hungeranddecadence

[hungeranddecadence]

Steve Harrington x Prey!Male!Reader; Anal and Oral Vore.

a/n -- as mentioned above, this story contains vore. specifically graphic anal and oral vore and digestion. this serves as a warning for those who don't like it/are not into it. continue reading at your own risk.

summary -- Steve befriends a less popular student, hijinks and exploitation ensue.

words -- 4.4k

warnings -- Again, there is anal vore (shoving someone up the ass), oral vore, and digestion. Steve eats you and someone else, but not at the same time. Manipulative!Steve, 18+

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The men in Hawkins all think that Steve “the slut” Harrington got his reputation, and more importantly, his ass, from being himself. Genetics and the way he was raised to constantly please everyone around him were the two ways he became who he was, but it simply wasn’t true. When he checked himself out in mirrors, people thought it was because he spent hours on his hair and body to be the best that he could be. It took a lot to sell himself to the other jocks with girlfriends, or the men too prude to feel their body touch another man’s.

No, if you went to school with him, you knew the morbid truth. Steve walked the school halls with a confidence he didn’t possess anywhere else. Some people talked about going to the police—maybe running by the chief since he was a big guy, surely he had packed away some teenage dickheads in that gut and lied to the parents about what happened, right? It would solve a lot of fear that ran through the school. He was untouchable in the halls, classroom, and everywhere his presence needed him to be. Everyone knew better than to knock him around in the bathroom if they caught him checking out his khaki-clad ass, because they could become apart of it in just the short minutes they had between classes. And dreading the time between classes would be better than dreading your mistakes between Harrington’s hairy cheeks. So, they kept moving forward, taking glimpses of it, admitting to themselves silently that they would tap that if it didn’t come with a risk. 

Who could blame them? Steve stretched out his jeans so much in the back the it made his from bulge too. He could have worn a size down, but It didn’t make his ass look any less fat.

Even his little posse of cool kids got feared by extension simply for knowing Steve. That’s how you saw your in—your way of avoiding the predators lower on the food chain than Steve, and being safe from the only one that would still remain a threat after the rest were cleared. The only issue was that you needed a reason to get close to him without it being obvious. Just sitting at his lunch table or the rumor you were hanging out with him after school would be enough, but the rumors you want to hear getting spread about you only seem to happen when they’re true. 

The opportunity arose early into the school year when your history teacher paired the two of you together for a group project. It was pretty simple, but Steve already seemed to be falling behind in the class as you heard him complain about it several times to Tommy in the bathrooms as he disposed of another classmate, forcing Tommy to stand outside by the stall and listen to him drone on about it between a series of grunts and groans as he pushed out partially-digested human bone. Circumstantially, you came to the conclusion that Steve only ever targeted men, but you had to be safe from that list.

“Hey!” He greeted you like the two of you were old friends. In reality, you hadn’t spoken to him once besides a random interaction in passing in the bathroom, where he asked if he had any hair stuck in his teeth. He made some remark and exited the restroom, but you never thought much of that either. Maybe there was some kind of fondness he shared for you—a sign that you would have less work to do to earn a spot next to him?

You greeted him in return, but with a much more confused niceness than him. 

“Don’t be like that, dude. I’ve seen you around, you know?” He said. “Loosen up a little, I don’t bite.”

You let go of a breath you felt like you needed to cling to. Steve could take everything and anything he wanted, almost in a hypnotic fashion. The teacher set down a paper on your desk, then his. It was a detailed outline of project topics, and a rubric that broke down how the project would be graded.

You had to ask the million-dollar question, feeling like you already knew the answer, “How are we dividing this up?”

“That’s kind of the thing, I’m a pretty busy guy. I have the swim team and baseball and being popular is this whole thing, you’d hate it.”

Was this your chance to bring something up? A way to weasel into his group for your own self-preservation? You tried to lie. The last thing someone wants to do is invite a total loser to a place they don’t belong. “Yeah, I bet. I used to be a hardcore partier but… school got in the way.”

“You wanna come over to my place? Parents are gone and usually me, Tommy, and some chicks hang out when they leave. We got a pool, it’s pretty fucking sweet.”

For the rest of the class, you and Steve had a natural banter going that made you realize he was more than his mythos. The arbitrary things that define him as a predator felt less intimidating because he was almost just like you—he had his own dreams of being a professional athlete or businessman or, what you thought the was the most ridiculous, to start a world-renown babysitting service. It felt surprisingly humane that he wanted to do things that help people, the same guy that also crammed someone from your high school into his stomach almost every day, effectively shrinking the class of ’85. You shared things with him, too, but you really let him run his mouth in an attempt to prove that you would do anything for his approval without making it blatantly obvious.

Thankfully, it was Friday, so your parents didn’t question much about where you were off to. You car came to a slow roll next to another one in Steve’s driveway, his house feeling like it was ahead of its time and his car felt better than yours by comparison. Almost everything screamed that he was living better than you because he deserved it—and maybe he did.

The steps taken up to his large front door were slow and full of hesitance. You had no idea what would and could unfold once you stepped inside. Your hand colliding with his front door felt even slower than it actually was—the knock soft and undemanding, as if someone could leave you out in the cold November night for as long as they pleased. When it came to Steve, you were ready to abandon all sense of having a backbone to support yourself, so you would wait it out until someone answered the door.

The door opened moments after you finished knocking, Steve’s arrogant face revealing itself as he opened the door inwards. He greeted you with your name, followed by, “So glad you could make it!”

“No booze? Shame, too bad I have more than I know what to do with!” He laughed, ushering you inside and shutting the door eagerly. 

“Everyone’s out back already.” By everyone, you realized that he meant five or so people that you barely knew, only knowing them from their face being familiar as you likely passed it in the hall. Tina, Tommy, Carol, and some other girls you couldn’t name. This was sure to be an awkward night.

Some time passed and Steve was circling the pool and checking up on everyone, being a surprisingly nice host to all of his houseguests. “Beer? Soda? Snacks?”

Carol strolled out from the house through the sliding glass door with a pouty lip as if she could read his mind, “Steve, you’re all out of snacks!”

“Anyone else hungry? I know I could go for some pizza.” He chuckled, a smile on his face that looked almost primal. He rubbed his stomach, his hand shifting the green long sleeve he was wearing.

About twenty minutes after Tommy called with an order for three or four pizzas—you were a little too buzzed to remember all of the details, only sure of the fact that he cursed out the person on the other end of the phone and hung up—did the pizza finally arrive. Normally, you would have scolded someone for doing that, but you laughed it off. To fit in, to be a part of them, you had to remind yourself when things got too tough to stomach. The buzz from the alcohol made it easier to tolerate.

Besides, they had their chance to tip the driver extra-well for the business on the phone, and you were following Steve and Tommy to the door with some extra cash you brought in hand just in case they wanted to stiff the guy of his tip. Tommy opened the door, greeting the guy with a slur in his speech. He took the pizza, then Steve moved him out of the way to pay. To your horror, Steve moved closer to the guy, his mouth unhinging with great elasticity as he went straight for the delivery guy’s open hand as he waited for some kind of cash to hit it. It never did, only the wet and warm cavern of Steve’s mouth enveloping it with ease. The man looked to stunned to react, or maybe it was nearing the end of his shift and he was too tired to process it in time, because he went to pull away from Steve only to no avail. He didn’t even try to fight your hungry peer as Steve slurped down more of his arm.

Tommy seemed to know the drill, as he guided the two inside and shut the front door rather quickly so that the neighbors wouldn’t see immediately after setting the pizza down on the entryway. The guy had practically no fighting chance as Steve was up to the man’s shoulder, his arm stretching out Steve’s throat and making a bulge through the green of his jumper. Visible signs of panic shone through the fabric as the man started to try and wiggle his arm out, the shifting visible from outside of Steve’s stomach. Steve had started at an awkward position, straining and stretching his jaw as wide a possible to fit the mans head and other should past his lips, feeling as if it were going to tear him apart. He wouldn’t always call his meals a pleasure to eat, because they weren’t. Yet, the taste of sweat and a hard day at work made him want to finish this man off with his clothes on for that extra flavor and texture.

The foyer of his house echoed with the sounds of vigorous gulps and the occasional muffled screams coming from Steve’s not-so-soundproof inner body. Steve ended off the man with a final gulp, trapping him behind his picture-perfectly plump lips. Tommy and you watched it happen with a silent agreement to not speak about it as a singular shoe fell from Steve’s mouth and on to the floor, the other one presumably still on the guy’s foot and traveling with the man as it was the last of him to enter Steve’s growing gut.

“I got one shoe undone with my mouth.” He laughed, hiccuping after speaking from either being shitfaced or either eating his food too fast. It was like some twisted version of when people tie a cherry stem with their tongue. “Tommy, mind taking the pizza out to those hungry ladies? I’m sure they’d love for you to work our magic.”

“Yeah, dude.” Tommy took the pizza and went out back, leaving you and Steve in an increasingly uncomfortable silence. That was, until Steve broke it.

“Let’s go upstairs,” he said, taking big steps as he carried his sagging gut with him. 

“Will anyone notice… that you’re uh… not outside?” You asked, trying to find something to say while living through a series of things that your mind couldn’t process. You heard everything about predators except seeing them in action. Home videos were the only recorded proof and Polaroids were the only easily distributable source, but both lacked the advanced quality to really set in how real it all felt.

Steve waved off your concerns as he used the guard railing to help himself up the stairs, “Nah, man. Tommy’ll keep them occupied for hours.”

You followed close behind him to somehow catch him if he fell. Even if you couldn’t actually stop him from falling, it was the thought that counts. His fat ass managed to be the only thing in your line of site, filling out his dark blue jeans to the point where you wouldn’t react if they split down they middle. You almost wished that they did, if you didn’t know that another layer of your own safety would be gone with them as he trailed up the steps. 

Once Steve reached the top, he maneuvered himself into his bedroom, stumbling and wobbling until he crashed onto his bed. You followed behind him and got a glimpse at the King of Hawkins High’s room, and it was the most generic thing you had seen for a guy with a prestigious rapport like him. The walls were bare and bland yet they featured the occasional poster for a major-league baseball player or Olympic swimmer and a framed photo on the same wall as a window that overlooked the pool. His furniture was kind of bland, too. A dresser with neatly tucked away clothes, a desk that probably went unused unless he was jacking off in the chair slotted into it, and the bed he had already taken up in its entirety. His stomach had flattened out as he leaned back, messing up some of his meticulously modeled hair, and causing it to look less round than it did when he carried himself upstairs.

“Holy shit, this guy’s a kicker.” He marveled, half-groaning and half-whining at the feeling of tightness that the big guy made his stomach feel like. “Sometimes, I like to lay down when I have this big of a big gut, dude. I could use some help with him…”

Steve lifted up his shirt to his chest, revealing his gut with tracings of hair on it. His happy trail started out as a dark and thick forest, some of his pubes peeking out over the hem of his boxers and jeans and going all the way to the center of his doming core. He had some thick chest hair, too, but you only saw a glimpse of it as you took a seat next to him on the bed. He trusted you to handle his paunch with care, and you did. Your hands played with his middle like a baker working the lumps out of dough. His gut may have felt like concrete in some areas from the literal human bone and appendages it was wrapped around, but you noticed that the longer you worked over each lump, the more they started to break. The food inside had stopped its pleading and begging to be free. Steve had helped you see that this guy was just like the pizza everyone was eating downstairs, and that he provided the same nutrients and fulfillment as eating an entire pizza in one sitting.

But, something inside you made you ask another question that burned in the back of your throat. The alcohol helped it come out a little smoother, “Do you ever think about their dreams?”

“Do I think about their dreams?” Steve asked, not understanding the question.

“You know, like what they wanted to do in life. I’m sure this guy didn’t expect to get eaten tonight of all nights.” You said, rubbing your hands over the softening mass from the outside. 

Steve let out a loud burp before answering you, a product of the pressure you applied to his ball-gut, “No one ever thinks they’re gonna die, dude. Not until it actually happens to someone they know or someone they care about or they know they’re gonna die.”

You didn’t know what to say. Steve’s head must have been clearing up from the daze of foggy alcohol-induced logic thanks to the fact that he had finally eaten something, and he continue to speak, “Do you have any dreams? You seem like a smart guy.”

“I want to do something to help people some day, not sure what, though.” You replied, coaxing another burp from Steve while your hands squeezed and massaged parts of his belly.

The rest of the night rolled on without much issue. You helped Steve process the big hunk of meat he swallowed and by the time both of you came downstairs to rejoin the party, everyone had left. Steve figured it best to walk you out to your car for all of your troubles.

“It was good seeing you, dude. You were a good addition to tonight.” He praised you, the remnants of his living meal now hanging low on his stomach as it protruded from under the hem of his shirt and hung over the waist of his jeans. Your feet kicked at the larger chunks of rock sticking out from his gravel driveway.

“Thanks, Steve.” You said, smiling at him. You started to genuinely see his growth from a man-pounding—both where he fucked them and pounded them back like they were nothing—heartless creature, into something that resembled a decent person. He still had made bad choices, but who doesn’t end the hopes and dreams of highschoolers and random people just doing their job from time-to-time?

“No problem—and, hey! Don’t forget about the project this weekend. Make sure my name’s on everything.” He reminded, and you nodded as he spoke to show that you were attentive as ever.

“Will do.” You gave him a fake salute and gestured a quick goodbye, heading for your car. Doing this project by yourself would probably take up the whole weekend, but it was worth it if your reputation got boosted by the Steve Harrington. You got in your car and drove home.

The project only took a day to finish, and you were happy to enjoy Sunday without much issue. You were almost excited to see Steve the next day, because your whole view of him had shifted.

It was second period, two classes before you got to see Steve and lunch with him was right after that. Maybe he would let you sit at his table this week, and hopefully, ever week after that. Thinking about seeing him must have sent the universe a message, because, when you excused yourself to use the bathroom during second period, Steve was facing a urinal. It was unmistakably him, from his style to the outline of his perfect hair. He must have heard you coming walking in because he flushed the urinal and turned with excitement.

“There he is! Got that project done, right?” Steve approached you, walking past you to wash his hands

“Yeah, it’s in my bag. I just came from Misses Danster’s class. Uh, we could meet in the—” You tried to explain, but Steve cut you off quickly. 

“Sweet, Tommy’s in that class, yeah? I’ll tell him to get it from your bag.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, “I can just give it to you directly?”

“Yeah, well… it’ll be kind of hard to do that from where you’ll be,” Steve remarked grabbing a few paper towels to dry his hands.

You had yet to move from your spot in the bathroom, even though you were near the exit, “What do you mean?”

Steve had that same look in his eye from the party—predatory, hungry. “I think you know.”

You wanted to run, but what if he caught up to you? No one would help you, they’d be too freaked out that Steve would come for them next. There was a rumor circulating that Steve could fit more than one guy in his stomach at a time, and you didn’t want to cause the downfall of someone else. At least, if you were in his gut by yourself, you could plead or make your case like you planned to before you even ventured into depths. 

“Steve, please. I’ll do all of your homework, whatever you need.” Yeah, you were painfully desperate. He didn’t care. Steve came up to you and backed your up against the white brick wall.

“It’s one class and it’s only a semester long.” He said, not really caring for your offer. “Every guy here would offer that, but you can really give me something special.”

You thought he was going to open his jaw in the same way he had done to welcome the pizza guy into his last stop, but he moved away from you. For a second, you thought he spared you with some twisted tradeoff like sex or something even worse, but nothing fatally dangerous. But, that hope only lasted second as you heard his belt being undone. His khakis fell down to his ankles and you noticed that he hadn’t even bothered to wear underwear like he planned this. Steve’s tucked-in striped polo shirt was now flowing freely. 

That silent agreement returned, and you knew exactly what to do. You got on your knees, still refusing to believe that this was real. Steve waddled over, careful to keep his clean clothes of the bathroom floor, but he had no problem making you kneel down on the gross tile. He turned around, and the last thing you saw of Steve from the outside were his hairy cheeks moving closer to you. You felt like how you did at the party, reminded of his status as a predator but with a great deal of fear filling your head. His ass was swirling in your head, and now it was wrapped around you in seconds. He started dragging you across the tile, your head already deep enough to where you couldn’t pull away, even if he was pulling you with him.

“Fuck, you make my ass look fat.” He said, scrunching his face up and squeezing himself further down until he was stretched wide enough to take in your shoulders. He stopped just as he felt your collar bone slide into his ass. 

Steve turned to look back in the mirror, dragging your body around without care as he faced his back to the school bathroom mirror, turning around to see how you made his ass even fatter. He grabbed and groped his cheeks, pulling them apart to see his hole circling your shoulder blades. He jiggled and bounced them, thinking about how you would make them even more thick and juicy—better for the next victim he wanted to tease and lure in.

From there, the slide down was easy. Steve watched himself in the mirror as he sat back and squeezed and clenched his ass to take more of you into him. He was already sick of you after a few minutes of having you sit idle in his ass, which was already a much needed upgrade from your unremarkable interactions with him. To Steve, talking to you was a chore. Remembering your name was a chore too—fuck, who was he even eating? His memory of Friday was blurry, and so was your face. Every time he tried to think back to the people he invited over, he struggled to recall you even being there. He made a mental note to make sure to erase your name from the project while he was at it and spin some story about how you ditched him to go party while he stayed inside the entire weekend working tirelessly to make sure it was done on time—why would you need the credit when you’d continue your school days as ass fat, anyways?

Steve checked himself out in the mirror again, flexing the upper body muscles he did have while his ass was in use. He was down to your waist, making good time of the bathroom break he was on. He would probably be returning to the bathroom during the period you had a class together to finish off your memory and forget about you. Steve winced, feeling your cock and balls and ass get dominated by his as they all were consumed by his greedy ass. 

“No jerking off in there, okay?” He said, making sure that you found no pleasure in being constricted and given a full-body massage by his insides. There was only so much he could do, so he resorted to degradation to make it miserable. “Just think of all the people you’re gonna help by helping me grow this bod.”

Steve just couldn’t pull himself away from the mirror, he backed up as far back as he could to fit all of his body into the metallic frame. He didn’t even bother watching the rest of you slip away into his ass, feeling the pleasure of you slide in as fast he could force you in. He didn’t have time to sit around and take things slow, because he had to eat you and then digest you; what a nuisance you were. Steve would end up using the remainder of the period to let his stomach shrink back into a reasonable size—one that stretched his shirt out to show off his meal but also one that let him fit into the space between the desks and chairs in class. His pants were much tighter now that you had been broken down into nothing but body fat, and he couldn’t be more happy of the way his ass looked strutting past the mirrors and to the exit. There wasn’t a trace left of you in the bathroom except for in Steve’s fleeting memory, who was already forgetting the encounter in the same way someone would forget what they ate for breakfast.

Steve walked out of the bathroom with a new layer of fat on his ass—you. You were right, you would be sitting with him at lunch, smushed against the plastic high-back chairs as he sat with his actual friends.

[hungeranddecadence]

I love to imagine dating someone, who's balls are constantly swollen with their exes. I can see and hear them all the time, can hardly tell how many are shoved in there. They slide around each other, and yet they never let them out. When the day comes they want to break up, I fully know where I'm headed, it might be tight for me and the rest, but it certainly isn't for such a greedy pred...

[hungeranddecadence]

I had this fantasy for a while where two cute boys invite you to have a sleepover, you don't really know them that well but of course you agree. It starts off innocent and you don't realize what they're up to untill you're restrained to the bed, facing up. They pull a blanket over you and that's where their real sleepover starts. They both take off their pants, you feel their naked musky, sweaty butts pressing to your face as they begin to dutch-oven you. They're really chatty above the blanket, compliementing eachothers' farts, giggling and making out. They snack alot while watching movies and it just makes their farts so much worse, they either act like you're not there or tease you and play games, asking you if it smells nice or making you guess what they're eating at the moment based on their farts, saying that they'll let you go if you guess correctly (they won't).

By the time the night is over they managed to make some nice content with you as the main star and not to blackmail, but they'll see you next weekend, they have alot more stuff they wanna try on you~

[hungeranddecadence]

A Dangerous Suprise

"Come on man, you know there's no escape, so you might as well get in this ass" your hookup says menacingly. Seconds after you'd both stripped down, the cute guy you met at the bar pushed you down and locked his bedroom door. "Dude what the hell are you talking about? Let me out, this is getting weird" you yell, not quite sure how to react to his exposed ass.

"It's fine man, in a few minutes you won't have to worry, you'll be tightly packed in my ravenous ass" he laughs. Before you can react he grabs you, forcing your naked body to your knees and leaving you face to face with his ass. From a distance it looked hot and thick, but being this close made it seem intimidating, making you feel nervous and uneasy before it.

"Now, just relax and this'll be a lot easier for you, or feel free to squirm, either way you'll be part of this ass pretty soon." Without warning he grabs the back of your head and pushes it in between his pillow-like cheeks. You feel his hole expand and contract as it reacts to your face making contact, still unsure of what's happening.

Seconds later you feel his hole open completely, slowly pulling your face into his ass. You start to panic, pushing frantically against his thick ass cheeks in an attempt to escape his grasp. However, it's all in vain, his juicy ass cheeks are like dough, becomming more difficult to get a grip on the harder you push. By now your head is almost completely inside the voracious stranger's ass, which is hot and musky, burning your throat as you try to breathe.

You feel his ass open further to accommodate your shoulders and chest. As your body gets pulled in deeper the suction of the powerful predator's ass gets stronger, swallowing more of you with ease. By now you're up to your hips, only just realising that you've got a raging boner; the process may be terrifying but the way it feels still manages to get the blood rushing to your cock.

As your dick slips inside the hungry asshole it sends a powerful orgasm throughout your whole body. You can't help but let out a powerful moan into the tight ass before you. Streams of cum leak out of your cock, softening the fleshy walls of the pred's ass, further lubing up your journey into his body. Seconds later all that remain outside are your feet, wriggling frantically as you desperately try to escape the powerful grasp of the ass that's eating you.

Soon you're completely consumed as he sucks your feet up his ass. He gives his thick cheeks a firm slap as you're forced into a ball inside him, causing your whole world to shake and rumble like an earthquake. "Thanks for the free meal man. Feel free to struggle as much as you like while you digest, it always feels amazing."

You try to get comfortable in the tight prison you're stewing in but it's almost impossible, the walls feel like they're closing in on you. You struggle and kick the sticky surface around you, causing your pred's ass to shake and wobble from outside. "God that feels amazing, I wish this bit could last forever" he says, closing his eyes and rubbing his ass to feel the struggles. "Nothing better than a helpless prey fighting for their life inside me. There's no escape though man, face it, you're just meat now for me to digest, pretty soon you'll realise all that fighting is just speeding up your demise!"

The heat starts to rise as you continue to fight in the hopes of finding an escape. You feel your skin bubble as the walls of the ass close in on you, releasing juice to convert you into ass fat. The walls become stickier as they close in on you, your skin merging with them as you're broken down further into sticky ass fat. Finally the heat becomes so intense that you pass out, your eyes closing as a final thought rushes through your mind... "I'm just fat."

From outside the pred feels your struggles end as you're finally knocked unconscious. He takes a look at his new ass, now much thicker and more muscular as it continues to break more of you down. "Damn he did some work to me" he says to himself, admiring his firm cheeks. With that he sat down and put his underwear back on, letting the rest of you digest and get absorbed into his satisfied new bubble butt.

[hungeranddecadence]

Fired up the grill, then got a little impatient. You should’ve told your friend he had better not make me tell him twice to stop messing around. He didn’t know I was a vorepred, he fucked around, he found out, and now he’s in your big bro’s ass. Covered that fucker in BBQ sauce and shoved him right up my butthole, face first, before he could stop me. Before anyone in the family even noticed, too. No one’s gonna miss that bitch. Hey, he’s still with us, in a way. He can still hear, feel, taste, smell. For now, until he’s fully digested into muscle and fat for my already juicy vorepred ass. You wanna talk to him, just talk to my ass. I’m sure no one will notice, right? Hahahahahaha.

Now shut up and come get some steak, or you’re next to go up my butt, fucker.

[hungeranddecadence]

"OMG, this thing is so heavy." BURPPPPPP *muffled 'help me' "Sorry, what was that buddy? Couldn't quite hear you. Heh." Note: re-posted video with working audio this time.

[hungeranddecadence]

"I told you to vore him years ago, babe."

"You're right... *urppp*... I should have listened to you. This feels incredible!"

(note: has audio)

[hungeranddecadence]

"Sir, wait. You can't do that!"

"Heh, I just did."

(note: with audio)

[hungeranddecadence]

Happy Pride Month!

Thought I'd do a cute post-vore short story for all of you with my hunky athlete OC John!

John walked heavily towards a nearby tree. Placing his strong back against it as he slowly plopped down on his rump. His legs spread open to accommodate the massive size of his enlarged stomach.

He was on his morning jog that consists of 30 minutes of straight jogging, 5 minutes of walking, and 5 minutes of sprinting and repeat.

Sweat poured down his head and body as he grimaced in pain from the run and from his belly that squirmed uncomfortably on his waist. He felt his manhood grow underneath, making it painful as it twitched, begging for release.

Looking down, his abs that were replaced by the spherical ball in front of him, was an egotistical trophy to him. One that he felt every punch and kick against his stomach walls and would only make small imprints and bulges to the surface.

"Shit man, you need to stop moving." He says as he smacked the side of his stomach. The belly bounced slightly, making it look like a water balloon. Placing a fist over his mouth, he tried to stiffle a loud belch. Failing, he opened his mouth as the loud belch echoed.

BWWWUUURRRRRRP

After his much-needed belch, a pair of shoes flew out of his mouth, covered in saliva. His mouth dripped with drool, wiping his lips with the back of his arm.

The same loud belch scared some birds above him as they flew away, making chirps of surprise.

Placing his left hand behind his head, while his right rubbed the curves and crevices of his belly, he soon felt his jogger snack barely moving within him.

"Just how I like it, a full belly and it being still-URRP." John says as he patted his belly in satisfaction. Hearing the soft wind breeze and feeling it against his bare belly, he closed his eyes to take a small cat nap.

His belly gurgling loudly in the process, making the hunk chuckle when it tickled.

[hungeranddecadence]

I have a best friend who's been into bodybuilding for a long while now. He's huge now and significantly bigger than I am, but he's recently hit a plateau. Somehow he learned of a way around it by absorbing people. He really wants to absorb me and add me to his gains. I'm not sure. Can you help me make up my mind?

"Come on bro you're almost in. Don't scream, just let yourself become part of me," Came the hefty voice of your friend, Josh. You knew from his words and the muffled screams, that he had caught another victim. Josh was a bodybuilder who was devoted to growing his body to be perfect. He had gone through many eating regimes, some odd and some extreme. But what he was doing now had to be his worst yet.

Somehow over the past few weeks, he had gotten the ability to absorb other guys into himself. After each guy was absorbed, he grew significantly. He had added at least 50 lbs in the two weeks alone. The more disturbing part was what came after all the growth. During his sleep, he had started to snore very loudly, so you went to check on him. What you found was him muttering to himself about how much he was enjoying devouring the intelligence and the souls of his victims. Thankfully for you, Josh was a close friend and so far seemed only to be focused on eating guys from the gym. Recently, he found out from one of your friends about gay dating apps and began finding guys on there to absorb. No matter how much they screamed or, struggled they ended up inside the hulking straight bro.

Josh was becoming a monster, and he was ramping up how many guys he had in a day. He had an event for big bodybuilders tomorrow, and he wanted to win the only thing was, he wasn't big enough yet.

You secretly didn't want to be around him while he was like this, despite him being your best friend. You knew he wouldn't touch you, would he? He had one of your other friends after a party, and a couple of dates you brought back vanished the next day.

"NOOOOMM PPPLLEEEE" came to a cry from the room before being snuffed out. It was followed by a great brutish sigh of relief and a "fuck yeah bro," Josh flexed in the mirror, taking in his growth, before stomping away.

"Fuck bro," he added suddenly.

"I've had four guys this week so far. And I'm still not big enough," He moaned.

"I'm gonna need just one more guy, and then I should be big enough to win," He said, looking at the mirror. You paid no attention to his whining, continuing with your work. Josh suddenly turned the corner and came to the room. He stood there staring at you from the hallway with a very guilty look.

"Hey bro, ya know this event is coming up soon," He began, his voice sounded as if he was pleading. You stared blankly at him, curious at what he was asking.

"And if I get a few pounds bigger, then it would almost guarantee that I win. But in order to get bigger, I need one last guy," He goes on, twiddling his thumbs and looking down, like a child who's done something naughty.

"You're a great friend, and I was wondering, would you like to be part of my body?" He asked quickly. You stared blankly at him, processing what he had just said.

"What? No! Fuck! I don't want to become part of your body," you yelled at him.

"But, you would make me big enough to win the competition,"

"Yeah, and I have things I want to do and get on with,"

Josh stopped and started trying to think of something to say.

"Why couldn't you just grow naturally? Think of what all those people you absorbed wanted to do! And now they're trapped inside you," You jabbed at him. Josh was emotionally unfazed by the question he was too thick to understand, even with all the intelligence he zapped up from his victims.

"But I really need to win this..." he moans on.

"I am not becoming a part of you. we're friends! What are you going to do once I'm absorbed up in your body huh? Cos, once I'm in, I'm not coming back out!" You yelled one last time. There was silence in the room as you both stared at each other, Josh looking upset that he won't win, and he upset you. And you are annoyed at such a proposal. Eventually, Josh opened his mouth to speak again.

"But frie... " He stopped.

"I'll take it you'll think about it," He finished before shooting off. You went back to your stuff, thinking that was that. You really needed to sort your best friend out.

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The day flew by, and it was time to go to bed now. You brushed your teeth and got changed into your pyjamas. Although you couldn't find your top, it didn't matter. You switched off your lamp and shut your eyes.

Fifteen minutes passed without a disturbance. Then quietly, your door creaked open as a fully naked Josh slid in. His eyes were fixated on you, as you slept peacefully, while he snuck up to your bed.

"Sorry, bro, but friends need to help out friends in times of need, and I need you, in me, right now," He whispered as he peeled the sheet from your body. He was very delicate, so he didn't wake you, hoping you would sleep as he turned you into nothing more than more muscle and mass. He pulled down your pyjama bottoms and threw them to the side. Despite being cold now, you remained fast asleep.

Josh's massive body then fell right on top of you, engulfing your tiny body. You tried to get away by crawling out, but as his skin touched yours, it stuck to you like velcro. There was no getting away now. All you could do was scream and plead, but Josh wasn't in the mood for this or letting you get away. He quickly put his left hand over your mouth, and his right one hold your stomach.

"Sorry, bro, but I really need this," He said without remorse. "It's not that bad bro, you always did like my body, and now you get to be part of it. I'll make sure you're a hot part too, like my pecs," He continued. His hand began to apply pressure, pushing you into his body.

You could feel now as the back of your head was sinking into the crack between his pecs. Your body was mostly numb as it melted away into his body. Your hands had sunk into his body as you attempted to push off. You couldn't see it, but you knew your stomach was almost gone as his tight hand pushed down on it with more strength. Your feet and legs were the first to vanish into him, melting away into his thick juicy logs. Next, your ass vanished into his crotch. Your dick, which was surprisingly hard during this ordeal, sunk directly on top of his, merging them both into a far broader and longer dick that Josh would certainly enjoy.

Your chest and stomach blended into his abs, temporarily fading them, though they promptly returned after yours was gone completely.

You pleaded with him to stop and set you free, but you knew by now it was too late. You were doomed now to become your best friends latest meal and would make sure he grew to succeed. Your chest sank underneath first, and then your face followed next. You watched as the room around you vanished. In moments your eyesight was gone, and all you could was feel big, meaty and warm as you became Josh's pecs.

"FUCK YEAH BRO!" Josh yelled as he jumped up, energised as you were absorbed. You felt yourself bounce as he jumped up, and with each step he took, vibrations jiggled you further. Josh walked out of the darkroom and switched on the bathroom light. He looked in the mirror, excited now that he hoped to be big enough. He flexed his arms, which triggered his body to begin growing from his tasty meal. Josh watched smugly as his body doubled in bulk and added a few inches to his height. You could feel yourself expand, growing rounder and skin hardening as you became a pair of meatier pecs. In celebration, Josh started to pec bounce you. He was gleaming into the mirror as he did it, sort of thanking you for becoming part of him.

You couldn't talk anymore, but you could think to yourself. You sighed, not knowing what to feel. You were pissed that he had absorbed you and taken so much, but you couldn't fix that now. Hopefully, you would be enough to make him win. You might as well be on his side now since you were part of him. You gave up on complaining, instead deciding to accept the fact that you were just your best friends pecs now. All you could do now was wait until Josh started absorbing your intelligence and personality, finishing you off.

Josh jumped onto the scales and looked down, eager to see what number would appear. His mouth then smiled wide as he saw the weight 220 lbs come up. He had done it, he was big enough to win tomorrow, and all he needed was his best friend.

"Thanks, bro your the best,"

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It's so unbelievably hot to me when belches in vore kind of act like a moment of "finality".

A strong belch after the last gulp? Prey is sealed in and can't escape.

A particularly drawn out, sloshy gurgle, coupled with long burp? The prey has been fully melted down.

Sometimes belches and burps have some kick to them, huh?

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times like these where i feel the carnal need to be fat swaying on some pred's gut. just blissful jiggling without a care in the world as they squeeze and caress me, telling me how good of a meal i was and how fat i made them.

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clenches fists. i love casual unwilling vore

A pred ordering delivery and when the food is delivered, they swallow up the delivery driver and take the rest of their food inside.

A professor nonchalantly swallowing a student in the first row and digests them during the course of their lecture. What? They were hungry and had to skip their lunch to finish grading papers. That student was probably failing anyway.

Someone taking a taxi and not having enough money so the taxi driver eats them. If they can't pay the fare, the least they can do is be the pred's lunch.

A pred swallowing the electrician/plumber when they arrived at the house, not realizing their roommate/partner had hired them to fix something. Oops.

Someone going to the gym and getting swallowed in the locker room because a pred needed their pre-workout snack.

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preds that can use magic. whooof.

teleporting prey into their stomach. there's no chance for the prey to struggle, to escape. they're immediately bathing in the pred's gastric juices.

or, alternatively, preds who like to play with their prey so they use magic/a spell to shrink down their prey. but after they've had their fun and swallowed them down, they reverse the magic/spell and their belly expands and bulges out with a full-sized person.

using magic to rapidly speed up digestion, turning the panicked prey into soup and nutrient mush in seconds.

and then, using magic to absorb the prey's soul/essence into their body after they've digested, basically turning them into sentient fat that can only jiggle and sway on their pred's soft belly

preds can also reform their prey, but sometimes, the prey reforms right back in the pred's stomach, back again for round two... or three... or four... or however many times the pred has reformed them in there. the prey doesn't really have a choice in the matter.

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A pred that's a king.

Usually, he makes a great effort to appear sophisticated, and, all things considered, he's generally a good king. He's fair to the common folk of the kingdom, and, realizing this, most people love the king. Generally, he is also genuinely kind, sweet, and gentle; he visits libraries, hospitals, schools, etc. to talk to the children and sickly and help them out. Of course, being so gentle, it's easy for some people to get the wrong idea - that he's weak. His true talent hardly ever shows...

That is, unless someone makes him mad.

Now, he would never eat common folk. No, no. He has standards for himself as a king, and most people don't deserve to end up in his stomach. How would that be fair? He wields almost all of the political power in the kingdom... But there is also a council that helps the king, and there are many rich families of nobility around. So, when he eats, you can be certain it's a political rival, noble, or pretty much anyone with power.

And it's all worth nothing once they end up in the pred's belly.

Being in a position of power in the kingdom is dangerous. As far as the king is concerned, you are almost ALWAYS on thin ice. If he finds out a noble is trying to bribe the council? They're done. If he finds out a member of the council is trying to introduce a shady bill to jack up prices? Gone. Done.

And their punishment is almost always something public, too. While there are no formal ceremonies that show a king gulping down an advisor/noble, he does freely lounge on his throne while his meal is... Punished. Each loud gurgle and groan echoes throughout the extravagant throne room, and the muffled cries and protests of the king's meal can be heard. Of course, at this point, any excuse that the king's meal can spit out is worth nothing. They're already deep in the pit of the pred's gut, facing their punishment for whatever act the king decided he didn't like. And it's a long, slow process, too - which means that everyone gets to watch the progression of the king's meal.

In the first few hours, it's always rigorous, intense writhing and squirming, with handprints grinding along the king's stomach as the prey frantically tries to push out. Once a few hours have passed, though, the prey's exhausted themselves, and digestion is REALLY starting to ramp up. The king's stomach is still shifting and squirming, but now, the movements are much weaker and pathetic, with hardly a bulge poking out of the king's stomach. The time between the stomach shifting gradually grows longer and longer... Until finally, there's one last 'thump' in there... And then, it doesn't happen again. At this point, the king finally runs a hand over his engorged, round belly and lets out a satisfied sigh. His punishment has succeeded; now, he gets to enjoy the rest of digestion in peace and quiet.

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slob!Jacob Elordi safe vores his boyfriend all of the time, keeping him inside his belly for hours or days at a time.

He'll down an entire jug of juice and a whole pizza, all of which piles on top of y/n

a/n — something short! hopefully I didn't make Jacob too much of a slob in this

summary — check the ask! kinda unorthodox compared to my other stuff haha

words — 1.3k

warnings — vore! slobbery, generally gross Jacob Elordi lmao

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You weren’t sure what day it was. His stomach was starting to feel like your new home, and each time he did this, it was always so disorienting. His heartbeat rang out like a plane flying overhead constantly, and the noises his gut made as regular food passed through his gut after being your temporary room decorations for a few hours felt like the traffic you would hear from down below in a sky-rise building. Bustling, always moving with a place to be. Miraculously, you remained untouched by his stomach juices breaking down the food around you. 

It started at the beginning of the week, you had complained about one too many things for Jacob’s liking about his slob behavior. His room developed a funk that you could smell every time you walked past the door, and you tried to keep it shut when he didn’t bother to—because looking inside the doorframe offered an overview into a small civilization of bacteria living in tents made of old chip bags and under stones made of the old empty cups he hogged in his room. You usually complained about where the dishes went, and Jacob was the main culprit stealing them. His carpet—when clothes soured with fossilized food stains weren’t covering it—had whatever junk food he was addicted to for the past week burying themselves in the grassroots of his carpet fibers. This week, it was Sour Patch Kids, and they were sitting on the frontlines, deported from the bag and stuck on the sandy color of his carpet, so close to shore. But most of their comrades were either decapitated or dismembered by Jacob’s teeth before falling to the ground, to which he never bothered picking them up. Being his boyfriend, you shared the room with him, but you called it his room. He never objected when you slipped up when talking about it, so it sort of became a thing both said and thought of as his. His clothes were scattered on the floor, it smelled like him, and his belongings stood out compared to your tasteful choice in coordinating the bed and the dresser and the carpeting. None of that mattered because his things were more noticeable, for better and for worse. The only time someone would think it’s your room is when you slept in bed with him.

Those were all things you pointed out to him, in addition to how you swore to yourself that you would never enter his room without a pair of thick-soled shoes on. Just hearing the crunch of a stray potato chip under your foot made his room impossible to sneak into to clean when he was sleeping, so you had to let it become the mess that it was. Until you couldn’t.  You had returned to your apartment—one that you were two months into a twelve-month lease with—after a long day out and couldn’t handle the mess. Somehow, on the day that you were gone, he had piled more dishes into the sink and made a mess in the living room with the food he had taken from the pantry, which was also just as much of a mess. 

All of it was made worse by Jacob refusing to admit he was in the wrong, staying silent when you beckoned him to speak. But he had something else on his mind. He needed to show you another way because living around his slob behaviors wasn’t enough. No, you needed to be in his mindset. So, he did the closest thing he could to that and did the thing he was best at: he ate. You stormed off when he didn’t say a word, stomping into your shared room and carefully stepping over the various messes on the floor to reach the closet. You grabbed something more comfortable to change into, getting undressed as fast as you could because of the smell. In your rush, you didn’t hear Jacob follow you into the room. With his plush pink lips, he used his height to corner you while you were changing in your shared room. The only thing you bothered to keep on were your shoes given the mess that the floor was in, but he used his tongue to push them off when the time came. This was nothing new, so you didn’t fight back. He often had a habit of forcing his proximity to you by tucking you deep inside him for hours on end. That, or he would do it to have a more pleasurable jerk-off session and pull you out right after. In those cases, it wasn’t really that he ate you, more so that you made his gut bigger than regular food could, and it fulfilled that perfect slob image in his head.

But that was a few days ago, and you kept falling asleep only to wake up and still be in his gut. This would be the record-breaking length that he kept you in his gut.

By now, you probably smelled like meat and bile, but everything smelled like that so you couldn’t tell if it really rubbed off on you yet. Though, you had to be realistic and expect the worst. When Jacob would let you out, you had to be ready to take a shower and get clean. He seemed to have not taken a shower either, as he smelled of musk and junk food when cornered you. You would have felt if he took a shower when you were in his gut, so you surmised that everything from head to toe was in need of a good clean, too.

There were other reasons you wanted to get out. You needed to eat, and he tried horking down prepackaged snack cakes whole—basically, limiting your diet to what he wanted to eat—but he’d always find some way to savor it first before letting you have at it. So it’d fall into his gut chewed up and drenched in so much saliva that he must have had it resting in his mouth for a good couple of minutes before sending it down to you.

Though, he seemed to be eating something a little healthier for his body in the form of pizza. All the sweets he had been eating must have made him want something savory. Pizza was always his go-to when he didn’t feel like cooking or pestering you to cook, and you couldn’t fight it since it had the grains, dairy, and vegetables needed in a sustaining meal. You laughed imagining the delivery driver’s face when Jacob opened the door, most likely shirtless because none of his dirty or clean clothes would fit over his bulging stomach.

When it came to stuffing food in his gut while you were in it, he didn’t miss a single bite. In fact, it may have been the cleanest he had ever devoured a pizza. He wanted every chewed-up slop of pizza to unceremoniously fall on you and become a messy mound of saliva and cheese and dough next to you. Jacob washed each bite down with more juice bottles that he lazily tossed to the side when he was done. All of it culminated in you resting up to your shoulders in the soupy remains of juice and sloppy pizza, waiting for it to funnel down the drain and into his lower intestines.

“Hey, Jake?” You called up, lifting your head towards the top of his stomach so your head wasn’t bobbing under the waterline in his filled gut. A warm smile was on your face, “I forgive you for being such a slob.”

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Imagine your big beefy/thicc boyfriend Bucky Barnes putting you in his belly whenever it's cold to keep you warm

a/n — something short to get back into this! non fatal btw tho it is joked about

summary — check the ask!

words — 1.9k

warnings — vore! gender neutral, vaguely smutty?

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It was seven in the morning when your alarm disrupted the peaceful sleep of your big boyfriend. He laid on his back with you sleeping on top of him. His eyes fluttered open, flicking from you to your alarm and then back to you. Slowly, while holding his breath, he ever-so-carefully reached to the nightstand next to your bed and turned off the alarm. You could feel his movements and took a deep breath before speaking, your head never leaving his plump chest.

“Buck, I have to get up.” You buried your head into his chest, your arms still clinging around him. He was so big and filled out your wingspan in the best way. Just the way that you laid on him with the entirety of your weight, not an ounce shifting to anticipate the action of pulling away made you sound less convincing.

He could sense your lazy efforts to depart from him, “Just stay in bed with me. Let’s watch movies all day.”

You pulled away, lifting the covers to let the light in on all of the places where the sun doesn’t shine. It was coming in through the window, shining unusually bright through the drawn, silky black curtains and illuminating all of the curves and folds of Bucky’s naked body. He slept as bare as possible, being comparable to a furnace making a room hot when he was under the sheets, while you had a thin layer of pajama pants and a tee-shirt on. Even his metal arm managed to be warmer than you during some nights, like his own personal radiator receiving and sending heat out in waves under the sheets.

“I wish I could, but we wouldn’t have a bed without money. And we wouldn’t have that without a job.” It was a harsh truth you had to admit, every second of being at work was torture because you knew what awaited you upon your inevitable return—a man who was willing to do anything to be near you. You needed him just as much as he needed you, but you felt like an emotional support animal sometimes—more attentive to his needs than your own. He always talked about getting a cat. That’s how much weight you were willing to give it. You two weren’t really on that level, but he had a strange fascination with putting you in places you didn’t belong. Sit in his lap, roll over in his stomach, stay in his bed. 

“Fine, just this once.” He allowed, and then he demanded, “Kiss me.”

You gravitated towards the window, snow covered the ground and now the chill in the room made sense. “Shit. I’ll be back in to get dressed for work.”

You rushed to your shared closet, consisting of two sliding doors with mirrors covering the front. You could see Bucky raising his head at your more serious tone to ask the question: “What’s wrong?” 

You laughed at his reaction, unsure if he was actually worried or if he was just mad that he didn’t get any affection. “My car’s covered in snow!” 

And so were your feet the second you walked out the door. Dressed in nothing but a loose pair of pajama pants that got caught in the chilly breeze, a short sleeve shirt that made you regret not grabbing gloves, and a pair of chunky snow boots that clashed with the rest of your outfit, your goal was to get this over with as fast as possible. You armed yourself with a multi-faceted snow broom. It had a brush on one end to sweep everything off with a combined handle and ice scraper on the other. With that in hand, you trekked through the snow, rounding the house you and Bucky resided in to clean off your vehicle. 

At first, it was easy to maneuver around your car and sweep off the snow clinging to the windows and door handles before raising your arms slightly higher to clear off the hood and the trunk. All of it fell to your feet, feeling like extra weight the longer you stood outside. Soon, your movements became lethargic. Your arms were freezing, the muscles weakening from having to clear the top off last. Your legs felt heavy and the snow at your feet was like thick mud, harder and harder to kick up as minutes passed. Your haphazard attempt to prevent yourself from being late to work started to go sideways because now, you wanted to take your time and conserve the fleeting warmth in your body. You could have gone back inside, but Bucky’s allure—no matter if he was still in bed or streaking around the house—would be too strong. He would distract you, and this weather was the perfect mood-killer for any ideas like that.

But Bucky seemed to come to you as if he knew you need some relief. Even in the cold, he only donned a pair of ankle-high combat boots straight from your closet and nothing else. He had that super-solider advantage, the serum and his time in Russia making him not even flinch as the snowflakes whirling through the air encircled him. Everything from his muscles to his small, developing gut shook a little as he walked. His dick didn’t shrink in the cold like most would, it stayed at its impressive length even while soft. Behind that, his balls swung with him as his thighs pushed his package from side to side with every step.

You could hear his footsteps packing down the snow, eliciting a crunch with each step. Turning towards the noise, you spoke out to him. “Buck, what are you doing out here?”

“I never got my kiss, and I figured that would make you clean this car faster.” Had you really been out here for that long? Maybe you had already spent all of the time you allocated to getting ready to clear off your car. His left hand—the one made of metal—gripped your arm, making you shudder from the added cold. He had a look of concern on his face, “You’re freezing.”

He used his hold on you to turn you away from the car, and your hand had gone numb enough to drop the snow broom to the ground. You didn’t speak, so he continued. “I could warm you up fast, doll? You’ll be wishing it was summer.”

Bucky didn’t wait for any confirmation. His hot breath clouded the air and reminded you of a misty sauna, one where the fog was thick and the walls were a dark mahogany. The only thing that soured the image was Bucky’s morning breath, reminiscent of last night’s dinner with a meaty twinge to it from the saliva. But he could read your face, the features that hadn’t numbed twisted into something short of a positive look. It felt so good in contrast to the cold chill in the air, the smattering of snowflakes on your head and shoulders felt like a nice garnish to him and melted quickly from the heat inside his mouth. His cheeks bulged with your head inside, the hairs of his unshaven scruff spreading away from each other as his skin and jaw stretched impossibly. You wanted more of the warmth, the rest of your body needed to curl up someplace warm. Surely Bucky could help you out after so that you wouldn’t be late to work, this was just a little distraction.

Your mind flew in a million different directions. His lips went over your shoulder blades and you could feel saliva drenching your shirt like the complimentary hot water at a sauna; he intentionally pressed you to the roof of his mouth so your back was coated by the best sauna stone known to man. Your head passed the bottleneck of the whole process, feeling the first of many cases in which you would be encased by warmth—by slick saliva that would never freeze over. He got to your hands, happily stuffing them in and feeling your satisfied sough as they warmed up in his mouth. The rest of your body was slurped up easily, his gulping and swallowing echoing off the quiet outdoors. Then, he reached your feet. He made a point to take off your snow boots and socks to warm up your cold feet, too. He wanted you to be as comfy as possible, to slip away in a heated reverie.

Eventually, you were balled up in his gut, weighing him down without much trouble. You were quiet like the settling snow. Now that you were in his gut, the world decided that it was finally time to stop the onslaught of flurries. Since the snow had stopped, Bucky reached up, using his larger body size and frame to get the top of your car. With his metal arm numb to the frigid element’s remains, he swept off half the snow from the top. Then, he leaned forward, pressing his gut against your car and squeezing you in the process.

“Sorry, babe.” His voice bellowed from above. He grunted, reaching around to get the chunks of snow his initial brushing didn’t reach. A few uncomfortable moments later, you felt his gut sag back down without the solid force of your car to mess with it. He let out a satisfactory sigh. “There.”

“Is my car clean?” You called up, feeling your wet pajamas cling to you, and started to get sick of the heat now that you were all warmed up.

“Yeah.” Bucky stood next to your car, admiring the little work that he did to finish off clearing your car. He spun around to find the snow sweeper you dropped, making you shift around in his gut when he bent down to pick it up. After a few unsuccessful attempts to grab it with his enlarged gut—he almost fell into the snow below him, almost—he just barely grabbed it with the tips of his metal fingers, but that was all he needed to scoop it from off the ground.

You hit against the walls of his stomach. “So, let me out!”

It elicited a belch from him, and he patted his gut. “I’ll let you out… tomorrow. Your boss is going to have to deal with it.”

The big steps he took to walk through the snow were noticeable from within his gut. When he stopped, you assumed that he was back inside, and you heard the soft click of the lock to your front door that you knew all too well. It was the same noise you would hear if you were heading off to work, but now you heard it through a thick layer of fat and stomach lining.

“Buck, I’m serious!” You protested. He kept walking around before sitting down on the couch, your world shifting again as the suspension from his midsection turned into a flat support under you. From the outside, Bucky had spread his legs wide, letting his gut fill out the space where he’d normally tell you to sit or suck or whatever he wanted. He would get to keep you in his gut for the rest of the day, and in his metal hand, he held a steaming cup of hot cocoa that he slowly doused you in whenever he took sips of it. On the television, he had some movie playing that he had been bugging you to watch with him.

“Not my fault you don’t believe in layering clothes…”