#might end up rubbing my nasty vore hands on these two

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Not entirely sure you'd be into this, but vore featuring the workers from the squid game? They do have masks after all!

I think they're pretty good so I'll get some stuff for them! Also can you tell how far I'm digging back into my drafts for this one?

The guards were clearly enjoying this much more than they should. That was pretty obvious to the contestants after the first game they played. It had seemed safe enough when no one actually died but then...well, the guards came in, moving like wolves stalking their prey. When the first guy was being guzzled down, it got a lot more to start panicking, which resulted in a lot more eating. By game's end, nearly half of them were gone, and each guard had at least two guys stretching out their pink suits. The masks hid their faces, but not their clear enjoyment, as they rubbed and kneaded their guts, sloshed them around or pressed them into things, let out nasty belches and content sighs over their meals. A lot of the contestants wondered if that was the whole point, just for these strangers in masks to gorge themselves on easy meals. Every game went like that. Nothing explicitly deadly, at least until those who lost were grabbed and devoured without hesitation. Some tried to bargain their way out of it, others attempted to fight back, and some simply gave up. In the end, no one got away from the hungry guards, and every day they were getting fatter and fatter. When it came down to the last handful of contests, it was pretty clear they were being watched at all times by hungry eyes, the guards sizing them up, trying to decide who would get which meal. In the end, only one man would be left, every other contestant fattening someone's gut or ass. His prize was the money...the consolation prize was getting to feel up a lot of hungry predator stomachs without being devoured. Unless, of course, he asks for it. But you'd have to be stupid to give up all that money just to be a meal for one of those guards...the winner has a hard time deciding just how stupid he is then.

When the lights went off, the idea was that the contests were meant to maim one another as a part of the game. But one of the guards couldn't stand the idea of so much wasted meat and saw an opportunity. Everyone was too afraid to move that day as wet gulps and slurps echo out in the darkness. Some desperate screams manage to get over them every so often, but they're always muffled with a noisy gulp and a wet belch. When the lights come on again, the guard is gone, as well as a large number of contestants. Only a few jumpsuits, dripping in drool and left discarded remain. None of them knew exactly what happened, but they knew they were lucky to be alive. And those watching certainly enjoyed the show plenty, so the greedy guard was allowed to have his meal and settle in his room to digest undisturbed. The contestants in his gut scream and thrash, begging to be let out and given another chance. None of them thought it was fair, but in all honesty, it wasn't about fairness. He lays back in bed, arms behind his head, and lets out a nasty belch into the air. He'd miss a couple of games processing all of this meat, but that's more than worth it to score a meal like this. If he's lucky, and the audience was thoroughly entertained, he might even be able to go up a rank and get a new mask. Then he can start eating like this even more. Three games later, the remaining contestants would take note of one of the guards watching them and how much fatter he is compared to the rest, his pink jumpsuit stretched skin tight over his new heft. Some mumbling about how he managed that catches the guard's attention and he feels his guts gurgling. They might have another 'lights out' soon just so he can show them all how right they are.

The guard in the square mask stares down silently at the guards in circle masks. The low-ranking ones are always the ones that get too excited and too greedy over the prospect of so much live prey to eat. They all tried to sneak some meals in the last game, but when one got caught in the act, he squealed fast and now the whole group is in trouble. Their stomachs are still bubbling wetly, the contestants who were unfairly devoured still barely kicking or fully liquified already. They could have been let out but they weren't. The circle guards were allowed to have their last meals, at least. The first one to finish is the first to be punished, grabbed by the ankles and hoisted up. He trashed and begs, trying to apologize as he's devoured feet first. It doesn't do him any good as he's packed away. The process repeats for the other four, each one devoured feet first so they can spend their last moments yelling and begging, all the way up until their world is framed by teeth before it all goes black. It was the same thing with all of them--begging for another chance, trying to blame someone else, demanding that it's not fair, and cursing their predator. They're all packed away with ease, leaving the square guard to sit back with a sigh as his guts boil over a lot of fresh predator meat. Being so high-ranking, eating offending guards is always a delicacy for the square guards, and he was happy to be the one to take on the role today. This sort of thing seemed to happen all the time--at least one guard gets too cocky and winds up mulched for his troubles. But it usually gets the others to behave. By the time the next game happens, five suits are left hanging in the air, dripping with slime after being hacked up by the guard--who stands under them, a hand resting on his fattened gut while he watches the other guards mill about. Someone always serves as an example, and it always works until the next game.

[ellavorer]

Just watched Netherbeast Incorporated for the first time last night and I would already die for these two.