#residentevilvore

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Chris redfield prompts with oral vore and disposal? Maybe something about him getting drunk and having a huge feast

I like that idea, so sure, I can make a story out of it.

When a bunch of the officers invted C.hris to join them for their night of celebratory drinking--something about the new guy's first full day--he tried to decline. "I'm a hungry drunk," he says and tries to get past them. But it doesn't work, and with enough pestering, C.hris finally relents and agrees to come. A few drinks will probably be fine..

The bar was rented out for the night, so it would just be C.hris and the other officers there. It was a good time at first, and C.hris relaxed a bit, drinking a bit more than he told himself he would. It's on his third beer that his stomach lets out a noisy growl, loud enough to get the attention of the others. One of the officers, thinking he's sick, offers to take him to the bathroom and C.hris nods silently. The two go off together, the officer not noticing the taller man drooling as he stares at him.

As soon as the bathroom door closes, C.hris is on the officer in an instant. His drooling jaws engulf the man's face before he can scream and thick gulps start packing him away. The haze of alcohol tells him that it'll be okay, no one will miss one cop, and he'll stop feeling hungry once he's got some meat him in. Though it never does stop at just one.

With a wet slurp, C.hris gets the cop's flailing legs down, his abs bloating outward as an entire human drops inside. He belches harshly, smacking his gut a few times. The pool of booze and fumes of alcohol and gut stench make for a hellish environment, one that the cop starts screaming to be let out of almost immediately.

"Sh...Shhhhut up. They'll hear you..." C.hris smacks his gut again, words slurring out as he scolds his prey. He has to lean against the wall to keep upright with the squirming guy in his gut, but even drunk, C.hris's body knows how to demolish prey. "Just be good food...and digest..." The first flex of his abs results in a wet crunching sound that makes the cop scream even louder. C.hris winces at the noise and flexes them again, resulting in more crunches as his gut compacts. By the third flex, the cop's screaming turns into wet gurgling, and after the fourth, C.hris's stomach is too round and soft to be recognized as a human being. A thick belch rumbles out of him and he gives his stomach a squeeze. "Shhhhhit...still hungry..."

Heading out of the bathroom, C.hris goes to join his coworkers again. One of them asks where the other cop is. C.hris's belly lets out a wet burble and he belches right in the man's face, his breath thick with the stench of beer and meat. "Just killed him...but I'm still hungry." Grabbing the cop, C.hris gives his face a slow slurp, which elicits a shudder and a whimper from his prey. Then C.hris crams the man's head into his jaws and begins to guzzle him down just as greedily as he did the first. The hellish pit of meat slurry still bloating out C.hris's gut makes his prey scream and thrash around when his head enters his gut, but all C.hris has to do is keep shoving him down and he's just another lump curled up in his middle.

The other officers watch quietly as C.hris polishes off another coworkers. He thumps his chest and blasts out a harsh belch. His stomach flexes down and the officer cries out as his body folds like paper. By the third flex, C.hris's stomach is round again, nothing but a bubbling pot gut of boiling stew. He grabs the cop's half-empty beer and takes a swig from it.

"Woah...is he still in there..?" One of the officers, clearly wasted, leans over and pushes down on C.hris's gut. His hand sinks right in with a few wet squelches. It makes the predator belch again and he yanks the officer over by the front of his shirt.

"Go...have a look..." C.hris gets started on his third course, still just as hungry as before despite having devoured and mostly digested two adult men. Now a third is plunging down into his guts, too drunk to fight back or even fully understand what's happening to him. One of the other officers finally moves, grabbing onto the feet sticking out of C.hris's maw. The predator grunts and simply gulps again, sucking down the rest of the first officer and getting his jaws over the wrists of the second. The gulping continues, desperate pleas to be let go muffled as his head is engulfed and he's guzzled down all the same. C.hris's shirt rides up finally, the sheer size of two humans curling up in his gut finally forcing it up.

That only left one cop, the newbie, who ends up pinned under C.hris's stomach soon. The predator finishes off another beer and tosses the bottle side with a thick belch. His bulges guts flex again and again, the two officers yelping and whimpering as their bodies begin to break and cave under the powerful walls. "Fuck...think I'm full..." C.hris huffs. His stomach crunches down one of the officers, making him scream before he caves in on himself, and C.hris belches deeply in the newbie's face.

"S-So you'll let me go, right?" the officer asks, carefully trying to push himself out from under C.hris's gut.

"Huh?" C.hris flexes his stomach again. The second officer lets out a cry before he's crunched down into more gut slop. "No...no, no...I like fresh meat. Newbies get put in the grinder..." C.hris's drooling maw opens wide once more, and he guzzles down his final meal of the night wth greedy, wet slurps.

The next morning, C.hris wakes up with one hell of a hangover. He was sprawled out on the floor of the bar still, his stomach sticking up in the air. It rumbles and groans, several bulges being made from the various bones packed away in his guts. "Aw fuck..." C.hris rubs over his face with a groan. He knew this would happen. Worst part is, he barely remembers last night. Should've eaten that newbie earlier...

Grumbling to himself, C.hris trudges to the bathroom, rubbing over his groaning stomach as it demands release. He plants himself down on the toilet and closes his eyes. A bassy fart echoes in the bowl under him, and with a flex of his guts, soft shit is sliding out to begin filling it up. Eating five officers makes for one hell of a dump. Not one of his biggest, and not one of his most difficult, but definitely an impressive one. Especially with all those bones he passes. It makes C.hris let out soft grunts and grumbles when he feels one stretch his hole.

C.hris slowly lifts himself up the more he pushes out. The bowl fills fast on the first two officers, so when the other three start slopping out, he makes a small mound that sticks out of the toilet and starts falling over the edges. Even so, he's careful not to get any of the waste on him as he passes his colleagues like he would any other food.

The skull of the newbie slides out and C.hris lets out a sigh. He steps out of the stall and yanks his pants up. The toilet is practically buried in the mass of crap he left behind, bones sticking out every which way from the five men who died in the special operative's guts. Not the first time he's crunched down some coworkers, though. Not even close.

C.hris frowns as he looks at himself in the mirror, giving his gut a pinch as he inspects the three inches of fat wobbling off of him. Now he's going to have to work these guys off, too. "This is why I hate getting drinks with friends..." Still grumbling to himself, C.hris heads out, leaving the shit heap of officers behind to be someone else's problem.

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Leon and Chris betrayal vore with either being the Pred please!!!!!!

Even the good guys have to get hungry sometimes. So let's let them eat!

L.eon sighs as he sits down in the closet, his back pressed to the door. This wasn't one of his proudest moments. He'd been getting along well at his new job at the R.PD and enjoyed his time with everyone. But...urgh, that secretary they had just made his gut gurgle in a way that drove him crazy. It'd be surprisingly easy to lure the poor guy into the closest--he must've had a thing for L.eon or something. But L.eon wasn't interested in that--he had to eat. He descended on the poor guy in an instant and began devouring him like a hungry beast. The secretary screamed and struggled, but L.eon was stronger, and he had no issue pinning the guy down as he ate. As he crammed the man's kicking legs down, he knew that he didn't regret this at all. He'd been exactly as delicious as L.eon suspected, and the full feeling he got as he swallowed down the man's legs was amazing. So now he's leaning against the door, wiping some drool from his mouth as he watches his engorged gut slosh and bulge around with his meal. He rubs over his stomach slowly and belches. The poor guy is scared out of his mind, shoving around and begging L.eon to let him out. And L.eon...kind of likes it. But he can't sit here for too long. Eventually, his coworkers will notice he's missing. "I know this might seem cruel," L.eon says, putting his hands to his stomach. "But I need you to die already." He pushes down hard, making the secretary scream. He clenches his gut at the same time and lets out a deep belch that drowns out the sound of the poor guy breaking like a twig in his stomach. It feels so damn good that L.eon let out a moan. "God...why did that feel amazing...?" He rubs over his stomach slowly. It's half the size now, round and taut. It's bubbling like crazy but he can still make out some bulges here or there. All it takes is some rubbing and a few more flexes of his gut to round it out completely. It's loud as hell and he looks bloated, but L.eon is pretty sure he can pass this off as having too much lunch instead of it being that cute secretary he was drooling over. L.eon gets up and steps out of the closet, slowly rubbing along his gurgling stomach. It felt so good...he has to do it again. He licks his lips as he thinks about that cute cop two desks down from him. Maybe they can find some time alone around dinner...

None of the officers knew what C.hris was capable of. He's a big guy, sure, but he's always rather friendly with everyone and gets to know them despite being part of the S.TARS group. That's why they don't suspect anything when C.hris is alone with one of them, and he's getting too close, and his stomach keeps growling. And then they disappear. It happens a lot, so new cops are always coming in. The academy might as well be funneling them right down C.hris' gullet though! He especially loves to pick on the wide-eyed rookies. He gets them alone in the bathroom or an office and then...all it takes is a few gulps and they're gone. They always react the same--total disbelief that C.hris is eating them, thinking it must be a dream or a mistake. That eventually turns into desperation as they try to struggle or beg. But C.hris always sends them down, his strong gut stretching nicely over his meal. At this point, one flex is all it takes and his gut snuffs them out in an instant. By the time he returns to his desk at the S.TARS office, he typically just has a soft beer gut that's bubbling away at fresh meat, and some of his coworkers like to make comments about him eating too much at lunch. So he likes to get them in the face with one of his nasty belches. Just a bit of friendly banter between coworkers...it's not like they'd know that the meaty stench they get off his breath was one of the officers. Or god forbid civilians. Officers at least get the chance to get to know C.hris before he devours them. Anyone unlucky enough to walk into the station while C.hris is around will almost always be taken somewhere private to be devoured. It at least means there's less work for the officers to do...so they can spend that time being mulched by C.hris. The whole station is just a giant lunch box for him and none of them even know it. And by the time they do, they're already dead.

C.hris watches a couple rookies walk off together and his stomach growls. It's been a while since he had two meals at once...well, what's the harm? With a lick of his lips he goes after them. He loses sight of them, though, and is a bit worried they might have left or gotten into a group. That is until he heard the deep belch that came from the nearby storage closet. Curious, he walks in, and is a little surprised by what he sees. One of the rookies--L.eon, if he remembers right--is standing in the middle of the room with a large gut. It's clearly the other rookie he'd just been with, who's now screaming and thrashing around inside as the stomach churns against him. The two men lock eyes and panic overtakes L.eon. "I-It's not what it looks like!" he says, holding his hands up. "It looks like you just ate B.enjamin," C.hris says. He walks over, pressing a hand down on L.eon's stomach. It works out another belch from the cop. "Damn, he's softening up already? Even my stomach doesn't work that fast without some flexing." L.eon looks C.hris up and down. "You...You mean that you eat people, too?" Out of all the guys in the station. C.hris wasn't the one he expected to hear that from. But the special operative flashes a toothy grin. "Sure I do. Who do you think has been eating all the cops around here? I didn't think I'd see another rookie turn up like this though." He gives L.eon's gut a poke and his finger sinks right in. It's gurgling like crazy and he can't hear the officer anymore. In fact, L.eon's stomach is already looking a lot softer and a bit smaller. "Do you think you can stomach more than that, rookie?" When L.eon quickly nods his head, C.hris grins. "Good. I say we put away a few more officers then. I was planning on having a big lunch anyhow." He walks out of the room, expecting L.eon to follow. Between the two of them, another five officers disappear--two more down L.eon's gullet and three down C.hris's. A large arm wraps around L.eon's shoulders as he slurps up a flailing arm and he looks up at C.hris. "I think you and me can be good friends, rookie," C.hris says, giving L.eon's gut a pat. "Just stick with me and maybe I can even get you a spot on S.TARS." Having another predator around would definitely make hunting a bit more fun for C.hris. He'll keep the rookie around for now. This'll be good.

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Duuude love the Carlos stories! Welcome back too! Think you might be up for him crushing some civilians behind those sexy abs of his? Maybe as a game with his soldier buddies? I could see him being a casual bro while he and his mates go through more civilians than they save. Maybe doing a little taunting and forcing a little muscle worship out of one before sending him down?

I bet I can whip something up for this, kinda been enjoying this characterization for C.arlos pred.

The plan had gone off without a hitch and C.arlos is now sitting on the train with some other soldiers and, thankfully, a decent amount of civilians. He's thankful that he got so many people out of there, but honestly, the whole thing left him feeling pretty tired and really hungry. He hasn't had something to eat all day...and the longer he sits around in this car with all these civilians, the easier it gets for him to make some bad choices.

C.arlos gets to his feet casually and walks over to the door leading to the next car. He locks it. There are more civilians in the train than just this car and he doesn't want them suspecting anything or trying to intervene. He would like to get out of this with some survivors to show for it. But...there's enough that he can take his reward early.

C.arlos walks over to the nearest guy, standing in front of him. He licks his lips and smiles, placing a hand on his stomach. "You don't mind lending a soldier a hand, do you?" The man looks up at C.arlos, clearly a bit confused, but nods. "Good." Strong hands plant themselves on either shoulder and his jaws open wide. In a flash, hes' engulfed the man's head and begins to slurp him down hungrily.

The other civilians are, understandable, very freaked out witnessing one of the soldiers that had saved their life suddenly devouring one of them like a hungry beast. The soldiers, on the other hand, just chuckle or shake their heads with a smirk. This isn't their first rodeo with C.arlos or his hunger, and they've all learned it's best to just not get in his way. Soldier settles in his stomach just as easily as civilian, after all.

With a final wet gulp, C.arlos has slurped down the last of his meal. His belly sticks out in front of him with the meal packed away and a belch escapes him. He gives his gut a few lazy pats. "Not bad." He grunts and flexes his gut, snuffing out the life of his meal in one go. A belch escapes him, his gut flat again, and he rubs it lazily. "...but not enough."

The civilians are starting to panic by now, getting up to try and run or fight. Getting past C.arlos proves ineffect, though. The car is too small, and he has no issue grabbing the first guy that tries to worm past him and start to scarf him down. A couple of the other men try to get the soldiers to step in and stop him, but they find out pretty quickly they're not much better when they start getting guzzled down, too.

The car is commotionf or only a few moments as the civilians are picked off like snacks. Most of the soldiers get one, at least, but C.arlos by far takes the most. He sits back, tossing his head back as he gulps down another pair of kicking legs. His guts groan wetly as he crams yet another civilian inside, the tight abs already beginning to compact him. There's only one civilian left, kneeling in front of him and shivering as he put his hands to C.arlos's gut. "That's right, just feel how strong these abs are." C.arlos closes his eyes and flexes his stomach. It flats out with some crunches and snaps, snuffing out yet another life with ease. The civilian in front of him shivers hard as he feels along the powerful gut. It growls again. "Now go ahead and feel it from the inside." He lifts the guy up and scarfs him down just as easily as the rest.

"You're a real brute, you know that?" one of the soldiers says with a casual chuckle. His own stomach is mulching down the two guys he was able to pack away. "You told that poor guy you'd let him go."

C.arlos thumps his chest and belches as his gut crushes down over his meal. "I did let him go, didn't I? Right down the hatch."

"Cheers to that!" another soldier says with a laugh. "And hey, we still got another five cars worth of guys left, so we're still doing good."

"Mm...think anyone would notice if we turn up with another one empty, though?" a third soldier asks, rubbing slowly along his gut.

C.arlos grins wolfishly and his belly growls. "Guess there's only one way to find out. But if I eat the most, you all better get ready to worship over my body. It deserves some more attention~" He flexes one of his arms with a grin, all while his buddies laugh and chuckle.

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Hmm what do you think about Carlos O.liveira and Chris R.edfield getting bored while hunkering down with a small handful of survivors in a shelter? So they end up casually deciding to compete to see who has the stronger abs by crushing up the most survivors in their guts one at a time, going through all the guys they rescued. For them they're just playfully broing out, for the little guys they're literally being used as competitive junk food. I'd love to see some on that if you'd indulge me?

This could be a fun one! It's been a little while since I've done some gut crush and they're both good for it.

C.arlos and C.hris had done their best. In the end, they managed to save about twelve men. But at that point, they were getting cornered and had no choice but to hole up in an old building. It had no windows and the doors were sturdy enough to keep the hoard at bay, but the two men very well couldn't leave while there's still so many civilians here. Trying to could end up getting someone hurt so they had no choice but to stick around and wait for some backup or an opportunity to escape.

Problem is, though, that hours were dragging on and the two men were starting to get hungry. They can hear each other's stomachs growling now, and before long, one of them finally breaks the silence. "You know, I bet no one will notice if we just take one of these guys out for some food," C.arlos says casually, watching the men from his spot leaning against the wall.

C.hris frowns as he looks at the solider. At first, C.arlos gets a little worried that the officer will admonish him for even suggesting something like that. But instead, C.hris says "You'd never digest them fast enough. What are you going to tell them when you're walking around with a human-sized stomach for the next few hours?"

C.arlos chuckles and a smirk settles on his face. "Hey, don't underestimate me just because I'm not some secret operative. I could mulch one of these guys in five minutes tops."

C.hris crosses his arms over his chest. "It takes you five minutes?"

"...just watch." C.arlos stands up straight, heading over to the men. He picks out a guy dressed in a suit, probably some office worker or something. He slings an arm around the guy's shoulders and brings him back over to C.hris. The worker is clearly confused about why he's been brought over, but just as he worked up the courage to ask, C.arlos's drooling maw snaps down over his head. He thrashes around see he's slurped and gulped down, his smaller body effortlessly sliding down C.arlos's throat and pushing into his gut. It bloats out a bit under his vest, the bottom peeking out as he swallows the last of the guy. There's some very muffled yelling in his gut but it's already so tight that it's hard to tell there's another human inside. C.arlos closes his eyes and lets out a grunt, his stomach flexing hard. There's a series of crunches and cracks and the man inside manages a very loud scream. Another flex compacts him further, making C.arlos's belly shrink down more. With a third, it's nearly back to its original size and the mercenary lets out a meaty belch right in Chris's nose. "Aaaah...see, I told you. Nothing to it~"

C.hris frowns, lazily waving the air away. "You're sloppy. Just watch a pro do it." He pushes past C.arlos, heading toward the group of guys. before long, he's come back with a man still wearing his pajamas, likely having been in bed when the attack happened. Like C.arlos, C.hris wastes no time in this meal. Strong hands lift the man up and shovel him into the man's jaws, thick gulps sucking him down the hatch with an unmatched speed. He's down in seconds, bloating out C.hris's stomach and forcing his shirt to ride up. He gets to wiggle for a least a few second before the officer lets out a heavy sigh through his nose and his stomach flattens out. Cracks and crunches bubble out in a cacophony of noise as an entire human is pulverized into nothing in a single, powerful flex. C.hris grabs C.arlos by the shoulders, pulling him forward, and lets out a monster of a belch right in his face. Then he lets go and steps back. "...that's how it's done."

C.arlos is left clearly stunned, the smell of acid and meat lingering in the air. A grin stretches along his face soon after, though. "Alright, you have to show me how to do that now."

The remaining men don't last very long. C.arlos and C.hris prove to be stronger than just about all of them. After four more disappeared, the remaining survivors noticed something was strange and found the two men as their stomach crushed down their latest meals. But with nowhere to run and nowhere to fight back they were very quickly overwhelmed.

C.arlos lets out a hum as he slurps up the arm sticking from his jaws, one hand roughly holding onto a man's head to keep it against his stomach. He flexes his abs down hard, grunting as he feels the man inside crunch down into a thick paste. A belch escapes him and the man against his stomach shivers. "I think I'm getting the hang of this. Where'd you learn to do it so fast?" He brings the man he was holding up to his jaws, screams of mercy muffled as his face was shoveled into C.arlos's maw as he goes down the hatch.

"Mostly practice," C.hris says. The man in his gut lets out a loud scream before a single flex flattens it out, making the man let out another of his rumbling belches. "Fuck...I mostly did this with recruits at the station. They were much better fighters, though. These guys are just junk food. I don't think I'm even getting any bigger on them."

C.arlos shrugs in response, gulping down a pair of kicking feet. His stomach bloats out then shrinks down as his abs crush the man down with a loud crunch and a wet belch. "Mm...well, once we get out of this, I can treat you to a real meal then. No one notices when a few mercenaries go missing if you dispose of the evidence fast enough."

C.hris looks at the man and smiles just a bit. "Well, I'll have to hold you to it then. Looks like rescuing survivors was a failure, though, so let's get out of here. The zombies should be gone by now anyway."

The two men grab their guns and head out of the warehouse. No one would ever know about the twelve lives that ended there in just under an hour. Even C.arlos and C.hris would forget about them in due time. Junk food like that never really leaves a lasting mark.

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C/hris R/edfield vore? Perhaps he intended to use his stomach to protect others from zombies but things don't go as planned when you've got boulder punching biceps in need of fuel.

Oh now here's a good idea.

Well, this is a bit of a problem. With his back against the door, C.hris knows that he's trapped here. There's only one way out and it's got several of those monsters out there banging around. Not only that, but the weight in his stomach is starting to shift around more. He'd gotten a couple of civilians down the hatch as a way to keep them safe from the outbreak but he hadn't anticipated how much noise he'd make walking around with such a heavy gut. Now he's running out of time and options.

"Fuck...sorry about this." There's only one way out of this and it doesn't include those civilians--not alive, anyway. His guts begin to churn harshly, making the movement inside pick up even more as the men start to realize what's happening to them. C.hris was trained to be able to hold several people safely in his guts but at the same time, he's trained to churn down heavy masses of meat quickly and efficiently. Those civilians are getting to see both sides of this now as the cop's guts kick into overdrive, churning and gurgling with intensity as they're mulched down.

He can hear them starting to scream inside as they felt his gut work on them. All the kicking and shoving made his gut slosh around and even worked out a deep belch. "Hey, keep it down in there! Those things are out there." He clenches his gut, making the two men inside make muffled noises as he works on forcing them to grind down. He'd usually like to enjoy something like this but time is of the essence.

With another heavy belch, his guts suddenly shrink in size and get softer. Any noises the men were making cut off suddenly as they were being reduced to a thick slurry in his guts. He can feel them pumping deeper, flushing through his system. His arms grow a bit thicker, as do his ass and chest. He knows he'll have a bit of a paunch, too, but he needs to hurry this up. He'll let them finish processing once it's safe.

With a sloshing potbelly, he draws his gun and bursts out of the room to take down the monsters outside. He'll make sure those civilians at least have their sacrifice not go to waste. They deserve that much for unwittingly giving him the strength to survive.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Maybe some Carlos Oleivera with disposal and burping, if you’re still into RE

He's very hunky so sure!

A thick belch rumbles out of C.arlos before he settles back to a smug smirk. His hairy gut was bloated out before him, shifting back and forth weakly as the man inside squirmed around weakly. "So, you wanted to desert, huh?" the man questions, prodding his gut with the butt of his gun. It makes the man squirm a bit more inside which works out another wet belch from the mercenary. "I did warn you what would happen if you did. Everyone has to carry their weight." He picks his teeth lazily with one hand and pats his gut with the other. "And if you're not going to do the work, then you'll help make sure I do mine." He grins wide feeling the way his gut bubbled thickly over whatever sounds the man inside was making. His gut would steadily shrink down in size as everything inside softened and melted, his meal eventually going still and quiet as his gut rounded out. Eventually, it was back down to a nice paunch that he scratches lazily. "Good, that should be all I need from you. The rest of you...well, no one's going to need that anymore." He pulls his pants down and squats where he is. He grunts and rips ass before the first thick log slides out. It was always easy with the first one, the rest of it comes out a lot smoother after. The skull didn't even bother him as it passed, quickly buried under a few more heaps of shit before he was done. C.arlos tugs his pants back up over his thicker ass and gives the pile a salute. "Thanks for the help there. Now you're dismissed." He saunters off, leaving the waste behind.

C.arlos was practically drooling as he backed the poor civilian into a corner. Sure, he's supposed to be saving them, and he did help a couple of them into that train. But he's been working nonstop now without break and he's starving. He grabs the man by the scruff of his neck and grins toothily. "No hard feelings, right? I just need a quick snack to get back to work." He opens wide and shoves the man's head into his maw before he can scream. Thick, messy gulps ring out in the alley as C.arlos guzzles the man down. He knows he has to work fast--he cleared out all the zombies around right now but there's no telling when more will shuffle out. With a final slurp, he sucked down the last bits of the civilian and belches into his fist. "Woo, that's more like it." His gut was nice and full now, sloshing with every movement he took as the man inside was getting churned up already. He didn't have time to waste, so he was off again, ignoring the muffled complaints from his meal as he was shaken around. By the time he returned to the train station, his gut had gone from man-sized to pot belly and was groaning rather harshly. He glances around before dipping behind a corner and dropping his pants. "Well, hey, I got you here still, huh?" He closes his eyes and grunts, steadily pushing out the mess he'd reduced the civilian to. It always felt good to leave a pile of another man wherever he was standing. Even if it was hell out there, he could still have these small pleasures. But soon he was dropping off the last bits of dung and it was back to work. He jerks his pants back up and walks off. He's had his lunch, back to work.

C.arlos's brows furrow as he watches a tentacle come out from the arm sticking out of his jaws. He knew this creature was strange, but even that's a bit much for him. With a heavy slurp, he sucked the last of it down, and the merc was left beached on top of a large, bulging gut. Whatever this strange monster was, it had been up his ass way too much--and well, now, it'll be coming out of it. Later. A massive belch blasts out of C.arlos and he groans softly. This was still a bit much for him all at once. He had to admit, though, that whoever made this thing knows how to make some pretty tasty food. Filling, too. It was definitely difficult to digest, but not impossible because after a while he could feel its energy steadily waning until it went still entirely. It wasn't long after that that his gut started to get softer and smaller. He was still letting loose those awfully loud belches--he's really thankful it seems like no other monsters were around right now. The town square this thing cornered him in seems to have been relatively empty. After a good while of processing, C.arlos was a lot bigger all over. As big and strong as the creature was, it seems he was mostly good for fat. Carlos taps his gut and winces feeling how dense it is. Getting back to his feet almost immediately makes it groan and he was squatting down in an instant. The thick logs that spread out of him definitely counted as the biggest and most difficult shit he's ever had to dump. He could hear each thump as the creature piled up behind him in its new, disgusting form. After nearly twenty minutes, the last log slid out and he was finally done. Panting and huffing, he waddles off rubbing his still swollen gut. "No more bio-weapons...fuck..."

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how about Albert Wesker as pred prompts preferablu unwilling prey and digestion with maybe chris or leon as prey

I can give it a shot! Villain wins, bad end stuff can be a lot of fun with vore.

This mansion was an absolute madhouse. Monsters and the undead are crawling along every hallway and it feels like even a gun doesn't keep them down. C.hris has trained for a lot of things, but this? Nothing could really prepare him for it. But he wasn't going to give up here, either.

He wanted to find one of the others, hoping they might have some way to help. But this place was big and complex and it was hard to find much of anything that wasn't a shambling corpse. It only got more complex when he started wandering down into a lab that seemed to be very well used.

C.hris was exploring the lab for answers or a way out when he heard someone shout. That was undeniably B.arry and it sounded like he was in trouble! He changed down the hall, trying to find where the voice came from, but it seems to have cut off. It takes some looking around until he finally walks into the room to find...an impossible sight.

Instead of B.arry, C.hris was looking at W.esker. The blond man had his head tipped back, pushing a pair of twitching feet into his jaws. His gut was bloated out before him, bulges pushing around as something squirmed inside. Despite the muffled voice, C.hris could recognize that it was B.arry. W.esker looks in his direction as he takes the final gulp, sending the last of their fellow squad member down the hatch and into his gut. He licks his lips as his stomach sloshes. "...well, what an expected treat."

"Wesker, what...what the fuck?!" C.hris can accept shambling corpses and mutated monsters but...this? What the hell is he supposed to think about this?!

"C.hris, good to see you. I was just grabbing some lunch with B.arry." W.esker pats his stomach as it writhes around with the man in question trying to fight his way out. "I'm glad you could drop in for a bite as well."

C.hris moves to pull out his gun, but W.esker was faster. He knocked C.hris back into the wall, pinning him with his filled gut. Both hands grab the other man's wrists, pinning down his arms to make sure he can't get to his gun. The predator's guts gurgle thickly and he lets loose a raunchy belch right into C.hris's face, which makes him cough and turn away.

W.esker grins and slurps over his teeth, flashing them with a wolfish grin. C.hris couldn't see his superior officer's eyes behind those sunglasses but he can feel the way they're looking at him like a piece of meat. "Now, now, C.hris. No need to get hostile. Just relax and make this easier for both of us. I don't need any...indigestion." His jaws part, yawning wide in front of C.hris. He makes sure the S.TARS member gets a good, long look down his gullet before he lunges forward to engulf his head.

C.hris didn't get to scream like B.arry did. It was muffled by W.esker's jaws and the white, slimy gulps that rang out soon after. He couldn't overpower the stronger male, not realizing just the kind of monster his colleague had become in his absence. He could only dive deeper down the hatch, bloating out the blonde's gut further as he's pushed inside along with the squirming B.arry.

W.esker puts both hands to his gut as he throws his head back and lets C.hris's kicking legs slurp down the hatch. His gut doubles in size as another person is added to it and W.esker could only let out a pleased groan as he felt the man settle inside.

He sits down against the wall, rubbing over his gut as he felt the two men fight for their lives inside his churning, gurgling guts. A deep belch rumbles out of him, sending C.hris's pistol flying from his jaws. He pats his gut a few times and slurps over his lips. "You didn't need that anymore anyway. Your new orders and to hurry up and digest. I'm a busy man, after all." He pushes down on his gut, belching again as he works on his meals.

A few hours later, W.esker is walking out of the room, cradling a round pot gut that sloshes as he steps. He belches into his fist and gives his stomach a few pats after. "At ease, you two. You'll be honorably discharged soon enough. And thank you for being such useful test subjects..." He squeezes his gut as it churns thickly over what little was left of the men. He had a few more pests to remove and now he has the perfect way to do it.

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Chris Redfield pred prompts? preferably with disposal

I've honestly been getting into a pretty big R.E mood lately, specifically with the two newest remakes. So I'd love to do some prompts with him!

Something about that zombie's bite must have been different from the rest, C.hris decided. He'd figured he was resistant to the infection since the first few bites didn't seem to do much of anything to him, but...this last one, after it's teeth sunk into him and he managed to fight it off and put it down, had changed him. He was still himself, he's pretty sure, but the way his stomach rumbled and growled like a hungry beast was not normal. It was nearly incapacitating. He didn't get very far before he was doubled over on the floor, the horrible feeling of having an empty pit in his torso too much for even him to bare. He didn't realize when B.arry had shown up, but he was still himself...maybe. Maybe not, when he ended up pinning Barry to the floor, growling like one of those things as his jaws opened wide and he engulfed the head of the man he was friends with. A few wet gulps later and he was sitting back against the wall, slurping up some kicking legs as his bloated gut rests in his lap. He felt like himself again with B.arry packed away as a thick belch echoes throughout the mansion. He really wished he didn't feel like himself a few hours later though when he was squatting down in the corner of one of those safe rooms, slowly pushing out the logs he'd reduced his coworker to. But with his gut growling softly already, he knew he'd have to get some more food soon. Just to make sure he stayed himself. Maybe W.esker was around somewhere...

C.hris belches into his fist with an unimpressed frown, gazing down at his thrashing gut. He knew he'd have to deal with enemies from time to time, especially after he started to fuck with Umbrella, but it was getting a bit excessive at this point. He felt like every couple of days he had some masked goon coming his way, or a hired mercenary being sent after him. And it always ended the same, too. They'd try to take him down, they didn't, and he takes them down instead--right down his gullet and filling out his hairy gut. He felt like they were getting worse, if anything. This one had barely put up a fight, and even now, stuck in his churning stomach, the squirming didn't seem all that panicked. He sighs before belching again, not able to stop that one from coming out. His gut finally goes still with a few more wet gurgles. Before long, he'd be out at the ditch he'd started leaving these guys at, dumping off another load to add to the pile. He's beginning to think all of this is on purpose...but the food is certainly nice.

He knows he's going to get into some serious trouble for what he did. It's one thing if a single soldier goes missing during a mission. That's easy to chock up as an unseen casualty and, given their line of work, that wasn't an uncommon thought. But...usually, if someone went missing without explanation, they weren't very far away. C.hris just got hungry and when real food didn't cut it, a member or two of the platoon usually sated him for the rest of the mission. But this fight had been a lot more draining and much harder on him, and one wasn't enough, and two just left him hungrier than before. So in the end, C.hris had gone and devoured the entire squadron he had meant to be leading. The battle was over, at least, so the only sounds around were the heavy groans and churns of his stomach as it processed an entire group of men at once. He knew all that gear would suck to pass later, but it'd be necessary. The massive shit he'd be walking away from could easily be blamed on one of those massive beasts he shot down instead of his own monstrous gluttony.

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maybe some resident evil? leon/carlos/chris preds w/ digestion and disposal

Oh, I love R.esident E.vil! I'd definitely be happy to do some of these.

Frankly, L.eon was shocked his plan had ever worked. He'd noticed that M.r. X wouldn't follow him into certain rooms of the police station and had determined that if he could get the creature inside one of them, maybe it'll do something helpful. He had used an explosive to knock the big lug back into one of the rooms, and once he was inside, it seemed like M.r. X had simply...frozen. Even moving right in front of him didn't seem to get any response besides some angry scowls. He wasn't sure what it was about this room that did that, but he was thankful it did. But...of course, another issue stuck Leon when his gut began to rumble...no, roar for food. He thought he'd been immune to the bites of those monsters. And hell, maybe he was to an extent. But that didn't matter now. What mattered was filling his gut, and he realized he had a huge slab of meat to do it with. M.r. X went down shockingly fast, the man far larger than L.eon soon packed into his gut. He'd end up staying in that room for a few hours to churn all that meat down, and once he was down, he was fifty pounds heavier and leaving a nasty pile in that room that he really didn't want to return to anymore due to the smell.

C.arlos couldn't shake the damn thing! Whatever that creature was, it seemed impossible to get rid of when he was with J.ill, and it was absolutely hellbent on killing them. He managed to get it knocked out with an explosion, but he knows it won't last long. At least J.ill got away...but he needs to do something about this thing before it gets up and does some serious damage. Not knowing what else to do, he opened wide and shoved its feet into his jaws. Everyone on his team could eat like this--it was a could way to handle targets and protect civilians. He's never eaten something as large as N.emisis, though, and he wasn't sure if he could handle all that meat. But he had to try. It took a lot of laborious gulping to work the creature down, but he somehow managed to finish it just as it was waking up. There was a lot of moving inside of his stomach that made him gassy as hell, but he kept it down until it wasn't moving anymore. It took some time before he was squatting down and dumping it out, and by then, he'd gotten so chubby he knew he wasn't sure how to explain this to anyone. But damn...he's really fucking hungry for more. Maybe they'll send another of these things.

The mission to get rid of M.other M.iranda had been a bust for C.hris. Now he had to be in that village, trying to pick up the pieces of his own failure. E.than was running around somewhere, too, and that idiot was going to get himself killed. And furthermore...C.hris had been getting really goddamn hungry. All the running around without a break was working up an appetite, but he seems to have finally gotten a moment away from his men. The town was filled with those lycans, and honestly, he found them to be utterly delicious. Each one was beefy and squirmy as when he devoured them and he couldn't get enough! They never seemed to stop appearing, either. Every time he got a moment alone, he'd eat an entire pack of them, then gurgle them all up and dump them out in heaping piles he had to direct his team away from. The only evidence he couldn't hide was the way he got fatter every time he joined up with his men again, but with the mission going on, no one had the time to even think about it.

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Have any prompts with Karl Heisenberg as a pred? Maybe with digestion and disposal too?

Failure after failure after goddamn failure! H.eisenberg can't take it for a moment longer. He's been trying so hard to perfect his robotic army and every one he made and got to life was worthless! Stupid or weak or glitching, there was always something wrong! Now he had a small gaggle of useless patchwork corpses that was just wasting space in his factory. He has more to work on, too, if he's going to perfect this and...he needs to eat, too, he ended up realizing. Going out of his work space to get food was a hassle, though, when he wanted to stay here and work. But there wasn't anything around to eat except for...ah. A smile finally tugs onto H.eisenberg's face as a wonderful idea came to mind. A use for those worthless rejections beyond just killing them himself later. In an hour, he had the cyborg creatures packed away in his gurgling guts, belching thickly as he sits back in his chair. That was five down the hatch. The metal hadn't tasted all that good, but he knew that it would pass safely through his body. And these ones were too stupid or loyal to even try fighting back, so he just had easy meals sitting there letting themselves digest. H.einsenberg didn't have to get up until hours later, when his stomach had mulched down all of those cyborgs into a thick shit. He went to a chute that was normally made for garbage scrap, put his ass over it, and took a very long and slow dump as awkward metal shapes passed through along with all the dung that the rejects had been reduced to. And as he was standing up again with the last of them dropping out...he realized just how fat they made him. There was definitely going to be some annoying comments during the next 'family meeting'.

Those lycans can be a real annoyance sometimes, even for H.eisenberg. They're practically feral beasts, hardly anything going on in those head of their besides attacking and eating anything with a pulse. Ugly bastards, too, if you ask him. But he ended up finding a use for them after one kept bothering him during lunch because of the food he had. When it had ended up stealing his lunch and eating it, H.eisenberg returned the favor by engulfing the lycan's head and gulping it down on the spot. It ended up being a much better lunch than the food he had to begin with. Filling and surprisingly tasty, and the way it moved around was wonderful. And in the end, when he found himself taking the biggest shit of his life, H.eisenberg found himself even enjoying that. So the lycans ended up becoming a regular meal for him. There were a lot of them, so he wasn't afraid of eating more than one at a time, at he was soon eating them for every meal. It wasn't long before he was plumping up heavily on his new diet, but anyone that felt like commenting on it could speak to his hammer.

When the village was attacked and wiped out, H.eisenberg didn't want all of those villagers to go to waste. That's why he had a select few brought to him, whole and alive. It was only about ten of them, all men. They might have made for wonderful additions to his army at one point, but his growling stomach reminded him that they were here for a very different reason. Each one had been deemed as looking utterly delicious by the man, and he was not going to let such wonderful slabs of meat go to waste being torn apart by those braindead beasts out there. No, he was going to make sure they were truly enjoyed as the food they were. He made sure there was nowhere for them to run as he began to devour them, one after another. He sent each one down his gullet so he could really enjoy the way they tasted. The hunky farmer's son was his favorite, big and beefy from his life on the land made him a truly delicious meal to enjoy. He was the last to be eaten, joining the other nine men in H.eisenberg's guts. A meaty belch and he was sitting back to let his body process them all down, feeling them kick and wiggle around until they were slowly snuffed out by the gurgling and churning organ. He'd be much heavier when he went to the family meeting today for sure. He'd also make sure to really enjoy passing the group of men as another pile of crap. It'll likely be one of his biggest and he knew he was truly looking forward to that.