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newincognitotab · 5 months ago

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Post-Work Meal

This is just a lil piece I wanted to do for a scenario that @/gothperv posted over on Twitter a while ago. You should go check her stuff out!

CW: Vore, Digestion, Unaware, Gore, Odour

Word Count: 2,557

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You were on your way home after a gruelling shift at your crummy nine-to-five job. thanking the gods that it was finally over after what felt like much, much longer than eight hours. To make matters worse, it started hammering down with rain not even five minutes after you left. So, when you reached the bus shelter, you were absolutely drenched.

Truly a shit day.

Finally reaching shelter from the elements, you fish your earphones out from your pocket and get them connected to your phone, immediately putting your playlist on shuffle and tuning out the world around you for the long wait ahead.

... What's that weird smell?

You open your eyes expecting to be blinded by the evening sun setting over the houses across from you, as it normally does. But no. It's pitch black. You can't even see the houses across the street...

Confused, you pull your phone out and turn the screen on, squinting as the bright glow threatens to blind you after getting used to the inky darkness surrounding you. The clock on your lock screen displayed the time in big, bold white numbers: 18:13. You haven't been waiting that long, have you? Surely you would have noticed the bus passing at some point. Though, you did zone out, so maybe it's possible you missed it...

You look around, seeing a few other lights scattered around you. Curious, you take your earphones out and you're immediately met with a cacophony of voices, all sounding just as confused as you are right now. Realising that no-one seems to know what's going on, you sigh before taking a step forward, only for your foot to sink into the ground as soon as you put the slightest amount of pressure on it. A warm, soft feeling envelops your foot; it feels like you just stepped into a bog. Once more, you turn your phone screen on, this time pointed at the ground. What you see only leaves you with more questions. Stretching on for what as far as you can see in this dark world is a plane of yellow. Where you're foot has penetrated the gooey-looking floor, a red liquid seeps up through the gaps; viscous, but pooling into the gaps between your shoes and feet, creating a very uncomfortable sensation which is only amplified by the unusual warmth of the liquid.

Just what the hell is going on?

As if hearing your question, the gods provide an answer.

Before you know it, the world around you shakes. Everyone else caught in the darkness with you starts to panic. You even hear what sounds like some of them falling into the strangely spongy floor. Then, without warning, light floods into the world. You, and everyone else, let out a collective groan as you're blinded briefly. Chaos begins to unfold as the first person to open their eyes—a woman—lets out a shrill scream – like something out of a stereotypical slasher movie.

When you open your own eyes, though, you can't say you blame her. You follow her gaze up to the sky, adding to the chorus of screams as you spot the faux sun overlooking your world in place of where the real one should be. Instead of being held in place by gravity, it hangs from a cord attached to a ceiling stretching unto infinity. You tear your gaze away from the unnatural spectacle and frantically look around.

The yellow ground is uneven and stretches for what seems like miles, with the occasional red structure sat atop it. Each one appears circular, curving upward as if warped by the heat.

... This is a pizza.

The realisation hits you like a truck; somehow, someway, you're tiny on top of a pizza.

Lost in thought, you lose track of what's happening around you, only regaining your focus as a shrill screech pierces your ears once more, forcing you back to the real world. You quickly realise why people are screaming when you notice the light being blotched out by a giant head. Long, messy purple-dyed hair, illuminated by the light behind it, frames a face staring down at your greasy prison either oblivious or uncaring of your presence within the cheesy mire as a hand reaches down for you.

Naturally, you cower in fear, bringing your arms up and awaiting your cruel fate. Only you feel nothing after a few moments, but the sounds of primal fear beside you force you to look. As soon as you realise what's happening, you remain transfixed on it, watching as the slice next to you—and the people on it—are effortlessly lifted towards the giant's face. You know what's about to happen, yet you find yourself unable to look away as they get to work on the first of many slices. Bit by bit, you watch as the entire slice gets devoured. The lack of any bits falling from the slice tells you all you need to know about the fates of those who were on that slice.

A satisfied moan escapes the giant's lips as they lean back in their seat briefly, giving you a chance to properly see the face of your new god before you're chosen to be a sacrifice. Underneath the mess of purple hair resides a pale face, decorated with dark eyes and equally dark circles underneath them indicating a lack of sleep. Lips painted black fit with what you've been able to see of the black, baggy long-sleeve - of course, your focus was mainly on her face as she ate slice after slice of pizza, sending relative tons of cheese and sauce—as well as several human lives—into her eager maw and on a one-way trip. You were powerless to stop her; even if you weren't frozen in fear, what could you have realistically done? You figured out pretty quickly that you're far too small to possibly be noticed by the goth goddess.

She leans back in her seat with a loud sigh that rumbles your world, followed by the piercing squeak of her chair. Your shoulders slump in relief hearing it, but as you gaze up at her face, though slightly obscured by her hair and the light, you're able to meet her gaze. You freeze, noticing that she's staring at your slice, though it feels like she's staring right at you. But what haunts you is the look in her eyes. You're small enough that her words would likely be unintelligible to you, but you don't need words to figure out what's about to happen; not with that look in her eyes.

Just one more bite...

Her hand moves towards you, eclipsing her face as it stretches overhead and reaches for the crust. As soon as it reaches its mark, you manage to wrestle off the cold grip of dread and regain control of your body. Immediately, you start wading through the thick swamp comprised of cheese and sauce as fast as you possibly can, trying to keep your balance. Your world comes to a sudden halt. As a result, you lurch forward, landing face-first in the cheese. You lift your head up, wiping the cheese and sauce away, and look back to find yourself at eye-level with a pair of black-painted lips; the gates to Hell pursed as if trying to contain the horrors on the other side. What those horrors are, you don't know, nor do you want to find out. Unfortunately, your goddess doesn't show any signs of caring as her lips part.

BOOOOUUUUURRRRRP!!!!!

A gust of warm wind tainted with the stench of death and digestion blows over you, leaving you retching with watery eyes as the rancid air assaults your senses like poison. Through the tears stinging your eyes, you can only watch as she slowly guides the slice into her waiting maw, the fleshy cave clearly eager for the arrival of its newest morsel. Your energy having been completely sapped, you meekly raise your arms to your face, praying to this deific woman that your death is quick and painless. Blasts of hot breath wash over you as your draw closer to the gaping maw, not giving you a moment of respite as a row of off-white boulders loom menacingly over you almost tauntingly before deciding to end it all. Bracing for the end, you're only able to listen as the teeth claim another bite, forced to hear the visceral detail as they tear through gooey cheese, sauce, and crusty bread. You shakily move your arms away, a strangled cry of victory forcing its way out of your throat as you stare at the teeth before you. Above, her upper lip looms over you, the unpainted flesh glistening with saliva.

You pant heavily, not as bothered by the foul smell due to the feeling of triumph. You did it! There's a chance! Maybe, just maybe, you can-

You're suddenly torn from your hopeful thoughts, dragged from your perch on the part-eaten slice into a brief free fall before smacking against a warm wall hard enough to leave you dazed. Everything becomes a blur; each sound muffled as you struggle to get your bearings. Head hanging limply, you're able to make out what looks to be a several mile drop from wherever you are to the seat the giantess is sat on, the gap between her legs akin to a great canyon.

Shouldn't that be...?

Lifting your head proves to be a struggle, and when you manage to, you're horrified to find that your foot managed to get ensnared in a string of cheese during your escape attempt—that same string trailing up along the crease between her chin and lower lip, disappearing into the cavern behind those dark lips.

As you hang from the strand of cheese, you try to contemplate your next move as best as you can with the blood rushing to your head, though you're quickly torn from your train of thought as your body jerks upwards. You raise your head once more, eyes going wide with panic as you notice your only lifeline slowly disappearing behind her lips. With newfound vigour, you start struggling in your cheesy binds, hoping to get her attention as a best case scenario; worst case, well...

You'd rather not think about the long drop that might not kill you unless you land headfirst...

A shrill scream forces itself up from your throat—probably the most genuinely terrified scream you've ever made—as you thrash around, not caring about how hopeless it may be, being too worried about the hell waiting for you on the other side of the lips growing closer with each passing second. Hopeless, it is, as her lips soon reach your bound feet, easily passing over them as she unwittingly slurps up your body.

You're pulled passed her teeth against your will, landing on her tongue with a sickening squelch. The air is humid and reeks of cheese, almost enough to be considered toxic. Each breath makes you wretch. Being stuck face-down against her tongue doesn't do much to help, either; getting soaked with saliva only serving to make you writhe in disgust at the uncomfortable sensation. Thankfully, it at least loosens the cheese's grip on you. But, before you can free yourself, the tongue beneath you rises up, pinning you against the roof of the giantess' mouth. You squirm and writhe against it, suddenly stopping as a deafening moan shakes you to your core.

Can she feel you? Does she know? Or is she just enjoying the pizza that much?

You get your answer as her tongue drops back down and gathers the mushed remains of your former prison up and starts to move it to the back of her throat. The wall of food effortlessly takes you with it, despite your struggles, adding you to its mass as it rolls along. The last thing you see in her mouth is the large uvula looming overhead, swaying hypnotically with each gust of putrid air. A falling sensation washes over you as the tongue suddenly bucks, sending you tumbling down to the fetid chamber of her stomach.

With a loud GLLLCK, the walls of her throat drag you on the agonisingly slow journey down, forcing you further into the amalgamation of bred, dairy and sauce with each undulation. Eventually you feel it come to a stop, giving you a brief moment of respite before the valve separating you from the horror below opens up, dumping you into an acidic sea. Immediately, your nose is filled with the fetor of decay, your ears ringing from the cacophony of screams, now infinitely more horrified. Only this time, you don't add to them, too mortified by what you're able to see given the dim light. Remnants of the pizza dot the bubbling sea of chyme, reduced to little more than a barely solid mush. Those who were fortunate— or unfortunate, you can't imagine anyone is hopeful that they'll make it out alive— enough to end up atop the piles of partly digested mush crying out, begging their devourer to have mercy on them. The part that leaves you pale-faced and speechless is the amount of bodies that had come into contact with the digestive juices. The ones that hadn't splashed straight into it and been reduced to a slurry of flesh and bone were mostly floating in the soup, only moving with the gentle sway of the sea. Others were a gory mess, with limbs melted away, some of them still clinging to what little life they have left. The nausea-inducing smell on top of everything else is enough to make you puke up the little food filling your own stomach.

Somewhere up above, you hear a deep gurgle that's shortly followed by a loud belch echoing even further in the distance. A relaxed sigh fills you with a sense of dread; rightfully so as a loud smack from the other side of your fleshy prison causes the world in her stomach to shake rather violently. Several of the screams grow more intense as many people fall from their perches into the bubbling sea, quickly silenced as they're disintegrated by the digestive enzymes. Just when you think it can't get any worse, the world around you start to tilt; probably the woman leaning back in her seat. Another pat of her stomach causes the mound holding you to shift, turning you enough that most of your vision is filled with the sight of stomach acid. Her body coming to a stop finishes the job, a wave of gastric juices riding towards you. The initial wave splashes you, causing you to scream out in agony as the lingering juices start to melt away your skin. The wave bounces off her stomach lining, hitting the other side of your impromptu raft, giving it a final push to completely submerge you. Gastric juices quickly flood into your mouth, the pain only intensifying as your body melts. Your final moments are anything but peaceful, spent writhing in agony as the flesh on your bones gets reduced to a bloody slurry in the soupy remains of her meal. Your final thought before death takes a firm hold on you is of how, despite the sheer horror you've endured, you probably wouldn't even equate to a single calorie...

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