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Okay, so i think endeavor would make a good pred, is that really so wrong of me? Also, watched the heroes rising movie recently and i would love to do a vore piece on the Hunky furry character from it, Chimera. If anybody wouldn't mind helping with a thumbnail art, much appreciated, (no, i can't commission one since i have no money.) If nobody can help, I'll use part of the reference art i found online.
Anyways, hope you guys enjoy. I think I'm getting back into writing again. I can't stop with these stories.
Endeavor belongs to Funimation
The sound of stomping feet woke the young traveler. As he slowly opened his eyes, he noticed that the sun was out and he was in a house. An oddly old school Japanese set up, even down to the mat floor. The last thing the kid remembered was that he was eaten by ridiculously large black cat, laughing loudly and acting like a weirdo saying his name was, Pete. Then, he was in that cat’s stomach. Now, he has no idea where he is. The sound of stomping stopped. And was replaced with one of the walls sliding to the side. There in the doorway was something weird. The thing that opened the door was a human, or at least looked human. He was around 9 feet tall, maybe 10 and was wide enough to block the doorway with his muscular body. What made the young traveler question if the blockade of a person was human or not, was the simple fact that he was on fire. literally. The being wore a black leather outfit that was skin tight, enough to the point his muscles were bulging. And then there were the flames. The lightly skinned man didn't even seemed fazed by them, almost natural. There were flames covering up his eyes, almost like that of a mask. As well as there being small flames under his nose, almost in the shape of what could be his mustache. Seeing that would make anyone think all his hair on his body must be on literal fire. Especially with the fact that under his chin, a large amount of flames was sitting, the edges of which were almost snake like with their movements. But that idea was thrown out, as the kid realized he had messy red hair on his head. The fire covered man also had flame trim on his costume. The man looked surprised to see the boy on the floor in what was probably his room. Without even uttering a word, he threw his left hand up and made a circle patter. In the air. After making the shape with his hand, he flung his hand in the air, then suddenly out of nowhere, a ring of bright red flames surrounded the confused teenager. The man then softly closed the wall behind him, his turquoise blue eyes looking at his new prisoner like a gun with a prey in it's line of fire.
“I should be grateful,” said the fire man in a deep voice. “Those kids of mine were smart and didn't put any fire alarms in the house. Then again, that might be my fault.” The young traveler was confused, but the man almost sounded sad with that last bit. He began walking around his new found prisoner with interest. “So, tell me boy. Who are you, to foolishly break into the number two hero's home?” He asked. But after finishing the question, his thick hand reached through the wall of flames and grabbed the boy by his head. The fire man’s thick hand was warm as it lifted the boy four feet off the ground. The confused traveler didn't know if it was his fear or all the fire in the room, but the thick hand that was grabbing his head was getting hotter. The boy started to freak out, not cause of his impending fiery demise, but by the lack of air. He felt the air in his lungs burning and the strength within his body was fading. With the little bit of energy he had left, the traveler softly placed his hand on top of this hero's hand, which almost felt like what touching a pro wrestlers covered body would be like with all that muscle.
“Air….,” The boy managed to say before his hand, along with his body, went limp in the hero's hand. The last thing he felt before losing consciousness, was his back on the floor. And something pressing against his lips.
As the boy tried to wake up, words and visions flooded to his mind. The image of a shadowy character looming over his unmoving body as it laid on the ground. Though everything was faded and everything the two characters were saying to each other was really jumbled up, the traveler could make out a few words every now then.
Curse. Worlds. Temptation. Respawn.
These were the words he could make out before the vision faded and there was only darkness.
As the eyes of the young man flew open, he realized his body was covered in sweat. The first thing he noticed was that he was not only in the same house as before, but the fact that he was lying on the floor. The area he was laying in had a mustard yellow sheet underneath where he laid. As well as the fact that he was being covered in a fire pattern blanket with a navy blue background. The soft steps is what caught the boys attention, as he turned his head slightly to his right, he found the noises source. Standing less than three get away from his little rest area, was the man of fire. But he looked different. He wasn’t wearing the outfit he had on. Instead, he wore a pair of skin-tight white underwear. The lower half of his exposed six pack was quickly covered up with the muscle shirt he was still putting on, still shaping out the muscles he had on the surface of the fabric. The man had a white towel over his head, drying up his leaking red hair. The man appeared to have just gotten out of shower. He peered out of the opening that his towel gave over his head, staring at the confusing intruder, who had a flushed facial coloring. The instance the man took off the towel, the flames exploded to life under his chin as well as the nose, reigniting the flames that made up his beard and mustache.
“So you’re finally awake you damn intruder?” asked the hardly dressed man, almost blushing for a second. “What are you gawking at!? Never seen a grown man fresh out of the shower?” The boy remained frozen in his flustered state, slightly more red in the face. The muscular man sighed heavily and went to the nearest wall and leaned on it. “Idiot,” He clicked his tongue as he looked away from the kid. “What kind of fool let's himself be almost suffocated to death? You're lucky I heard you whisper that last bit before you were out cold.” As the traveler looked over, he saw that the man was no longer blushing. In fact, the flames on his face were even starting to shrink. “I'm glad you didn't die. Wouldn't be able to call myself a hero if I killed someone now, could I?” Hearing those words coming from the flaming hero, almost made it seem like he wasn’t even there. The traveler got out of his covers and walked over to the man. Looking at him more closely, the man easily appeared like he would destroy anything in the way. Yet, in this moment, he was acting like the flames on his face: fierce and scares all, but easily snuffed out. He looked like he needed help before he blew out. The young traveler, now standing a feet away from the towering muscle man, reached for the man's crossed arm. It happened fast. Shocked by the touch from nowhere, the hero uncrossed his arms, then before he realized it, his hand was gently grasping the boy’s right hand in his own. They stared at each other for what felt was hours, but was really only a minute. The man released the hand, and got on his knees to hug the boy. It was strange. The boy was sure the flaming facial hair was gonna burn his clothes, but didn't. The boy hugged back, embracing the warm body man in their arms. In this warm and tender moment, time itself froze. These two strangers, one in who was about to kill the other, were suddenly embracing each other like family. Slowly loosening their grips on each other, the man looked at the boy, finally at eye level. He never noticed the boy, not really. His dark brown eyes. Those rectangular glasses of his. His slightly plump belly. The light skinned boy was wearing a pair of blue jean shorts with a black shirt. That which matched his black and blue shoes. The boy was so young, old enough to be in his final years of high school. The large man placed his right hand on the boys right cheek and pulled the face into his own. And kissed him. The boy was overwhelmed. The man breath felt like he had his mouth just over a heating barbecue area. And then came the tongue, gently going through his mouth leaving a trail of lava in his jaws, least that’s how it felt. The boy couldn't stop himself from passing out again. The heated hero breathed like he just finished a cigarette. He held the unconscious boy in his arms. He smiled. “Haven't done that in quite sometime. Though you pass out way too much. Maybe it's your quirk?” the large man moved his left hand so that he was touching the boys butt. And moved his right to where it held the back of his head. “one thing is for sure--,” he smiled as he licked the boy’s cheek, smacking his lips. “you're delicious, little intruder.” The large man opened his mouth as wide as he humanly could. And gently pushed the head of his little intruder into his moist mouth. The man's mouth was being overwhelmed with flavors of delight. Though he couldn't say anything, he was satisfied with the fact that the unconscious boy was easily slipping inside with little to no resistance. So he kept going. He used his right hand that was moved from the back of the snacks head to the chest area. He had to use very little strength to tilt the boy into a vertical position. What was tricky was making sure not to let his prey slip from his grip, lest he wanted a struggle. He had to do it slowly. He moved both hands from their respective areas and had them on each arm of the human snack in his maw. He softly pushed in the arms as best as he could without waking the boy, and proceeded to pushing down the snack deeper. As he shoved the shoulders in, he could feel his throat only slightly stretched by the intruders head, which was moved down to the middle of his throat. No time to slow down, he pushed in more, the elbows now before his lips. The head was no longer in his throat, but now in his belly, but just barely inside. He could feel the boy’s breathing inside of him now. It was intoxicating, almost as much as the flavor his body was producing. Keeping up the paste, he moved his hands again, this time to the hips. And almost line a burrito, he pushed more of his delicacy into the ever growing hungry gullet. The upper torso was now inside him, the head was now bulging out his thick six pack abs. His mouth was now drooling, hopefully making it easier to slide in the morsel. This had to be the last push, seeing as the hero was starting to feel full. He stretched his arms and clutched the boy's shoes. He quickly shoved in more of his guest, pushing in till he was at the knees. The large man was now almost regretting snapping up this boy who he had just kissed and was now eating. Almost being the word. He held the feet and pushed on slower, almost at the speed of a paper shredder. As his gut stretched out by the inches, the hero was saddened by the fact that he’s practically finished. All that were remaining was the blue and black pair of high top shoes sitting at his lips. With one last push from his thick hands, he managed to push in the remaining bit, now able to close his mouth. Now for the final nail on the coffin. He groaned loudly, as the large bulge was slowly moving down. It wasn’t till he heard the last gulp he made and felt the pressure inside his throat had slipped into his gut, was he finally able to gasp for air. He ran his forearm across his lips, collecting the drool he had built up there, and wiped it on his muscle shirt. He followed the outer part of his lips with his fingers. “Damn. That was a first. And maybe the last time I pull that kind of stunt.” Said the overgrown hero, now moving his fingers down his neck till they reached their desired spot. The unusually enlarged gut that was sticking out by a good four or five feet. The movement from the six pack prison was surprisingly little. Nobody would honestly believe that Endeavor, the number two hero, swallowed a boy whole. He rubbed the inflated gut, feeling the body inside him and where everything was. “You are way too relaxed to be able to still be asleep in spite of all that.” The gut replied with a gurgle. The man was now rising to his feet, his hands holding his belly like a basketball player. He went over to the area where he had the little intruder resting and laid there, his body lying on it's side. He smiled as he looked at the overly bulged up gut, moving only ever slightly as it felt his hand move over it. “You were worth the work, my little intruder. Now—” he yawned as he spoke, “-a much needed nap.” Said endeavor as the flaming facial hair on him were now completely gone. His eyes grew heavy, as he looked down to his temporary lover. He stared till his eyelids couldn't stop themselves anymore. They shut close, and the large man was breathing loudly as he slept.
Endeavor had the nicest of dreams as the gurgling sound from his gut filled the air in his room. He dreamed he was still awake in his room. He was looking down at his little intruder holding his hand, smiling. And He could almost imagine a future for the two of them. Not as his meal. But as his—.
Endeavor awoke, his eyes shooting wide open. He rubbed his eyes and yawned loudly as the sun greeted him. He smacked his lips, tasting something odd, but couldn't place his finger on what it was. He was in his train of thought when he scratched his stomach. He was expecting to scratch his usual rock hard six pack. But what he felt instead was fat. He quickly looked down and saw that his belly was not only muscular, but his muscle shirt was now loose enough to fit a second, maybe a third person inside his shirt. He slapped the belly, his six pack was gone completely and replaced with a foot wide thick gut.
“What the hell happened to my body!?” said endeavor. Getting straight off the floor and running to his personal bathroom. Tossing the stretched shirt to the floor to the ground, he inspected his belly. The flabby belly didn't seem real. It came out of nowhere. Though he doesn’t remember anything from yesterday, he knew it was impossible for him to have gained enough weight to lose his glorious six pack. “Damn it! If I find out this was some hooligans quirk, I swear I'll burn them to ash!” yelling at his reflection seemed to have sent all the flames on his body into overload. The man slipped into the shower and did a two minute wash. He quickly got out and ignited his body on fire. The flames instantly dried his body. As he slid into his hero suit, he stopped just as he was about to step on the outstretched muscle shirt he woke up in that he threw on the floor. He picked up the shirt and looked at the thing, giving it the looked like he just saw a picture he'll never be able to unsee. He threw the shirt to the trash next to his room door. He slid the door opened and walked through, slamming it behind him. The last thing heard in the house was him yelling, “Now I'm gonna have to work this off. Damn it!”. What the hero didn't realize was the fact that he overlooked the drool he wiped on the shirt from when he ate the boy. And that would be the only evidence in this world that he existed in the hero's life.
Anyways, hope you guys enjoy. I think I'm getting back into writing again. I can't stop with these stories.
Endeavor belongs to Funimation
The sound of stomping feet woke the young traveler. As he slowly opened his eyes, he noticed that the sun was out and he was in a house. An oddly old school Japanese set up, even down to the mat floor. The last thing the kid remembered was that he was eaten by ridiculously large black cat, laughing loudly and acting like a weirdo saying his name was, Pete. Then, he was in that cat’s stomach. Now, he has no idea where he is. The sound of stomping stopped. And was replaced with one of the walls sliding to the side. There in the doorway was something weird. The thing that opened the door was a human, or at least looked human. He was around 9 feet tall, maybe 10 and was wide enough to block the doorway with his muscular body. What made the young traveler question if the blockade of a person was human or not, was the simple fact that he was on fire. literally. The being wore a black leather outfit that was skin tight, enough to the point his muscles were bulging. And then there were the flames. The lightly skinned man didn't even seemed fazed by them, almost natural. There were flames covering up his eyes, almost like that of a mask. As well as there being small flames under his nose, almost in the shape of what could be his mustache. Seeing that would make anyone think all his hair on his body must be on literal fire. Especially with the fact that under his chin, a large amount of flames was sitting, the edges of which were almost snake like with their movements. But that idea was thrown out, as the kid realized he had messy red hair on his head. The fire covered man also had flame trim on his costume. The man looked surprised to see the boy on the floor in what was probably his room. Without even uttering a word, he threw his left hand up and made a circle patter. In the air. After making the shape with his hand, he flung his hand in the air, then suddenly out of nowhere, a ring of bright red flames surrounded the confused teenager. The man then softly closed the wall behind him, his turquoise blue eyes looking at his new prisoner like a gun with a prey in it's line of fire.
“I should be grateful,” said the fire man in a deep voice. “Those kids of mine were smart and didn't put any fire alarms in the house. Then again, that might be my fault.” The young traveler was confused, but the man almost sounded sad with that last bit. He began walking around his new found prisoner with interest. “So, tell me boy. Who are you, to foolishly break into the number two hero's home?” He asked. But after finishing the question, his thick hand reached through the wall of flames and grabbed the boy by his head. The fire man’s thick hand was warm as it lifted the boy four feet off the ground. The confused traveler didn't know if it was his fear or all the fire in the room, but the thick hand that was grabbing his head was getting hotter. The boy started to freak out, not cause of his impending fiery demise, but by the lack of air. He felt the air in his lungs burning and the strength within his body was fading. With the little bit of energy he had left, the traveler softly placed his hand on top of this hero's hand, which almost felt like what touching a pro wrestlers covered body would be like with all that muscle.
“Air….,” The boy managed to say before his hand, along with his body, went limp in the hero's hand. The last thing he felt before losing consciousness, was his back on the floor. And something pressing against his lips.
As the boy tried to wake up, words and visions flooded to his mind. The image of a shadowy character looming over his unmoving body as it laid on the ground. Though everything was faded and everything the two characters were saying to each other was really jumbled up, the traveler could make out a few words every now then.
Curse. Worlds. Temptation. Respawn.
These were the words he could make out before the vision faded and there was only darkness.
As the eyes of the young man flew open, he realized his body was covered in sweat. The first thing he noticed was that he was not only in the same house as before, but the fact that he was lying on the floor. The area he was laying in had a mustard yellow sheet underneath where he laid. As well as the fact that he was being covered in a fire pattern blanket with a navy blue background. The soft steps is what caught the boys attention, as he turned his head slightly to his right, he found the noises source. Standing less than three get away from his little rest area, was the man of fire. But he looked different. He wasn’t wearing the outfit he had on. Instead, he wore a pair of skin-tight white underwear. The lower half of his exposed six pack was quickly covered up with the muscle shirt he was still putting on, still shaping out the muscles he had on the surface of the fabric. The man had a white towel over his head, drying up his leaking red hair. The man appeared to have just gotten out of shower. He peered out of the opening that his towel gave over his head, staring at the confusing intruder, who had a flushed facial coloring. The instance the man took off the towel, the flames exploded to life under his chin as well as the nose, reigniting the flames that made up his beard and mustache.
“So you’re finally awake you damn intruder?” asked the hardly dressed man, almost blushing for a second. “What are you gawking at!? Never seen a grown man fresh out of the shower?” The boy remained frozen in his flustered state, slightly more red in the face. The muscular man sighed heavily and went to the nearest wall and leaned on it. “Idiot,” He clicked his tongue as he looked away from the kid. “What kind of fool let's himself be almost suffocated to death? You're lucky I heard you whisper that last bit before you were out cold.” As the traveler looked over, he saw that the man was no longer blushing. In fact, the flames on his face were even starting to shrink. “I'm glad you didn't die. Wouldn't be able to call myself a hero if I killed someone now, could I?” Hearing those words coming from the flaming hero, almost made it seem like he wasn’t even there. The traveler got out of his covers and walked over to the man. Looking at him more closely, the man easily appeared like he would destroy anything in the way. Yet, in this moment, he was acting like the flames on his face: fierce and scares all, but easily snuffed out. He looked like he needed help before he blew out. The young traveler, now standing a feet away from the towering muscle man, reached for the man's crossed arm. It happened fast. Shocked by the touch from nowhere, the hero uncrossed his arms, then before he realized it, his hand was gently grasping the boy’s right hand in his own. They stared at each other for what felt was hours, but was really only a minute. The man released the hand, and got on his knees to hug the boy. It was strange. The boy was sure the flaming facial hair was gonna burn his clothes, but didn't. The boy hugged back, embracing the warm body man in their arms. In this warm and tender moment, time itself froze. These two strangers, one in who was about to kill the other, were suddenly embracing each other like family. Slowly loosening their grips on each other, the man looked at the boy, finally at eye level. He never noticed the boy, not really. His dark brown eyes. Those rectangular glasses of his. His slightly plump belly. The light skinned boy was wearing a pair of blue jean shorts with a black shirt. That which matched his black and blue shoes. The boy was so young, old enough to be in his final years of high school. The large man placed his right hand on the boys right cheek and pulled the face into his own. And kissed him. The boy was overwhelmed. The man breath felt like he had his mouth just over a heating barbecue area. And then came the tongue, gently going through his mouth leaving a trail of lava in his jaws, least that’s how it felt. The boy couldn't stop himself from passing out again. The heated hero breathed like he just finished a cigarette. He held the unconscious boy in his arms. He smiled. “Haven't done that in quite sometime. Though you pass out way too much. Maybe it's your quirk?” the large man moved his left hand so that he was touching the boys butt. And moved his right to where it held the back of his head. “one thing is for sure--,” he smiled as he licked the boy’s cheek, smacking his lips. “you're delicious, little intruder.” The large man opened his mouth as wide as he humanly could. And gently pushed the head of his little intruder into his moist mouth. The man's mouth was being overwhelmed with flavors of delight. Though he couldn't say anything, he was satisfied with the fact that the unconscious boy was easily slipping inside with little to no resistance. So he kept going. He used his right hand that was moved from the back of the snacks head to the chest area. He had to use very little strength to tilt the boy into a vertical position. What was tricky was making sure not to let his prey slip from his grip, lest he wanted a struggle. He had to do it slowly. He moved both hands from their respective areas and had them on each arm of the human snack in his maw. He softly pushed in the arms as best as he could without waking the boy, and proceeded to pushing down the snack deeper. As he shoved the shoulders in, he could feel his throat only slightly stretched by the intruders head, which was moved down to the middle of his throat. No time to slow down, he pushed in more, the elbows now before his lips. The head was no longer in his throat, but now in his belly, but just barely inside. He could feel the boy’s breathing inside of him now. It was intoxicating, almost as much as the flavor his body was producing. Keeping up the paste, he moved his hands again, this time to the hips. And almost line a burrito, he pushed more of his delicacy into the ever growing hungry gullet. The upper torso was now inside him, the head was now bulging out his thick six pack abs. His mouth was now drooling, hopefully making it easier to slide in the morsel. This had to be the last push, seeing as the hero was starting to feel full. He stretched his arms and clutched the boy's shoes. He quickly shoved in more of his guest, pushing in till he was at the knees. The large man was now almost regretting snapping up this boy who he had just kissed and was now eating. Almost being the word. He held the feet and pushed on slower, almost at the speed of a paper shredder. As his gut stretched out by the inches, the hero was saddened by the fact that he’s practically finished. All that were remaining was the blue and black pair of high top shoes sitting at his lips. With one last push from his thick hands, he managed to push in the remaining bit, now able to close his mouth. Now for the final nail on the coffin. He groaned loudly, as the large bulge was slowly moving down. It wasn’t till he heard the last gulp he made and felt the pressure inside his throat had slipped into his gut, was he finally able to gasp for air. He ran his forearm across his lips, collecting the drool he had built up there, and wiped it on his muscle shirt. He followed the outer part of his lips with his fingers. “Damn. That was a first. And maybe the last time I pull that kind of stunt.” Said the overgrown hero, now moving his fingers down his neck till they reached their desired spot. The unusually enlarged gut that was sticking out by a good four or five feet. The movement from the six pack prison was surprisingly little. Nobody would honestly believe that Endeavor, the number two hero, swallowed a boy whole. He rubbed the inflated gut, feeling the body inside him and where everything was. “You are way too relaxed to be able to still be asleep in spite of all that.” The gut replied with a gurgle. The man was now rising to his feet, his hands holding his belly like a basketball player. He went over to the area where he had the little intruder resting and laid there, his body lying on it's side. He smiled as he looked at the overly bulged up gut, moving only ever slightly as it felt his hand move over it. “You were worth the work, my little intruder. Now—” he yawned as he spoke, “-a much needed nap.” Said endeavor as the flaming facial hair on him were now completely gone. His eyes grew heavy, as he looked down to his temporary lover. He stared till his eyelids couldn't stop themselves anymore. They shut close, and the large man was breathing loudly as he slept.
Endeavor had the nicest of dreams as the gurgling sound from his gut filled the air in his room. He dreamed he was still awake in his room. He was looking down at his little intruder holding his hand, smiling. And He could almost imagine a future for the two of them. Not as his meal. But as his—.
Endeavor awoke, his eyes shooting wide open. He rubbed his eyes and yawned loudly as the sun greeted him. He smacked his lips, tasting something odd, but couldn't place his finger on what it was. He was in his train of thought when he scratched his stomach. He was expecting to scratch his usual rock hard six pack. But what he felt instead was fat. He quickly looked down and saw that his belly was not only muscular, but his muscle shirt was now loose enough to fit a second, maybe a third person inside his shirt. He slapped the belly, his six pack was gone completely and replaced with a foot wide thick gut.
“What the hell happened to my body!?” said endeavor. Getting straight off the floor and running to his personal bathroom. Tossing the stretched shirt to the floor to the ground, he inspected his belly. The flabby belly didn't seem real. It came out of nowhere. Though he doesn’t remember anything from yesterday, he knew it was impossible for him to have gained enough weight to lose his glorious six pack. “Damn it! If I find out this was some hooligans quirk, I swear I'll burn them to ash!” yelling at his reflection seemed to have sent all the flames on his body into overload. The man slipped into the shower and did a two minute wash. He quickly got out and ignited his body on fire. The flames instantly dried his body. As he slid into his hero suit, he stopped just as he was about to step on the outstretched muscle shirt he woke up in that he threw on the floor. He picked up the shirt and looked at the thing, giving it the looked like he just saw a picture he'll never be able to unsee. He threw the shirt to the trash next to his room door. He slid the door opened and walked through, slamming it behind him. The last thing heard in the house was him yelling, “Now I'm gonna have to work this off. Damn it!”. What the hero didn't realize was the fact that he overlooked the drool he wiped on the shirt from when he ate the boy. And that would be the only evidence in this world that he existed in the hero's life.
Category Story / Anime
Species Human
Gender Male
Size 120 x 84px
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