#disposal mention

[vore-scientist]

In vote situations how would the smaller individual who is inside the stomach get out, how is it possible? Does the larger being just throw up on a daily basis or does the smaller individual sit in the stomach until the larger being hast to use the bathroom?

Hi anon, great question.

This is something that depends on entirely the preferences of the person making the vore content.

The second scenario is known in the community as “full tour” if the eaten person stays alive, and “disposal” if they are digested.

The first scenario… weird… I can’t think of a community wide term for prey being regurgitated. I’ve not seen anyone label such content as “regurgitation”. I guess it’s because in most safe content it is the default method. Most safe vore involves the prey leaving the way they came.

When it comes to safe vore, My own preferences lean towards regurgitation 80% of the time with the other 19.5% consisting of creative means (teleportation, phasing, under the knife/other means of direct extraction, shrinking so small they go into the vasculature and get out through glands, etc). and 0.5% Full Tour (intestines are very cool, I’m just not normally in a mood for full tour)

When it comes to fatal I do not care for disposal at all no thanks. No shame on folks who like it but it definitely grosses me out (it is a gross thing, and I say that as a neutral descriptor not a negative one. Note: Full Tour is often depicted as… cleaner than logically it would be. So the gross factor isn’t there, though this also depends on the content creator)

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Knights + wg + disposal? The wg is the most important part for me tbh

I can absolutely do that! Knights are always great.

Kneeling down before the prince, the knight keeps his head down out of respect. The king had just assigned him to watch after the young man; naturally, he'd give his very life to protect him. That was the oath he'd taken as part of his knighthood, to always protect the royal family above all else.

The prince wasn't very happy to have a 'walking hunk of metal' always trailing after him. He was small, even for his age, and the burly knight in his thick, silver armor practically towered over the young adult. He hardly spoke as the prince never spoke directly to him. He followed the prince's orders so long as they didn't conflict with the one given to him by the king, of course. Their relationship stayed strained, distant, and professional...until one night when the knight peeked into the prince's room (which he was forbidden from entering) and saw that it was empty and the window was open.

The knight panicked, of course, but he wouldn't let anyone see or notice as he began to search around for his liege. It took a bit of work, but he managed to find the prince at the local tavern, three pints into a drinking spell and so wasted he was barely standing. That was bad enough, but even worse, the prince was seated with a group of strangers. And the way they're staring at him, grinning like wolves, talking quietly to each other...the knight's vision goes red and for a time, he loses total control of himself.

When the knight comes to, he has a stomachache and he's in the prince's room. He can feel cool air exposed on his gut, which is currently sticking up in the air above him. Its gurgling and churning wetly, processing some thick meat, which the knight notices as he belches thickly. But there's another taste on his mouth--alcohol. He isn't drunk, though, and he's sure he didn't have a drop. A weight shifts on top of him and that's when he notices the prince, deep in sleep on top of his still softening stomach. The knight licks his lips, tasting booze and...something else. The pieces are coming together...and he has no idea how to feel about any of it.

The knight slipped away before the prince could wake up, and come the next morning, the young man is hungover and just as crabby as ever. The knight hopes that that will be the end of it. The prince got wasted in an act of rebellion, the knight saved him (and ended a few lives in the process, if the bone-riddled shit he left in the royal stables are any indication), and none of it will be remembered or spoken about and they can continue on as normal. Only the slight squeeze of the knight's armor on his heftier stomach will remind him and he'll be sure to work it off in time.

But the knight can't help but notice the prince acting differently. He's still defiant and closed off, but the knight notices the young man staring at his stomach every so often and his instance to be left alone comes off as forced rather than earnest and only seemed to happen when there were watching eyes. The prince never tried to shoo him away while in private. The knight can't tell if the strange feeling he gets from it is discomfort or...something else.

A week after the incident, the prince loudly proclaimed he was going to the tavern. It wasn't directed at the knight, but no one else was around to hear, and so he follows along after the prince to his destination. The knight feels a bit better about this, now that he's actually aware of where the prince has gone and is there to watch him. Though having someone like him at the dingy town bar is going to bring in attention from its patrons.

The prince tried to ignore some of the tipsy men that were pestering him, but when one grabbed the royal roughly by the arm and pulled on him, the knight saw red again. He was very aware of what he was doing this time, though, as he pulls the bastard right off the ground and into his drooling maw. Thick gulps suck the man down, and his equally tipsy companions try to help and fight back, but their clumsy movements stood no match against the raging knight. Each one would be grappled and shoveled down the hatch, steadily filling the knight's stomach. The second down makes the plate armor pop off his gut, letting it surge forward with a wet slosh, but he barely pays mind to it as he grabs onto the third and keeps eating. After the fifth pair of kicking legs are slurped down, it seems everyone else in the bar is content to keep their eyes focused elsewhere. Some flinch when the knight belts out a thick belch but no one even dares to speak.

Things are hazy after that for the full knight. He's pulled along to one of the tavern's rooms, hands all over his groaning guts as the men inside scream and struggle. Thick gurgles steadily overtake their voices and powerful acids soften their strong bodies with time. It makes a few heavy belches rumble out of him. One of them sends a skull flying, and it's met with a kiss soon after, one that the knight melts right into with a soft moan. The pampering to his full stomach would eventually lull the knight to sleep, his loud snoring accompanying the heavy churning of his gut.

When the knight comes to the next morning, his belly is burbling softly, pumping away the last bits of slop from last night's meal. It takes him a moment to realize where he is, and when he tries to sit up, he notices a heavy weight draped across his stomach. The prince, sleeping peacefully, an arm wrapped around the round pot gut that hung off the knight's frame. Or he had been, until the knight moved and woke him up.

The prince's morning starts with some very profuse and startled apologies from the knight, promising to never do something so gluttonous and hedonistic again, especially not with the prince. He was in the middle of ensuring he'd lose the weight in a week's time when he feels hands on his gut. The prince lifts it up from the bottom and lets it drop, making the mass bounce and slosh. The knight can feel his face heating up under his mask and the words jam up in his throat.

"You won't be losing the weight," the prince says, roaming his hands over the soft expanse of the knight's middle. "In fact, I expect you to stick with your new diet for the foreseeable future. Furthermore, you'll be allowing me full access t your stomach at all times, especially for sleeping. You can do that, can't you..." the prince leans up, planting a soft kiss on the knight's lips, "...my loyal knight?"

The knight can't do anything but nod, his belly warbling out a wet groan against the prince's hands.

[samcarpentersbiceps]

the vampire diaries universe really has a difficult time letting their female characters be simultaneously kind and nurturing while also showing them to be strong and capable women, which is why hayley is so refreshing to see. yes, she’s a mother and a voice of reason within the chaotic mikaelson family but she’s also ruthless and petty at times. she’s headstrong and able to speak and fight for herself, but she’s also vulnerable and longs for someone to take care of her (which I think comes from her being forced to grow up with herself as her only form of protection)

[furiousgoldfish]

I'm going to sit down and try to explain this with patience, to everyone who still thinks calling out narcissistic abuse is 'ableist' or 'dehumanizing to the narcissists', and that abuse is something we're all equally capable of.

I don't think you understand what narcissistic abuse is, or how it differs from the other kinds of abuse. We can agree that all and any abuse is damaging, traumatic and scarring, but narcissistic abuse is so extremely pervasive, hidden, strategic and unbelievable, to the point where I can't honestly tell it's something any regular human would be capable of. And even more than this, the survivors of this particular type of abuse have found it extremely, extremely difficult to figure out they've been abused, even when they've been put through extreme, devastating, and absolutely dehumanizing scenarios. Realizing that your loved one is a narcissist requires your entire world to break down, and every piece of your heart shatters in the realization, and it takes months, even years to accept it.

The only way we can possibly figure it out is to connect the patterns. And patterns of the narcissistic abuse are focused on erasing one's own sense of self, one's perspective and ultimately, complete control over someone's emotions and behaviours. This is often done from early on, the grooming process starts at age zero, your value, worth and usefulness is determined by them, and you cannot wrangle yourself free from it on your own, not without someone confirming to you that you've been held captive, that your free will has been taken a long time ago.

Unfortunately, I have to give some examples, because I don't think it can be explained otherwise. When I was 2 years old, a narcissistic person found it a nuisance to watch over me, and they beat me up every time I disobeyed. I was a toddler. Then they proceeded to convince me that I was a demon, and would burn in hell regardless of what I do for the rest of my life. I've been brainwashed by this person to believe I was not a human being, had no human rights, that it was correct and regular for me to be locked up, beaten, and that it was my fault every single time, even when I did all that was asked of me. This person then had me comfort them after they would beat me, because it was a stressful experience for them. I wasn't allowed to cry. I would be beaten for making a face expression they didn't like. It was random and unexplainable.

Another narcissistic person created a game where they would give me wrong instructions for a task, then torture me when I did exactly as they instructed me to. It got to a point where I would beg them to tell me what to do correctly, and they would respond with a laughing 'you should be old enough to know this' and they would be even happier to beat me up and scream at me for getting it wrong. This person not only threatened to kill me regularly, but often made me believe I was in my last few seconds of life, putting me in position where I believed I was about to die. They forced me to work for them in unsafe conditions, heavy physical jobs, where I was not allowed to say I'm tired, not allowed to cry, and even after I'd do everything, they would still tell me I didn't deserve to eat. I was a child. I didn't think for a second I was being abused. I was already brainwashed to believe that everyone else had it worse, and that I was lucky.

I had no identity besides existing for them, I had no free will except to try and make myself into something they could use, and if I didn't do a good enough job, I'd be ostracized. They loved beating me, screaming at me and making me cry, and then they'd leave me in a room crying without being allowed to make any noise, while they laughed in the room next to me, as a family, loudly so I could hear what a great time they were having. They would treat other children gently in front of me in order to try and make me jealous. They would revise every part of what they did to me if I ever tried to bring it up. I wasn't allowed my own perspective, opinion, or complaint. I wasn't even allowed to remember the abuse correctly. I would be locked in a room and questioned and punished if my opinions weren't to their liking.

I don't believe this is something anyone is capable of doing. I don't believe anyone of us is capable of torturing a kid until the kid begs to be killed. I don't believe most of us are capable of erasing a child's point of view, their reality, their humanity to the point where the child is forced to live a life where they will either comply or be killed, and they will be tortured no matter what. This isn't a regular thing that a person can easily do.

Luckily, us who have been through this, have noticed that there is a specific pattern to their behaviour. That they use almost identical phrases with which their invoke guilt, fear and hopelessness. That they can go frighteningly fast from rage to laughter to acting hurt. That they enforce their will over ours with a specific type of terror that triggers both our survival instincts and our compassion and shame. That we've been groomed by them in an almost identical way - to not believe that we're allowed our own feelings, memories, opinions, point of view, or freedom. That we have learned to exist only to be an extension of them.

We also all noticed that we're all absolutely, beyond terrified of them, and that we don't feel we're allowed to say it, or think it. That we're taught by terror to keep believing that they're good people, that they do none of it on purpose, not even the most extreme, insane, egregious abuse. That they will go to any length, even committing more atrocities, to escape accountability. That they use tactics of darvo, gaslighting, double-bind, planting insecurities, triangulating, future faking, discarding, love bombing, mirroring, smear campaigns, projection, scapegoating, silencing, throwing tantrums, victim playing, like it's in their second nature. That they're genuinely, absolutely terrifying and almost unreal in how far they're capable of going. And most of all, that they are dangerous, and capable of completely turning another human being into their puppet, and never think for a second that it might be wrong. To them, we are nothing more but toys to manipulate, control, and discard. We are disposable. There is no limit to what they can do to us, because to them, we are not alive. They would do to us what normal people wouldn't do to a corpse. And they feel superior for it.

People abused by narcissists from early age are likely to develop the most complex and extreme disorders, complex ptsd and dissociative identity disorder being some of them, because that's what it takes to survive being a child and existing next to a narcissist. This means that small children need to be shattered in pieces in order to please the narcissist. Others that are very common are eating disorders, anxiety, depression, paranoia, avoidant personality disorder, panic disorder, and compulsions to cater to everyone's needs, to the point of our own destruction. This is what they make of us, on purpose, in order for us to be of use to them. And they will forever insist it's their right.

When I'm saying the word 'narcissist', I am not referring to 'anyone diagnosed with npd', I am referring to a person who will do this to a child, and insist on doing it for the rest of the child's life. I am writing it because I don't want children to have to live like this forever. I am not aiming to dehumanize the narcissist, their actions show who they are, I am saying, be careful and aware that this person will dehumanize you. That you are disposable to them. That making you feel good in order for you to like them, is a game to them, and one they're very good at. That playing the victim at you and demanding justice, will easily manipulate you into standing against the victims of abuse and talking down to them for 'dehumanizing their abusers', and being 'ableist to the npd', after being tortured past the point of return by those people.

A lot of us are permanently damaged by what's been done to us. We are not asking for justice. We're not asking for revenge. We are asking to be safe. We're asking for this to stop. We're asking for children not to be left alone with people who are dangerous to this level. We're asking you to understand that a narcissist left alone with a child means a child in danger.

It's common to not be aware just how bad it can go, because we think that most humans know not to torture a child. We believe that nobody would do things to children that narcissists do. If you read the stories of the survivors, you'll find out what actually happens behind closed doors. The themes of torture, dehumanization, sexual abuse, brainwashing, violence, and extreme cruelty are common, even towards toddlers.

I need you to not attack those children when they grow up and say they no longer want to be around narcissists. I need you to understand that they know what they're talking about when they say it's not safe, that they want to be protected. The society already failed to protect them at their most vulnerable, and they had to make it alive by their wits alone. And now you won't even let them speak without attacking them? It's inexcusable.

If you want to know about the narcissists, read what their victims have gone through. Then make a judgment on whether we're allowed to speak, and whether it's worth warning others to hold caution. I've heard and read stories of narcissistic parents sex-trafficking their own child, holding them captive and locked up and convincing them it's right to do this, using brutal punishments to 'train' them into inhumane slave-like behaviour, keeping the children in state so terrified the children wished they were dead. And in all those cases, they still convinced the children to love their parents, and to never blame them for any kind of abuse. Yes, even in the sex-trafficking cases.

Fighting for those children to realize that they didn't deserve that, is the only correct thing to do. Fighting to help them realize they're in danger, and that they deserve safely, it's not only right but extremely necessary, it's what we all should be putting all of our energy into.

Wanting to keep others safe will never be wrong. Wanting to protect those who still have their identity, their sense of self, their undamaged humanity, their free will and their point of view, that's worth fighting for! And above all, those who already lost it all, need to be protected. We cannot allow for already badly wounded people to be dehumanized over and over again. Nobody deserves that.

[16th-of-a-twigg]

typically if done right, everything you see and hear on screen has a purpose. So why was my overall feelings of Rogue this episode that of not a trustworthy person? - "Bad Guy" being played in the background when we first are introduced to them - We know Rogue has a "New Boss". The Meep in the special ep mentioned they had a "Boss". -The Tardis growls at Rogue. - They're a bounty hunter by trade and only flip their attitude of disposing the Doctor once it's revealed that he is one of a kind. (🤑 anyone?) - The in Tardis interaction gave the impression that the Doctor's info dump about his life and the Tardis' capabilities was something Rogue wished to exploit and would at some point double cross. Depositing the aliens in an abandoned, one way trip dimension plot gave me bad vibes. (I thought it looked like they wanted to steal the Tardis with the way they were inspecting it like new real-estate ) - If the monster of the episode was someone who could shapeshift and was always hiding their true self, Rogue not revealing their true name but a fake one holds some parallel connotations. -THEIR FAKE NAME - Rogue meaning: a dishonest or unprincipled person (don't ask me why Rogue then sacrificed themself) in this essay i will -

[uncanny-tranny]

You can have whatever opinions about drugs and public drug consumption - I don't particularly care, and this is not the conversation for that discussion, but I saw a sharps container in a public restroom and it was exciting. It was just there, and it's the first time I've seen something like it (they also had changing tables in the men's restroom, which is also great, but I've seen that a couple times).

You have to realize that proper sharps disposal is a matter of public health and safety. Not everyone is educated about how sharps disposal works and why it's important, but seeing as how you can be infected by Hepatitis B and C and HIV, you can see why it's so important. Nobody deserves to be exposed to that, regardless of if they're an addict or not. Everyone deserves to be safe, whether addict or sober.

[age-of-moonknight]

“A Little Chaos,” Moon Knight Annual (Vol. 5/2024), #1.

Writer: Dan Watters; Penciler and Inker: Marco Renna; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit

[spitblaze]

in retrospect my confusion on the whole 'man vs bear' thing may have been due to the fact that i was interpreting it as a 'would you rather be trapped in a mall with five black mambas or one adult gorilla' type question rather than a 'which is safer to begin with' question

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

A few Afton’d Reader AU doodles for ur enjoymence

I’ve been meaning to collect a bunch of th doodles I’ve not posted before and just dump em here so I can get around to deleting them from my folders, so expect a few posts like this hhfhfhhd

[theladyofrosewater]

Okay it's very clear if you've read both the FNAF Novel Trilogy and actually been to Hurricane that Scott has never actually been there at least with a clear memory. Because Hurricane is apart of the more desert-y part of Utah and not whatever the heck was described in the books (I remember a LOT of tree mentions and the books also take place in the 90s so the town would be smaller anyhow).

What Hurricane is, though, is close to is several national parks (Utah has 5 of them plus Hurricane is less than five hours from the Grand Canyon) It's LITERALLY less than 40 minutes away from one that is, from what I've been able to find is consistently ranked in the top ten, if not top five for park visitors. Which got me thinking that in the FNAF universe, Freddy's probably got a lot of tourist customers and like it wouldn't be THAT hard to get away with the whole missing childrens incident if most of the kids Afton killed were the kids of tourists or people not native to hurricane. Like the anyone investigating wouldn't care as much because "hey they're tourists it's their fault they weren't watching their kid". Because of this he gets an ego and gets careless, and eventually when he ends up putting one of Hurricane's kids on a milk carton, probably Cassidy lets be honest, that's when shit hits the fan because people actually CARE now and the missing children's incident becomes an actual THING and Freddy's gets shut down.

Like this idiot could have kept it up for at least another decade but noooo, bcs he's a fucking idiot he messed up the only thing he had going for him.

dumbass

[lavenderjewels]

Never getting over this scene. the chapters right before this of gojo thinking quickly while dozens of people get killed but not hesitating in making risks. all this cool guy behavior only to be completely frozen by the corpse of his best friend saying his name. right when there’s a flashback of jogo saying not even a thousand lives could distract him, but kenjaku knowing without a doubt geto’s could.

Then gojo immediately experiencing for the first time what he just put others through by activating his domain. Reliving years of his past actions and experiences with geto (who marked his “youth”) in just a moment.

Meanwhile, Kenjaku is taunting Gojo for not getting rid of Geto’s body or forgetting Geto when we know Kenjaku fully centered their plan around Gojo being affected by Geto. And with Kenjaku knowing Geto’s memories, Gojo’s last words to him, and the throw away line that Gojo couldn’t destroy the body after JJK 0 despite acting positive afterwards with his students... It’s so heartbreaking, but incredibly written

[britneyshakespeare]

i know i've been very culty on here about period underwear and reusable period products in general whenever i've brought up the topic in the last year or so but i mean it sincerely. i have never spent my money on a product that just simply improved my life so much. game-changing isn't even the beginning of it. i look forward to how much better my periods are now since i no longer have to depend on gross disposables. period underwear is the shit

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Hey I saw your Link belly bullying ask! I was hoping we could get some more of that good stuff since it seemed you had a lot of detailed ideas, with weight gain as well please.

Oh I’d love to do more with that. I'll use the other characters I had ideas for. Sorry if these are a bit too long though--I'd formate them as stories if it was feasible to break them up more. But due to length, I'll stuff these under a read more.

"Your highness, I must insist that you reconsider--!" Sharp teeth clamp down before the face of the pleading Z.ora and a resounding gulp sends him down the hatch. The face bulges out S.idon's neck before disappearing past his chest. His belly gains another notch as he aids yet another of his many subjects to his bubbling, boiling tank--a sloppy belch rumbles out of his jaws, making his face flush red. "O-Okay...that's...about half of my staff, five R.ito, three H.ylians, and--BWWWWOOORP!--ugh...one Lynel..." He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, feeling his stomach bounce and shake as all of his meals kick around inside. "Are you finally satisfied with seeing the capacity of Z.ora royalty, L.ink?" He tries to peer past his stomach to see his friend, who had been pestering him all day since he'd read some texts explaining the dietary habits of the royal Z.ora family, but S.idon's stomach is so massive that he can't seem to. "L.ink, are you still there? Please don't tell me you left me while I'm like this." After a few seconds of silence, S.idon feels two hands push down hard on his stomach. His eyes widen as a massive belch roars out of him, making the steelwork of their kingdom shake under his feet. His entire face goes red as he lets loose for nearly twenty seconds. When it finally stops, he puts his hands over his mouth and he can hear L.ink laughing just out of view. "L-L.ink! That wasn't funny!" Completely flustered now, S.idon moves without thinking and swings his heavy stomach forward. It hits L.ink and he can hear a yelp as he knocks the hero off his feet and onto the floor. Before the man can get up, that large gut is on top of him, smothering him into the floor. After such a big belch, his stomach is stretched tightly, showing off the bulges of his still live meals struggling inside of him--a few of the softer ones had folded from how constricting it got in there and are little more than a bubbling slop in the bottom of his gut. S.idon can feel L.ink struggling under him but his stomach is far too heavy to move. The prince crosses his arms with a frown. "If you want to act like a child, then I'll treat you like you. You can sit under there and think about what you did. I'll let you up once I've finished processing all of this food you convinced me to eat." He can feel L.ink continue to struggle against his stomach but he leans forward on it and quickly puts an end to that. In reality, S.idon did quite enjoy letting loose and pigging out like this. The tightness of his gut, the heavy groans and churns of it chugging along, the sense of power feeling all that live prey struggling inside of him--it's all so addictive, even for such a friendly guy. What he didn't appreciate was being L.ink's plaything and the butt of his jokes, so it's only fair for the price to get the upper hand. His powerful stomach only took another hour to process everything inside, and while he's no stranger to live meals, he hasn't indulged quite like this before. S.idon's normally lean stomach now hangs heavy before him, so much so that he can still use it to keep L.ink smothered under it. The muscles he's gained from so much swimming have been smothered under squishy, soft chub that's left his arms and legs and hips much thicker than before. Even the sharp features of his face have rounded out somewhat. S.idon finally rises to his feet, his stomach wobbling as he does. L.ink is splayed out on the floor, his expression dazed. The prince feels a bit bad for him but doesn't want to think L.ink has gotten off so easily, so he keeps on the stern expression. "I hope that was an enlightening experience for you, L.ink. While you're catching your breath, I must step out." He tries to keep some kind of regalness to his leave but the groaning of his bowels makes him rush a bit. There are plenty of deep caves far underwater he can get to--he'll have to leave the mass of waste he's built up in one of them. He'd be absolutely devastated if anyone could find something so...unbecoming of him.

"That's it...it's time for...my secret technique!" This was Master K.ogha's final gambit to destroy L.ink. With a throw of his hand, a scrap of paper flies up into the air above him, exploding in a huge puff of smoke to reveal...nothing. Kohga was still for several seconds before he starts flailing his arms again. "H-Hey, which of you numskulls forgot to replace my secret technique?!" L.ink comes charging in with his sword, with K.ohga barely manages to avoid. Now he's getting a bit panicked. He needs something big and unstoppable to crush this annoying pest! If he doesn't have his secret technique and those useless clan members couldn't slow him down then...wait, that's it! K.ohga disappears from sight and reappears farther away, his fist full of the scraps of paper he uses to summon things. He crams them all into his mouth and swallows hard. L.ink wasn't wasting any time in this and comes charging after the Y.iga Clan leader again, ready to attack him. But right as he gets close, the man's stomach suddenly expands. L.ink got out a shocked cry before he's knocked down and suddenly covered. K.ohga's stomach was about as big as he was but much, much wider. His outfit was made to be stretchy, so it has no trouble containing and morphing to his gut, which is now stretched out over a lot of Y.iga members. K.ohga pants a bit as he adjusts to the sudden heavy weight in his stomach, but once he does, he starts laughing with his hands resting on his hips. "Spectacular! How's that for a secret technique, hm, hero?" He leans forward on his stomach, grinding against it just to make sure it's really rubbing into L.ink down below. He can feel the H.ylian trying to move, but the immense weight seems to be making that difficult. K.ohga throws his head back for another victory laugh but it ends up coming out as a massive belch instead. He's sent plenty of unqualified and downright useless Y.iga members down the hatch before--he had to get that pot belly from somewhere--but this was far more than he's ever done before. He uh...honestly hadn't expected this to work. But now nothing but confidence is oozing from him. "We'll see how long you survive against such a mighty stomach, hero! And I'll be able to put these Y.iga rejects to some actual use now. I'm sure they'll be more than pleased to know their lives were given in the efforts to destroy you!" Another belch belts out of him, sending a mask flying from his maw. The men down in his gut were still winded from L.ink's crusade through their hideout, so most of them can do little more than sit back and let their master's stomach process them all at once. K.ohga took no breaks in mocking and boasting to L.ink over the sounds of his churning guts. They slowly lose their form, all those bulges becoming softer and less defined until his gut is a massive, round beast. As it pumps sludge deeper through him, his body expands, growing thicker and heftier with the added weight of so much live prey. He was already a bit out of shape, but his new body would make the old him look like a model. His thighs press together now with all the added heft. His ass is stretching out his suit so much that each cheek is left well defined. His stomach goes from a mild beer gut to a heavy beer keg that hangs past his waist naturally. His arms get thicker and softer and his chest gains visible moobs. His mask even looks smaller now that his cheeks are starting to poke around the edge. K.ogha made sure his gut was pressed right over L.ink face until he noticed it had finished its processing. He gets back to his feet triumphantly and...he's still alive?! L.ink is breathing heavily now that K.ohga's stomach has been moved off of him and he's sweating from the heat but he's undoubtedly alive. "Oh, so you think you think you're sooo strong, huh? I'll show you!" His stomach lets out a low, deep groan. "...a-after a bathroom break." He looks around before going over to the deep pit in the center of the arena. Once he drops off these rejects, he'll get some more. He'll do this as many times as it takes to defeat the hero!

"Are you...sure about this?" K.ass asks with a twinge of hesitation. The traveling minstrel is no stranger to a good, squirming meal. R.ito are natural predators, after all, and with how dangerous the lands are and how sparse civilization can be, he's quite used to guzzling down whatever unfortunate soul crosses his path during meal times. This was the first time he'd done so in such...excess, however, and for money. But that blond H.ylian that he's taken a liking to--enough of one not to devour him at least--had offered him quite the bundle of rupees for a simple task--eat the folks staying at the stable he was resting at. It was rather easy, even as his stomach got heavier and bigger, to snap up every last person hanging around. And now they're inside the tent, his blue stomach stretched wide over lots of squirming meals. But L.ink's next request is what's actually making him hesitate. The H.ylian just smiles and nods and, although still a little hesitant, K.ass fulfills his wishes. He grips the bottom of his gut in both large hands, grunting with the effort of lifting it up. He moves to stand right over L.ink and then lets it go. It slams down onto the H.ylian with a loud slosh, also knocking a rather wet belch out of the R.ito. All that movement seems to have upset the occupants because they're getting very noisy and squirming but it doesn't so much to upset the bird's stomach. Instead, he's still concerned over his companion. "Are you alright down there, H.ylian?" He tilts his head a bit, trying to see if any part of L.ink is still visible to him. He feels shifting under his stomach and hands pushing into his feathered gut. "Ah, good. I suppose it was silly to doubt you. Well, you just relax down there, and if you need any air, try to let me know." Maybe they should have figured out a signal for that first but...oh well. K.ass picks up his accordion from off the floor and begins to play it, humming to himself as the music mixes with the heavy sounds of his gut. Perhaps subconsciously, K.ass would occasionally lean forward on his stomach, making the noises come out louder while further pressing his stomach into L.ink. But overall he's lost in his music, his body busily breaking down all the people inside as he plays. His normally thick figure gets a lot thicker as all the chub from such a binge packs on, further thickening his large arms and adding some additional weight to his legs and ass. His face gets fuller and rounder and his belly becomes a beast of its own, hanging off of him as a great mass. His feathers only help make it even softer though, which L.ink got to experience once that chugging gut rounded out all those rough lumps. When K.ass finished playing, his stomach had quieted down, mostly finished with its heavy meal. L.ink is fast asleep when he moves his stomach and it's grown dark outside. "My, that late already? Well...I suppose we can stay here for the night." He sets his accordion aside again and rubs his stomach, feeling how easily it molds to the touch of his wing. "And I'll make sure you all have a final resting place as well. I'm sure there's a nice ditch for you all to rest in." He heads out of the tent, confident that no beasts will try to bother him tonight. Once he returns, he'll be able to get a good night's sleep with that H.ylian. And perhaps, when they meet again, he'll have another payment for another large meal.

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[abalathia]

- what type of villain are you?

you have a constant inner struggle between right and wrong. there is a side of you that does not want to be doing what you are doing in the slightest, but once you've tasted the forbidden fruit and done something wrong, you're hungry for more. perhaps this evil side of you takes shape as simply talking to yourself, a sort of jekyll and hyde split, or perhaps its voice is backed up by a demon within you, a parasite that whispers temptations, or a monster that your body reshapes itself into when your own desires become too great. whatever the case, you take great care to keep the evil within a closely guarded secret. nobody can know, lest the monster you are take complete control.

- quiz: here. - tagging: @icehearts @stalwart-spirit @ahollowgrave @captainqster @avaritia-ffxiv & you.(sorry if you've done it!)

[protagonist-art]

never posted her?!!! this is genevieve gearloose, she'z one of gyro's kids!! think 2010s mean girl but with the most stereotypical monotone robot voice EVER

additional creds to @annasobsessions for the spawnin of this little lady!!! she was nawt a lone creation