individual you care about so much, feeling so much affection and pride despite the somber moment. The fact that their first thought was to seek you out as their place of comfort.

I don’t think I’ve seen it all that often, might expand more into an actual writing thing but who knows -u-

[sillyromance]

The safest place for my bleeding soul...

[methylphenidate-already-taken]

Love preds who kick their feet up on the couch after having their prey. Doesn't matter the size, their tummy is just happy and noisy and ripe for rubs. Anyone who shares the common space might want to cuddle up, or give some belly rubs, or join the prey inside.

Just something about preds laying belly up in a common space.

Like in public is good and all that, but in a smaller shared space is soooo good. I love the domesticity of it.

[thechrispyboi]

By the way, I was that so called “monster” under your bed

I didn’t mean any harm, I just ate anyone that wanted to hurt you… plus a couple nightmares of yours

To be honest when I saw you staying up far longer than you should have I really wanted to crawl out and swallow you whole, but I just didn’t have the confidence

[hemipenal-system]

can y’all fucking imagine how it would go if a bunch of minors were running around and posting explicit bondage or cnc stuff on here in the nsft tags? and then got mad at adults who told them to fuck off because it’s not safe for *anyone* that they’re there? and misused the tags for stuff to the point of making some of them unusable?

yeah that’s what it’s like to be into vore on tumblr

[yummynomms]

NERVOUS PRED! NERVOUS PRED! NERVOUS-

they are my beloved

mmmhm yummy

Preds who get reverse comforted <3 gosh, like no: "YOU ARE NOT A MONSTER!!" RIGHT in their face. gotta be one of my favorite things.

this is my first time posting vore!! very nervous, let me know what you think!

[pancakewithsprinkles]

[digestive-system69]

Hey hey guys

Kinda based off my last actual post talking about Ainsleis

Her in S.ebastians tummy

[bramble-mouse]

The day is blustery, and you sit upon your giant friend's lap. They have a crocheted blanket in rainbow colours spread over thier legs, and they relax into thier recliner. From your vantage point, you can see how the rain batters the window pane, hear how the wind lashes the trees outside. There is a documentary on the television, the volume turned down quiet.

You shiver a little and trudge across the blanket towards your huge friend's belly and huddle against the warmth. You can hear the tea they are drinking quietly bubbling inside. You think of how warm it would be in there presently.

"You've got that look again."

Your giant friend remarks as thier hand gently rests at your back.

"There's quite a bit of tea in there. Are you sure?"

You smile and hug your friend's middle.

"I don't mind."

Your friend lets out a little amused huff before they gather you carefully in thier hands and hoist you up in front of thier mouth.

"Well, since you don't mind..."

They grin and drop you into thier half full tea cup. You let out a squeak, but devolve into laughter.

Your friend's smile sits high above like an afternoon sun and playfully splash tea at them.

"Bottoms up."

They wink at you and take a sip of tea. You follow the flow of milky sweet liquid into thier mouth and promptly vanish with a gulp.

You squeeze, the tea rushing around you, down your friend's throat and you rapidly arrive with a splash and a loud grumble into the sloshing depths of a tea filled belly. The liquid comes up to your chest at its deepest point, so you swim to rest against a wrinkly, warm stomach wall. You sit in the dark for a moment and listen as your friend's belly churns the tea, digesting it slowly while you remain entirely unharmed. The frothy, deep gurgles, the steady thudding of a heart- you get lost in the warm, humid internals of your kind friend.

"Doing alright in there?"

Your friend's muffled voice inquires. You give the belly flesh behind you a good couple firm pushes, an indication you are quite well.

You hear them sigh and feel the press of thier hand as they rub thier stomach.

"Lemme know when you want out, alright? Though I will be evicting you anyways before dinner. Not keeping you in there with all that mess."

They chuckle.

You close your eyes and relax, letting the heat seep into your bones. There is no place safer in the world than here to you.

[vore-stories57]

Helping Out My Brother's Friend

(A Vore Story)

It was a quiet summer afternoon, and I had just gotten back from my shift at McDonald’s. I was sweaty and smelled of grease, so I was eager to get a shower. As I pulled into the driveway of the house I shared with my brother, I noticed another car in the driveway, and I knew it belonged to my brother’s friend, Benjamin. I liked talking to Benjamin, but we weren’t super close.

I pulled up the driveway and got out of my car and went inside. As I walked into the living room, I saw my brother, Kevin, and Benjamin sitting on the couch. I said hello to them, and they both said hi back. Kevin then asked me how my shift was, and I sighed and said it was fine. He said good, then he said that Benjamin had a question for me, and I looked at him and asked him what it was. Benjamin then asked me if I could help him out with a biology assignment for one of his college classes. I asked him what he needed me to do, he looked at Kevin, who gave him a head nod, then he looked back at me and said he would need me to go inside him.

I was a bit confused what he meant by that, so I asked him to be more specific, and he chuckled and said his assignment was studying the human stomach, and he thought it would be cool if I went inside his stomach for a little while and answered some questions he had for me. I was instantly intrigued, as Benjamin had a decently sized gut. And on top of that, I had just taken a few days off from McDonald’s to relax, so I was free. I then told Benjamin I would help him out, and he said awesome excitedly.

After agreeing to help him out, Benjamin asked me if I wanted to start today, and I said sure. We both then went up to my room, which was on the 2nd floor. As we walked up, I asked Benjamin if there would be any acid inside him, and he said yes, but he told me that his metabolism was pretty slow, so I should be fine for a little while. I said Ok, but I was a little nervous. 

We then got to my room. Once we were inside my room, Benjamin took off his shirt revealing his massive stomach, which looked very inviting. I then started to take off my uniform, and as I did, he asked me if I would be Ok with being digested if something went wrong, and I looked at him and said I would rather stay alive. He then said he would try his best, but he then said that there would be a chance that I would end up digesting, so if I wasn’t Ok with that, I didn’t have to do this. I personally had already gotten into the mindset of going inside Benjamin, and given that I already said I would help, I didn’t want to let him down, so I let out a sigh and said that if I did end up digesting, I would be Ok with it. He let out a sigh and thanked me.

After I got my uniform off, Benjamin walked up to me and told me to have fun inside him, and I said I would. He then suddenly leaned forward, his mouth wide open, and swallowed me. I was sent sliding down his throat and into his stomach. As I landed inside, the smell of mint filled the air, and I saw a couple mints being digested in the corner of his belly. Once I was inside, Benjamin let out a moan, then he asked me if I was alright, and I said yep. He said good, then he told me he was going to ask the questions now, and I said alright. He then started to ask questions, like how big was it, what did it smell like, how did it feel, and other things like that.

As Benjamin asked the questions, I answered to the best of my ability. As we went back and forth, my lower body started to tingle, as it was in the stomach acid. I started to get worried as my underwear began to dissolve, and this was only 20 minutes into my stay inside him. After about 30 minutes, Benjamin said we were done with questions, and I let out a sigh and asked him if he could get me out now, and he said he would try. He then reached down his throat and attempted to grab my hand, but the entrance was sealed shut. I tried pushing his hand through, but nothing would budge. I asked him what was taking so long, and he told me what was wrong. I then asked him if there was any other way he could get me out, and just as he was about to say something, he let out a burp, which sent his acid rising up higher.

After the acid went down, I asked Benjamin what he was going to say, and he said that the only thing he could do was just himself open, and that could kill him. He then said he was sorry, and told me that I was going to unfortunately digest. I knew there was a chance of this happening, so I asked him how long did he think I had, and he said maybe an hour. I then asked him if he could take me to my brother so I could say goodbye, and he said sure. He then went downstairs, where my brother Kevin was still sitting. Kevin said hello to Benjamin, and without warning, Benjamin let out another burp. This time, the acid went higher, and it burned my chest. I let out a groan of pain, and Kevin asked if I was alright, and Benjamin said I was here to say goodbye, as I was being slowly digested now,

After Benjamin told Kevin what was happening, Kevin put his head against Benjamin’s body and said goodbye to me, and I said goodbye back. Benjamin then asked me if I just wanted to go it over with, and I said I would want to spend some time with him and my brother before I go, and he said alright. Benjamin then sat down on the couch, but with the shifting of his body, the acid suddenly flowed higher, and it was up to my neck. I quickly asked Benjamin to stand up, but he suddenly let out a burp, and the acid filled his stomach to the brim. It all happened so fast that he didn’t hear me, and the only solution I could think of was the squirm. I punched and kicked with all my might, but it was no use. His stomach fat was too thick, and he barely felt anything, and within a few moments, I had passed out.

Following me passing out, and my body going limp inside Benjamin’s body, he and Kevin talked about how to move forward with their friendship, and if they should get the police involved. They eventually decided to keep what just happened to themselves. As they chatted, my body was quickly digested, and I began to add onto Benjamin’s body. As he and Kevin continued to talk, his pants continued to feel increasingly tight on him. 

About 2 hours later, Benjamin stood up and apologized to Kevin, but Kevin said it was alright, and he said that things happen. Benjamin then left the house, but as he did, he let out another burp. He chuckled and patted his stomach, then thanked me for adding to his body. He then left the house and went back to his place, now almost 20 pounds heavier.

[snexy-the-snail]

Princely Duties

Triton hated Percy less than he thought he had. At first, he couldn’t stand the half blood, hating that the demigod was even staying with them. Father had told him nothing of this little mortality, and the most he knew of Percy was that he was a bastard, his father spent a ridiculous amount of time checking in on him, and that the boy had been the one of the prophecies.  Then there was more to the story. Percy had been on to survive hellish tasks that adult demigods had struggled with. He had suffered by himself with barely any training and was mocked for it when he had lapse of judgment. Moreover, his little brother had nightmares every night from surviving Tartarus, a place even his father still was afraid toward.  

So perhaps he didn’t hate his brother as much. He hadn’t known what the small thing had gone through. Hence his sympathy for his brother, and his...attitude change. It certainly helped tucking the small thing inside during his night terrors. It was impossible not to form some type of bond when someone was swaddled so deep inside one’s core.  So yes, he felt it necessary to keep an eye on Percy when Father forced them to attend a gathering. It was meant to slowly introduce his brother to the kingdom, so when they did a coronation, his place wouldn't be challenged. Percy seemed...out of place and overwhelmed. The boy didn’t have a Mer form and as such was towered over by everyone, himself included. Those from the south seas and the deep seemed to encircle around the teen, and he could see the wild look sparking in his brothers' eyes. It was a look that sparked a deep need to relieve his brother from the clutches of high society. Wordlessly he glides over towards the group easily brushing aside those surrounding his brother, then linking arms. The size difference makes his brother only look further smaller. Even if he wasn’t at his true height, it still was a marvel to see how small mortals were comparatively. 

“Pardon us, I need to speak with my brother.” He says tilting his head up, letting those around him know it was not to be challenged. A sense of satisfaction curling in his chest when they tilt their heads down in a sign of submission. “Of course my lord. We will have to speak later Percy.” one says flashing Percy a small smile, his brother attempting to return one, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. Fury building up in his chest at the sight. They knew what they were doing. These Atlanteans had been within the high circles for ages.  

“Prince. He is of the royal family, and you will address him as such.” Triton hisses out, baring his teeth...This was a slight he could not ignore, not even if it was against a ‘bastard’. He could feel Percy’s grip tightening on him, which only furthered his anger. The Atlantean cautiously flicking their tail. A subtle show of their unease, and a mild submission.  

“It’s fine, I mean I’m not really...” Percy trails off when Triton lets a growl.  

He says nothing as he tugs his brother to his side leading him outside the room. He could feel Percy squirming in his hold, forcing himself to loosen his grip as he led Percy further from the droning voices of the court. “You’re of royal blood.” He states firmly once they were far enough from prying eyes. “Father has recognized you, meaning you are to be respected.” He continues when Percy avoided his gaze.  

He sighs heavily, tilting the boys chin up to meet his gaze, his heart aching at the uncertainty within those familiar sea green eyes. Just like....  

The unfinished thought sent a fierce wave of grief through him. 

“I’m a demigod.”  Percy huffs, crossing arms and twisting his hand from Triton’s hold. The defiance made Triton roll his eyes, shifting his grip on the demigod to his shoulder. There was a wild look in the boy’s eyes, one that made him tense.  

“You are my brother, my little brother, no less. It is my duty to insure you are being respected and safe.” Triton hisses back, his eyes narrowed. Percy didn’t meet his gaze, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. He was defensive, like he always was when Triton tried to speak with him. It was nothing like when the boy was asleep... Then he supposed Percy wasn’t very...aware in such a state.  

His grip loosened from the demigod’s shoulder, dropping back to his side. He knew that at the beginning of their relationship he hadn’t exactly been welcoming. It was a fact that clawed at his chest every time Percy gave him a distrusting glance or tense when he entered a room. How his smile never quite reached his face, how his hands twitched for his pocket any time there was a slightly loud noise. He lets an exhausted breath out, his expression growing weary. After the silence washed over them for a few moments he chances reaching out, cupping his hand under his brother’s chin and having those sea green eyes meet his own.  

Percy’s gaze darted all over the place, even in this moment where nothing would dare harm the demigod the small thing was still looking for threats. His thumb brushes over his brother's cheek, taking in the small scars littering the tanned skin. “Let me help.” He murmurs finally. A small jolt from the boy indicating he hadn’t expected him to speak, nor for his words to have any type of positive intent.  

“And why should I trust you?” 

The words didn’t have the bite that Triton expected. It was a genuine question, one that seemed to be inviting him to argue why he should be trusted. His lips quirk upwards, pressing his forehead against Percy’s letting a hum. “You’ve been trusting me every night since your arrival. I’ve aided in your rest, keeping your nightmares at bay.”  

Percy jolts from the contact, his hand no doubt hovering over his pocket where that damn sword rested. His side aches at the memory of the metal meeting his flesh. Stubborn little thing this demigod was.  

“How.”  

Triton snorts at the demand, allowing Percy to pull from his grip, watching the boy’s face carefully. There was confusion, distrust, and a sense of unease. Yet he didn’t arm himself with his sword, in any case it was a win.  

“Your first night, the fish were quite distressed. I thought there was an assassination attempt, more so when you were swinging your sword around like a manic.” He scoffs, allowing Percy to process before continuing. “You’re a guppy, to simply put it, and any guppy with a night terror is easily soothed by kin swaddling them inside.” 

A flicker of recognition flashes across Percy's face. The boy’s mouth opening, then closing as if he thought it was better to say a snarky comment. There’s silence then Percy groaning and dragging a hand over his face. “Well... gross first off, second I thought it was only parents that uh...did the whole...eat you thing.” Percy says looking away, but still stealing small glances at Triton.  

“Not necessary. Any immortal is able to hold someone inside, but who would want a filthy little brat inside them?” He keeps his tone light, hiding a smile when Percy snorts at the jab. “You seem to be taking this rather well. I expected more stabbing.” he admits, glancing at the demigod's pocket. Percy’s hand twitching towards it with the glance.  

“Well, they finally showed me the orientation video, and I had a talk with Annabeth about it so...I mean it’s gross, and I don’t get it but...I mean, I sorta understand? I’d really rather you not, seriously. Don’t.” A small tremor goes through the boy, Triton resting a hand on his shoulder, surprised that Percy allowed it. This is more than what he expected, a snarky response from a stubborn demigod. 

He snorts, lightly tugging the boy to his side. Despite the slight threat, Percy subtly leaned into his touch. Even if it was deemed ‘gross’ any demigod would find it comforting, just as being in their godly parent’s domain would bring some sense of comfort. “It soothes your terrors brother, even if it’s ‘gross’ it’s meant to soothe your godly half.” he explains, keeping his tone soft. He adjusts his height a touch, truer to the form he was more comfortable taking. Father had insisted that they do so to comfort Percy while he visited.  

“Much like now... You appeared overwhelmed.” 

“Thanks to you I have Apollo’s stupid little jingle stuck inside my head.” Percy grumbles avoiding answering directly. His shoulders slumping in a sign of acceptance as he looks up at Triton. He wasn’t fighting the adjustment, which was a good sign so far. “Jingle?” he prompts, hoping to keep his brother distracted enough he could tuck the wayward little whirlpool away. He moved his hand to the small thing’s back, tracing circles on the tense muscle.  

“It’s something like, ‘Don’t be so glum, it’s so fun being in a tum.’ with a bunch of wooooaaahs.” Percy continues, not moving as Triton continued to shift his size. His hand moving from his back to the nape of his neck, cradling the back of his head.  “That sounds like him.” Triton muses, his webbed fingers moving through the thick curls, lightly scratching his scalp.  

He huffs in amusement at how stiff the demigod was, a wild look in Percy’s eyes as their gaze met. “Trust in my little brother. This is soothing to your nerves, just...close your eyes perhaps.” He murmurs, lifting his hand up, willing the currents to stabilize the boy as he settled along his forearm. He didn’t have the boy as small as he would like, but he assumed having Percy bite sized would not go over well. His other hand came to help steady the demigod. He would be at least two feet in mortal height, a bit of a squeeze but nothing he couldn’t handle. “That’s asking a lot. Being fish food.” Percy answers without hesitation, his eyes narrowing, a hand grasping at one of his hands for comfort. “Live bait even.” 

Triton can’t help but roll his eyes, his teeth rounding as he brought his brother closer. “Not food you ridiculous little guppy. It's meant to soothe and given you’re not more resistant the idea is appealing.” He argues back, a smirk dancing across his face when Percy’s cheeks flush, the demigod looking away from his gaze. “Relax, this is something I’ve had practice with...and despite our differences, I would never harm you.” He croons, his expression softening.  

“Sure sure. Just...Just do it before I change my mind. Because it’s going to be literally so gross.” Percy grumbles. Triton sighs heavily before complying, lifting the boy higher, positioning him so his feet were at his mouth. “Try not to squirm. I do not need to breathe, you do. I’d rather not have you suffocate.” He murmurs.  

He waits a second before opening his mouth, easing the boy’s limbs into his waiting maw. Percy was warmer than anything in the sea, the warmth seeping into his tongue as he carefully eased the small boy inside, waiting until he felt his brother’s feet hit the back of his throat before swallowing. There was a whine that drew from Percy, a soothing rumble coming from him in response to comfort the demigod. It was odd to know one of Poseidon’s mortal children took so much after the sea. He swallows again, shifting his hands to Percy’s waist as the muscle ripples over his brother’s limbs, drawing him further inside his core.  

Each swallow pulled Percy deeper and deeper, Triton’s hands moving with each motion to support his brother at every turn. A rolling pressure in his middle and the warmth spreading indicated that the process was going smoothly. Small hands rest on his face, a nervous chirp coming from his brother as he tilts his head back, feeling his gut expanding as more of the boy settled in his stomach. He let another purr out, swallowing thickly and drawing his brother more inside his mouth, a hand moving towards his middle to cradle the weight as he swallowed a few more times until his jaws were able to shut.  A relieved sigh rushing out as he felt the muscles of his throat pull Percy firmly down, until the full weight of the demigod settled inside his stomach.  

He hadn’t had it been so obvious he was concealing a guppy inside him for some time now. Triton found he couldn’t help but rest his hands over the lump, kneading inwards. It was...satisfying as it normally was, the extra weight causing a flare of protectiveness. There was more movement than he was used to as well, the boy slept fairly still but awake he felt every movement, every correction to try and right him. He chuckles softly, shifting his hands underneath his brother, supporting the demigod as he attempts to settle.  

“Struggling to get comfortable little brother?” He muses, laughing when Percy shoved out, his hands pressing out making an impression. “Shut it! You try moving around in something that’s constantly rippling.” the complaint comes back. Triton’s smile widens, his eyes crinkling with warmth. “I excel at it thank you.”  

“What? How!” 

“Father does have his own urges little brother, and you are not his only child.”  

There is a silence before Percy splays out suddenly. “What! Dad eats you too! I thought- you're serious? Like he’s actually- there's no way! You’re all like princely and high and mighty.” Percy says, the movement indicating he was shaking his head. “Father still believes me to be a guppy, and I am not strong enough to constrict that at the moment.” he muses, closing his eyes as he relishes the feeling of warmth settling in his gut.  

“Truly you’ve never experiences this?” He hums after a moment of comfortable silence. The movements slowed, indicating Percy had finally found a resting place within the muscle. He rests a hand along his brother’s back, continuing to rub in ways, tense muscle slowly falling lax. He would have assumed their Father would have at least once done so. “No... I mean, I don’t exactly see Dad all that much... Like with the restrictions and such.” 

Triton hums, drumming his fingers against his middle, his smile warming at the squirming from his brother as the boy felt the touch through the layers of flesh. “You may not see him, but Father is always watching, he worries greatly about you.” He had not understood at first, being annoyed Father had been pouring so much attention into a demigod whose life was so fleeting. “Greatly. I swear you are the first to make a God age involuntary.” He teases, resting his eyes and leaning against a pillar. 

“Sorry? I mean I’m literally just trying to survive.”  

“At times I fear it does not seem that way.” He points out, straighten up when he sees his mother gliding out from the room, her eyes falling to his squirming middle. Subconsciously he rests a hand more protectively over his brother, his eyes narrowing in warning. A look of surprise then understanding crosses her face, gesturing for him to re-enter the room. Ugh. He was about tired of interacting with Atlanteans who barely held respect for his little brother. Maybe this would shut them up, what more proof that he genuinely cared for his father's bastard than having him safely swaddled in his stomach? 

A smirk pulls at his lips as he nods, pausing just outside the entrance. “I am about to rejoin the gathering.” He blinks in surprise at the sudden bought of movement, chuckling softly. “Do not fret, this is more natural than you think.” He teases. “It’s weird! Don't lie to me!” Percy hisses out, rapid movement following his protest.  

“I would never little whirlpool.” He chuckles gliding back into the room. A sense of satisfaction curling in his chest at the glances to his middle. Good. A buzz that Percy was an accepted part of the royal family would start and chase out the dreadful rumors of the bastard worming his way into power.  

“Smile, you’re the center of attention.” He muses, laughing softly when he receives a kick, before going to take his place at the head table, more than pleased at the whispering.