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An Imposter on Polus

Welp, ik I’m late to the party, but I like Am/ong/U/s. So I wrote vore inspired by it. Are you proud of me? This is also one of my first times writing vore, sooooo let me know how to be better. Warning: This is vore. The fatal kind. Also M/M, M/F (mentioned), unwilling prey. No Shipping (haha aside from y’know, the spaceship. I'm not apologizing.)  Also I wrote this kinda serious with some explanations for stuff. I may even write a chapter 2. #Carne’sImposter will be the tag for this series if I continue it. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------    Arriving to Polus undetected was a challenge for the Red spaceman. He'd successfully infiltrated the crewmember's ranks back at headquarters and dispatched in a new team headed towards an unexplored planet. During the trip he found himself struggling to keep his appetite in check and ended up devouring the Yellow crewmate, causing suspicions to arise far earlier than intended. With the disappearance of Yellow, safety precautions were implemented right away and all crewmembers were required to travel in pairs.      As far as the crewmates could tell, this method had worked and there were no other incidents. However, the Imposter knew that this was only because he was biding his time, in no hurry to eliminate each of them. After all, this was his all-you-can-eat buffet, why rush?        Staring up at the falling snow, pondering just how he'll go about getting his first meal, Red is suddenly pulled out of his daydream by Cyan- his current task-partner, "hey are you gonna help me with this node or what?"     "Hm…? Oh! Yeah… Sorry…" Red apologizes, sheepishly, carrying on with his friendly act. Red squats down, opening a panel at the bottom of the node and begins the setup for it to become functional.     "You seem so distracted lately…" Cyan comments, beginning his own task with another part of the node.     No way he's catching on, right? I haven't done anything yet… Maybe he's just still on edge from Yellow? Or I'm overthinking��� "Yeah… I'm worried about what happened to Yellow… We still haven't found her."     "Ah… I think everyone's still thinking about that. I know I am. I think we should give the ship another once-over, there's gotta be clues somewhere!" Cyan has been adamant about looking 'just one more time' for weeks now, and each time there's never a single clue.      "Maybe we should… But now that we're on Polus we have so much to do, I don't think we'll have time for quite awhile." Of course, Red knows exactly where Yellow's gone to. Just thinking about it, it's hard not to lick the phantom taste on his lips, and shudder in delight.     Cyan sighs, "you're right… I just wish we knew what happened to her…" he notices Red's shivering and squints from behind his helmet, "you good, man?"     "I'm alright… It's just so cold here, even with my suit on! I might need to have it checked to make sure it's working properly… I don't want to freeze!" Red plays it off, sort of jokingly as he finishes up his task in the node and closes the panel.     "Dang, you're really cold? I'm sweating in this thing. After I'm done here maybe we should head over to the Medbay to check that out and make sure you're not sick from a suit breach or anything…" Cyan trails off, beginning to rush his task so they might head over sooner.     "I don't think it's that serious, but if you insist… I have a few tasks over that way anyways, so as long as we make sure to do all our tasks…" Red agrees, not worried about any medical examination uncovering his inhuman nature. Besides, this might be his chance to slip away and get a bite to eat.    The node lights up, signaling Cyan's successful task. With a 'follow-me wave', Cyan begins trudging through the heavy snow, towards the Medbay doors. Red decides to linger slightly, standing from his crouched position slowly. While Cyan walks ahead a few steps, he reaches his hand into the node where Cyan was working. Under the cover of snowstorm he slices at the wires, exposing them to the climate where they might eventually cause problems.      At the Medbay, Red and Cyan find themselves alone, having yet to see any of the other crew.  Red removes his suit, per Cyan's demands, and hands it over to be inspected. He then heads over to the scanner, where he requests Cyan stay outside the curtains- as one has to undress for the scanner to work properly. This is where Red makes his first move.      After ensuring Cyan is out of view- with him over at the table checking the suit- Red pulls a device from his pocket, something he got his hands on back at the base. It allows access into normally secure data that only captains and other higher-ups should have. If Red were to be caught with it, it would spell the end for him. Sticking it into a slot in the Scanner's computer, he quickly pulls up an old scan of his from his time on the ship and creates a copy of it onto this scanner, effectively giving him an alibi. Red sets off the Scanner, allowing it to create the copy and the noise it should be making to keep Cyan from getting suspicious, then- with a peak around the curtains to check if Cyan is looking- Red dashes from the Medbay into the hallway that creates the bathrooms and decontamination doors. Doing his best to stay silent, he darts to the far end of the bathrooms, where a vent is set to be installed, but at the moment is only a tunnel. He dives inside and the first step of his plan is in the clear.     Here in the unfinished vent Red is a little freer to show his alien nature and allows his tentacles to rise from his back. They’re decently long, fairly strong and he uses them to propel himself through the tunnel quickly. Once on the other side, he pokes his head out and finds he's surrounded by snow once more. This vent has led him to the outside of the medical building, near the pit of lava. Conveniently, he also spies two crewmembers, Green and Orange. He can hear them chatting, but can't quite make out what they're saying. Red watches patiently as they walk away from the thermometer device that tracks the Lava's temperature and towards the large boulder in the center of the clearing. It seems they have a brief confusion about which side of the rock they will be walking around, they laugh and split apart, Green goes left and Orange goes right.     A silly mistake, really, as this provides exactly what Red was looking for: an opportunity. Without hesitation, Red leaps from the vent and before Orange even notices him, he sends his four tentacles to wrap around Orange. He moves swiftly, knowing if Orange calls out to Green it could be over, but he also knows he shouldn't leave any trace in the snow leading this way. In one motion, he lifts Orange just off the ground, then towards him and down into the vent, which he follows.     "Ah-!?" Orange cries, unheard by Green due to the muffling snowstorm. It's dark in the tunnels and while Orange can't see a thing, Red sees just fine. "Wh-WHO'S THERE?" Orange demands, backing himself further into the tunnels as he tries to get away from his assailant.      "Oh, Orange… It's only me," Red speaks, crawling after his soon-to-be meal. His tentacles contract around Orange to pull him closer to his destination.     "Red…? What are you doing in the. . . Vent. . ." Orange trails off, he almost relaxed at first, once hearing it was his trusted companion, Red. But Orange was smarter than that and was quick to conclude what Red really was, "it was you…? You killed Yellow, didn't you!?" Orange's anger grew with each word, "what did you do to her!?"     "Well," Red yanks Orange closer a final time, now face-to-helmet with him, "you're going to find out, aren't you?" He grins madly, reaching his hands up to said helmet, pushing the buttons on either side and lifting it off of him. A hissing noise starts briefly as the cold air enters Orange's suit.      "No-!" Orange gasps, then coughs as his face is hit with freezing air. He tries to back away, but Red is practically on top of him, with some sort of appendages restraining him. "Let go! How could you do this-!?" Orange cries, trying to keep Red at bay with his hands.      Red, however, is just strong enough to get what he wants, "quite easily, dear Orange- I'm starving," he knows he needs to be quick about this, so he decides to simply go for it. Red leans close to Orange's face, one hand moving to the back of the Crewmate's head. The Imposter's grin widens as he opens his mouth, his smile growing jagged as his true self peaks through his disguise.    "Stop-! What are you doing?" Orange demands, only able to see an outline in the darkness. But Red has decided he's done talking, so with that he shoves Orange's head into his maw and begins to greedily lap at the flavor. He knows he doesn't have time to savor, so he gets on with it, using his extra appendages to rip away more of his prey's clunky space suit, then takes the first swallow.    Orange's panic rises as he desperately tries to free himself, but his adversary has overpowered him and there's nothing he can do as Red swallows again and again, getting around his shoulders, up to his chest. Orange doesn't know what sort of lifeform Red truly is, but he racks his brain trying to figure it out, hoping he might recall a weakness.     With the crewmate's arms pinned in his throat, his maw wrapped around his waist, Red lifts his prey as best he can in the cramped vent before grabbing onto Orange's flailing legs and swallowing thickly. He purrs in delight from his prey's struggling, enjoying as much as he can from this quick meal. Only his prey's legs are left and he's running out of time, so he ensures Orange's shoes have been removed then gives the last few swallows, sending Orange to his fate.   Red pants as his throat clears, but can't stop to rest or let his stomach settle and begins racing down the vent to return to Medbay before his absence is noticed. He could enjoy this properly later. His stomach sways as he rushes through the vent, but isn't nearly as large as one might think after his meal. This is because his anatomy is far different than that of a human's, and while his disguise does help with that, there is no hiding it after he's eaten. His stomach region starts from the top of his chest, down to his waist, leaving room for concealment so long as his prey isn't larger than himself, with only a small bump to show for it.     Pulling himself out of the vent, Red places a hand on his stomach, trying to help the weight and keep his prey quiet. He eyes the decontamination doors, checking that no one is coming out, then scoots to the corner to peek at Cyan. He finds that Cyan is still messing with his suit, facing the other direction, so Red takes his chance to slip back across the hallway, behind the curtains into the scanning room. He sighs with relief and finally gives himself a chance to catch his breath.     His prey has been struggling wildly the entire time, presumably trying to right himself and keep from being jostled. Red runs a hand down his stomach, enjoying the sensation for a moment. He chuckles at his prey, pushing down on him until his attention is caught by the sounds of the scanner completing.     Red removes the device from the scanner and tucks it safely into his suit, then waits a few moments longer to mime the time it would take to dress if he had really scanned. He grabs the scanner's tablet to show Cyan the proof, then walks out from the curtains.     "I've finished scanning, it says everything is normal," Red declares, walking up to the table where his suit lies and placing the tablet down for Cyan to see, "find any breaches?"    Cyan glances over at the tablet, reading that it is indeed normal, then looks back to the suit, "that's good, we don't want you sick. I haven't found anything unusual yet, but I'm still looking…"  "Ah, okay, thanks. I'm gonna do my tasks over here," Red replies, heading over to the telescope, away from Cyan, hoping he's kept his distance enough that the crewmate can't hear Orange. He brings his eye to the telescope, starting his search for anything unusual around the planet. Every few seconds Red is sure to adjust settings on the telescope as noisily as he can, really testing those squeaky knobs.     After a few moments, Cyan sighs loudly and looks up, "are you doing that on purpose?"    Red turns to his partner, "whatever do you mean-?"     His attempt to sound innocent is interrupted by a loud alarm blaring and a voice coming from their tablets attached to the suits, "EMERGENCY MEETING," it announces loudly in a monotonous voice.

[fatstarter]

Who’s next?

[colonsoup]

their faces killing me why nobody gaf

[route351]

the WVBA accepts no responsibility for insane pervert opponents devouring you

[ltsmoving]

waugh i cant be bothered colouring this have some lineart of these two also hiiii slight redesigns :)

noo little british boy dont get eaten by your big alt boyfriend...

[ghostsngarlic]

Girlfriend storage unit time

[lesbianoms]

Drunken MILF in her bra and underwear with a ‘lil potbelly that’s gurgling and sloshing with wine. She jiggles it and lets out all these cute little hiccups and burps, before getting hungry. Maybe she orders pizza and ends up with the delivery boy stewing away noisily in her gut.

[tabbytums]

little indulgent digestion sequence with da dude (nameless oc) 🫃🏻

[intestinalemphasis]

Lil pred boy, all bloated up, burping up a storm while his then-boyfriend squirms around inside his taut stomach. He rubs and massages over his swollen middle, but to no avail as it groans crankily, and the meat inside refuses to settle. He groans, rolling onto his side in bed, letting the great mound in his middle try as it might to start breaking down his latest breakup.

He's going to be sickly and sloshy in the morning...>:3

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Since he's in your faves, could we possibly have bandit eating his brothers 👀? with slow digestion and disposal too if possible? - 🐦 anon

That sounds like a good story for him. Great intro for him as a subject on this blog!

B.andit slurps over his lips in anticipation as he drives down the road. It’s just him and his brothers today, going out on a trip to the beach. Just some friendly brotherly bonding. Heh, well, in more than one way—the thought makes B.andit snicker a bit to himself. He quickly clears his throat when he notices R.adley glance at him through the rearview mirror. “Almost there, mates! This is gonna be a good one, I can just feel it!”

“Just so long as I get to man the barbie!” S.tripe says, a big grin on his face. B.andit's belly is gurgling wetly in anticipation. There's no food actually in the cooler, but he still intended to eat very well today.

“Still can’t believe ya found a ‘secret spot’ on the beach,’ R.adley comments. “It’ll be nice not having to fight the crowds the whole time.”

“Heh, yeah...” B.andit’s already starting to tune them out a bit. All he can think about is how good today is going to go. Every second that goes by is just another one closer to that goal. And pretty soon...he’s parking the car on the sand's edge.

The H.eelers get out of the car, all of them excited about finally arriving. The old wooden fence blocking off the beach spot has broken enough that there’s a large gap that looks like an entrance, and the ‘No Trespassing’ sign is hidden in the brush. B.andit had scouted this place out personally and he was sure that it was perfect.

“Rad, you mind settin’ up the chairs?” B.andit asks. “I’ll help S.tripe here get the grill goin’.”

R.adley smiles and nods. “You got it, mate.” He goes to get the trunk open first, doing a juggling act with three beach chairs as he drags them along to the beach. B.andit watches him go, his tail starting to wag. That just leaves him and S.tripe at the car, and the latter is getting the cooler open.

“B.andit, mate, where’s the food?” S.tripe asks as he shuffles around in the cooler. “Ya didn’t pack just beer, didja?”

B.andit slurps over his lips and his belly rumbles. “Nah, I’m lookin’ at the food right now.”

S.tripe turns around, about to ask what that means, when B.andit suddenly shoves forward and pins him in the back of the car. It gets a yelp out of the younger H.eeler, who squirms slightly in confusion. “Mate, what’re ya--” S.tripe’s question is cut off by B.andit’s yawns jaws surging forward, engulfing his face and squishing his muzzle into the other dog’s gullet.

B.andit’s tail is a blur as he tastes over his brother and starts to gulp. He’s as delicious as he seemed and it’s got B.andit excited to pack it all away. S.tripe’s shouting is easily muffled by his gullet, and even more so as the younger H.eeler starts sinking deeper. B.andit’s jaws easily push down the other dog’s shoulders and chest, then over his soft belly. B.andit’s own gut is groaning loudly, sensing lots of food about to come spilling in.

The beach was a great idea for this. With only his trunks on, B.andit gets to taste all the best parts of his meal. He shoves on his brother’s ass, cramming it into his maw with another wet gulp. Then he starts slurping those kicking legs down. His stomach groans and gurgles, bloating out steadily as S.tripe is crammed inside. He’s still shouting in there, calling for R.adley. B.andit just chuckles around the twitching feet before clacking his maw shut. One final gulp and he can feel the rest of his brother slide down into his tank.

“Hooooh yeah...” B.andit huffs out a sated sigh as he rubs along his bulging gut. “You settled in real good, mate. Thanks for handling the food.” He pats the side a few times, getting a muffled whine and some kicks from S.tripe. B.andit just snickers to himself as he hefts his gut up and lets it drop, enjoying the way it sloshes as it thumps to the floor of the car. “Too bad ya just aren’t fillin’ enough. Good thing I brought extra...” He slurps over his lips with another chuckle, side-eyeing his older brother.

R.adley is grumbling to himself, currently struggling with a very stubborn chair. B.andit’s real glad he never got around to throwing that one out. With another slurp of his chops and a few pats to the bulge S.tripe’s face was making, B.andit backs away from the car trunk and lets his gut sag down with a thick slosh. S.tripe yelps inside, wiggling around, and B.andit hefts his gut up in his paws and begins to waddle over to the eldest H.eeler.

“Agh...B.andit, the heck is wrong with this chair?” R.adley grumbles as he pulls on it. “And what’s...all that sloshin’? Don’t tell me the ice’s already melt--” R.adley gives up on the chair and turns around to face B.andit, just to get a bulging gut shoved up against him as he stares down wide, drooling jaws. He barely gets a chance to scream before they’re both tumbling down into the sand and rolling around.

R.adley shouts once for help, and then his voice is muffled and wet, sloppy slurps begin to echo out instead. B.andit groans happily around his older brother as he greedily devours him, tail wagging like crazy all the while. R.adley goes down about as easily as S.tripe did, his head and chest disappearing in just a few gulps, then his stomach after a few more…

B.andit soon rolls onto his back, his stomach sloshing around wildly as it does. He has a blissful look on his face, jaws stretched around R.adley’s rump as he drools. His older brother's legs are kicking around outside his maw, but he just puts his paws on the kicking feet and slowly pushes down on them. He can’t help the pleased moan he lets out as he enjoys the last bits of his meal. Finally, his maw seals around his own fingers, and he gulps R.adley’s feet down as he pulls them back out. “Ooooh yeeeeah…”

S.tripe whines as the last of R.adley finishes squishing into the dark and slimy gut with him. The space has already been tight, but now the two adult dogs are being roughly crammed together into a ball of meat. R.adley is curled up awkwardly, face half smothered in S.tripe’s stomach, and S.tripe has to move his head around to keep it away from R.adley’s ass or kicking legs. Things only get more uncomfortable for them when the gut begins to slosh and move again.

With a whole lot of effort, B.andit picks himself up and gets onto his feet again. His gut sloshes wetly when he does and hangs down low, sagging down to nearly touch the sand. He pants a bit from both the blissful fullness and the effort he had to exert. That’s interrupted by a deep, wet BWWWWWEEEEEEEEEELLLLCH!!!! that ends up bubbling out of him. It mixes the flavor of both his brothers in his maw, and he slurps over his lips with a pleased groan.

“Alright, lads, I’d say the H.eeler brother beach vacation is about ready to begin!” B.andit says. His brothers let out muffled groans and whines, weakly trying to wiggle around in the tight confines. B.andit pats his gut a few times and then givesit some quick rubs. “Since you guys are all settled in and relaxed now, I think it’s about time I did the same!” Thankfully, it looks like R.adley got the lounge chair set up before getting distracted with the broken one. B.andit just had to waddle his way over to it…

S.tripe whines as the belly begins to slosh more, making him slide back and forth slightly. Since his brother got crammed in on top of him, he’s in constant danger of slipping down too far and being smothered under him. And the space is too slick for him to try and fight that, and too tight for them to attempt rearranging their positions. “B.andit, this is too much for a laugh! When are ya gonna let us out?”

B.andit’s ears twitch slightly at the muffled voice of S.tripe. He reaches around to find where the younger’s head is and gives it a few rubs. “End of the day, of course. First I just gotta…” Very slowly and very carefully, B.andit lowers himself down into the lounge chair. He can already feel it groan and strain under the weight of three adult men, but so long as he doesn’t make any sudden or hard movements, it should hold! With some wiggling and shifting and occasional pushing on his belly, B.andit is able to fully lie back in the chair, arms folded behind his head. A deep, content sigh escapes him and he closes his eyes. “That’s better…”

The stomach gurgles and groans loudly around the two H.eeler brothers. The walls squeeze and shift, never giving them a moment of rest. Their fur is already soaked with slobber and other slime, and with the warm sun now beating down on the stomach, it’s starting to feel like a sauna. Most insultingly, they can feel B.andit’s paws slowly rubbing and patting over his stomach. S.tripe pants and whines, wincing a bit as he feels a wandering paw gently smack his nose. “H-He’s not really gonna leave us in here, is he..?”

“I ain’t liking our odds…” R.adley laments, his normally fluffy hair constantly sagging into his eyes. The stomach walls churn deeply, squeezing them a bit tighter together. They can hear another belch bubble out of B.andit from above them. “…startin’ to think this was all planned out, too.”

B.andit has a big grin on his face as he relaxes. No one’s going to come bother them. Their phones are back in the car. This place is completely private. It’s just him and his brothers…and eventually, it’ll just be him. B.andit slurps over his muzzle at the thought. The idea of snacking on his bros has lingered in the back of his mind for a while, but with all three of them having adult lives, it’s been hard to find a good chance to do it. He’s really glad he stumbled on this place by chance…

As the day moves along, B.andit’s stomach burbles and groans and churns and gurgles. The noises are constant, loud and wet. It easily overpowers the ocean sounds and B.andit would even say he likes them a lot more. He can’t help but feel over his gut every so often, checking in on his brothers. Feeling them wiggle or whine when his paws wander…sometimes he gets them to call out for help or try to reason with him. Getting harder to hear them over the sloppy sounds his stomach keeps making, though.

It’s only a couple of hours in when the first signs of digestion are settling in. B.andit let loose a real monster of a belch, his tail wagging like crazy. But when he felt something tickle him on the way up, he opened his eyes to see blue and orange fur fluttering from his maw. His brothers’ fur…he grins wide and presses down gently on his gut, feeling one of them—R.adley, he thinks—whine softly from the slight pressure. “How’s it going, mates? You all tuckered out yet?”

R.adley and S.tripe are already losing their sense of time. They’re soaked to the bone, squished in tight together. Everything is hot and slimy and loud and tight…their energy has long since drained. And sure enough, they can feel the stomach somehow working even harder on them, and they know it’s starting to leave its mark. “B.andit…mate…ya gotta get us out…” R.adley calls out weakly. “If ya don’t…real soon then…” The stomach churns deeply over them and the walls squeeze in, turning R.adley’s pleas into a whine.

Another bekch bubbles out of B.andit and he smacks his lips happily. “Glad t’ hear it then!” He wasn’t totally sure what R.adley was saying. His voice was well drowned out by the thick churning of his stomach, even when the older H.eeler’s head is closest to B.andit’s ears. “Though, all this heat is leavin’ me parched…alright, up we go…” B.andit moves his paws under his gut and heaves himself up with a grunt.

Everything begins to slosh and stir for the brothers, making them yelp and start to wiggle around some more. At this point, the stomach has no trouble tossing and throwing them around. They slip and tumble as B.andit waddles to the car, constantly hefting his gut in his arms just for some added disorder. Their muffled yaps and cries to B.andit go mostly unheard thanks to all the other heavy and wet noises being made.

The cooler at least makes a good shelf to rest his gut on as B.andit heads back to his chair. It took a lot of effort to get there and back and B.andit decides he doesn’t want to move for a while after that. He slowly eases back into his chair, his gut settling between his legs like before. He gives it a few pats and it burbles harshly in return, earning a deep and rumbling HWWWWWOOOOOUUUUURRRRRPPPP!!!! for all his troubles. A content sigh follows after, and B.andit leans over slightly to open up the cooler and start rummaging around.

R.adley and S.tripe are almost grateful when things start to finally settle down. Through all the commotion, they’ve ended up even more tightly compacted together, looking like a big wad of soggy fur. But they’re at least in a slightly better position, R.adley’s head buried in S.tripe’s chest, with the younger’s chin resting on top of him. S.tripe had gotten stuck under him for a while during all the sloshing around, but now that B.andit is laying back, it looks odd like he’s sitting up with R.adley curled up tight in his lap. It gives the two of them a chance to catch their breaths…until something cold splashes in with them, earning a couple of yelps.

B.andit sighs happily after he drains half a can of soda. Much better. He sets the can aside and settles back again, sloshing his gut a bit more. He’s back to his relaxing, now occasionally taking a few swings from his drinks as he does. His stomach rumbles and groans deeply, drowning out the slight whimpers from the two soggy dogs. B.andit ends up fast asleep after an hour or so, and even his snoring can barely be heard over his churning gut.

R.adley and S.tripe are left to whimper and churn as B.andit snoozes through the afternoon. If it hadn’t settled in before that, there was no denying now that they really are just food now. B.andit’s not going to be letting them out. The stomach walls churn and squeeze over them, another belch escaping B.andit in his sleep. They’re melting, slowly, bodies getting softer and weaker. A thick slop is starting to squelch and bubble around them and they know it’s only going to fill up the space more.

B.andit’s belly changed slowly as the hours went by. It shrinks a bit at first with a wet groan. Then the bulges the two dogs were making start to squeeze in tighter and round out a bit. The sounds grow wetter and more bubbly, then shrinks a few more inches. The process continues like that as the sun dips lower in the sky. A bubbly belch rumbles out of B.andit, sending a pair of swimming trunks out of his maw. It splats against his own gut and that’s enough to make him slowly blink awake again.

A wide yawn slowly works its way up next, B.andit’s tongue curling a bit as he stretches out. He smacks his lips a few times and looks down at his stomach. By now, it’s much smaller and much rounder. It definitely doesn’t look like both of his brothers would fit in there. He slowly puts his paws on gut and feels it bubble deeply. A smile quirks onto his muzzle and he gives it a few pats while he tosses the trunks aside “Glad t’ see ya both settled in. Took a few hours but…” B.andit’s train of thought is cut off by something shifting hard in his gut, making it slosh thickly. His ears perk up immediately and he leans in a bit closer. “Hello..?”

“B…B.andit…” a muffled voice pants out weakly. It can barely be heard over all the other noises and B.andit is nearly putting his ear to his stomach to listen in. He can’t quite tell which of them it is. “Please…I…c-can’t feel my…” B.andit’s gut bubbles and groans loudly and it shrinks an inch. He loses whatever was being said but it comes back in eventually. “…he’s not movin’…and I think he’s…”

B.andit sits up again, pressing his paws into his belly. “Alright, I hear ya…don’t worry, shouldn’t take much longer…” A few rubs and kneads, and he feels the whimpering, shifting lump of meat sink down deeper and lose a lot of its fight. B.andit has a couple more hours to enjoy here, judging by the sun. He’s sure this’ll all be done by then…

With some effort, B.andit lifts himself out of the chair. His gut wobbles and sloshes wetly as he does, a lot rounder and more…orb shaped. At this point, he’s not sure if he can feel anymore natural movement inside, but it doesn’t matter much. He hefts up his gut with a bubbly belch and waddles to the shore. He can’t go to a beach for a day and not get in the water for at least a while! And with his belly so much smaller, it’s finally time to enjoy that warm ocean water!

It does feel very nice on his hard-working belly. It’s a bit awkward wading through the water and swimming while hefting it, and he gets knocked over a few times thanks to all the weight. But as his belly grows smaller, pumping away the thick slop his brothers have been steadily reduced to, it gets easier to stay upright. It also makes him thicker and heavier all around. New weight rounds him out further, sagging down a bit. His swimming trunks get much tight on his form, the leg holes stretching out tight over expanding thighs and his ass filling the back out more.

B.andit eventually hauls himself out of the water. He wipes his face dry as his fur droops and sops. He’s nearly doubled in weight by now, paws roaming over his new heft absentmindedly. His tail won’t stop wagging, spraying water everywhere. His belly groans and burbles deeply, a new weight building up down low. Just in time, too. The sun’s going down so he needs to start packing up.

By the time the chairs are all folded up and packed in the truck, B.andit feels a low pressure rumble in his bowels. He winces and rubs his gut. “Oi, hold on a tick, mates. Almost done here…” He bends down to grab the drink cooler…and then his ears perk up as a loud tearing sound pierces the air. His cheeks burn a little bit, knowing exactly what that was, given that he can feel the air on his bum. His tail lifts instinctually after that as a low rumble sends a wet fart blowing out of him. B.andit’s cheeks burn even darker. His brothers don’t feel like waiting.

B.andit perks up quickly, looking around. Private beach—no port-a-potties. He doesn’t want to just go in the sand or the water, though. His eyes go back to the drink cooler. That’s basically a toilet, right? The ramping pressure in his bowels agrees, so B.andit throws open the lid, turns around, and sits down. Not even a second later, he’s grunting as a thick log begins to spread him out and splash into the ice water still in the cooler.

More splashes echo out as B.andit lays cables in the cooler. To give them credit, R.adley and S.tripe are sliding out with relative ease! B.andit has a bit of trouble over more…difficult bones, like the ribs and the skulls. But other than some grunting and a bit more effort, the other two H.eeler’s make for smooth sailing. The only real issue is that there’s…a lot of them. B.andit’s a little worried about overflow, but just before he’s about to get up and move, he finds the last few pounds of waste squeezing out of him and into the cooler.

With a deep and sated sigh, B.andit takes a second to catch his breath before getting up. He can’t resist looking down into the cooler. Brown logs are coiled and heaped up inside, filling up nearly the whole thing. Random bones jut out here or there, most notably to him being one skull that’s buried halfway up its eyes that has the end of its muzzle sticking out, and the other one that’s sitting near the top but is missing its lower jaw. If it weren’t for the familiar fur color dotting the brown muck, they’d be unrecognizable.

B.andit’s tail is wagging like crazy and he smiles. The thought that his brothers remind him of a dig site bemused him. And while these are two full skeletons…he doubts anyone would find a lot of value in them. B.andit might, but hauling the cooler into his car sounds like a lot of work and then there’s the smell and how late it is…B.andit ends up closing the lid to the cooler and dusting his paws off. “Guess I’ll head back alone then. You two can keep enjoying the beach, though!” With a grin and a mock wave to the cooler, B.andit waddles himself back to his car.

After adjusting the seat to squeeze inside and starting it up, B.andit gives one last look at the beach and the cooler that his brothers are packed in. He grins again and gives his stomach a few idle pats. Maybe if the cooler is still here after a few days, he’ll drag it home and bury it somewhere. And if it’s not…at least it’s a convenient way for someone to dispose of it. B.andit pulls out onto the road and drives off after that, just as the sun disappears past the horizon.

[creamtreats]

never actually explained what the deal with ix’s hands and feet is

[route351]

midnight and one of many (ex) girlfriends

[ltsmoving]

a kind of continuation of the lab post? mayhaps a lab assistant was getting revenge for their co-workers, or maybe it was just a hungry pred seeing another meal.

shrugs, i've just been in a massive prey mood recently i need to be dinner NOW.

[dvorrak]

I like it when a pred can’t lie to save their life

[anchored-eats]

Going to be mixing the name suggestions that I got for this guy. His name is now Verdugo Moore!

Here he is digesting away at some poor souls. One's still struggling, two have accepted their fate, and three are nothing but sloppy mush and a pile of bones that float around in his belly.

[lesbianoms]

Cute, flighty, skinny and dainty pred girl that always somehow ends up with a big, looming guy packed tight in her belly. Maybe it’s a cheating ex-boyfriend, maybe it’s some rando who got too drunk and handsy at a bar… it doesn’t matter once he’s down her throat and stretching out her flat tummy into a big, gurgly lump.

She ignores his angry shouts and his begging and just whines about having a tummy ache. And so she goes home and sulks, feeling sorry for herself. Eventually, she does feel a bit better, watching her belly round out and soften throughout the weeks. The pressure in her gut loosens up and she lets out a big belch, finally able to enjoy digestion~