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Without a chance to breathe, I am here. With a new chapter. As promised, here's the second half of my macro March special. I might connect all the extra logs into it's own thing. But I'm gonna need some help. I don't know the month things that go on like Macro March. So comment down below and let me know what's April gig.
Enough chatter. Enjoy!
Al belongs to me
Steve belongs to Rumble, paramount pictures
You know. After being eaten so many times, you would think I should hate it. But, with certain creatures, I'm okay with it. Tentacular was one of those guys. He cared for me, wanting to make sure I was warm while inside him. For awhile, I was warm. Then, the warmth started to burn. The pain stopped altogether as I laid on the cold ground. I got up on my feet and looked around, this was a new one. I was a small person in a giant gym like area. There was a boxing ring big enough to fit several skyscraper sized things in it. I didn't wanna exactly explore too much, or else I would get lost or crushed by something falling. With a sudden thump, the floor shook. Another thump shook me. The familiar feeling of footsteps jolted me back to reality. Without even thinking, I ran towards the ring and slid in the tarp area of the bottom. The shaking grew stronger. I held my breath, fearing I might accidentally breath too loudly. The shaking stopped after being under the ring for a minute.
“Coach?” yelled a loud voice, the message echoed for ten seconds. “You still here?” the voice sounded like it belonged to a man in his mid to late forties. I heard a different noise now. It sounded familiar, but I can't place my finger on it. “I know there's someone here,” said the voice. My heart started beating faster. “I can smell you, so then,” there were two shaking sensation, figuring out he just took two steps. I figured as much since there was a shadow blocking any sunlight that was getting in there. “You wanna come out? Or do you want me to find you?” My heart felt like a Jack hammer was going on inside me. “Gotta say though, be better if you came out. Because if I find you,” a loud noise like a building was coming down, filled the air. “Well, let's look at the facts. I'm big. I'm fat. And I'm hungry,” the sound returned. I couldn't take anymore. I moved the darkened white tarp blocking me from view, and stepped out. And almost passed out. First thing I saw was a big pair of burnt orange scaly feet, almost as long as 12 feet, and seven feet tall. Each foot had three toes, all of which had thick black claws on the ends. Oh, and I saw a slacked tail in the opening between the feet. My eyes scrolled up along the body, and was actually surprised. Unlike with the last monster I met, I couldn't really tell what this one was made up of. All I could say was he had something similar to scales on his body, but not as exposing as a snake. Around eighty-five percent of his body was burnt orange. His ball belly of a gut was actually more of a cream color. His pectoral area was mixed of the two colors, and had an odd design on it, following around the outer part of his stomach. And with the jawline that he had, big and thick, the color was leaning more towards French toast colored. As he looked down at me in surprise with those dark brown eyes, a single sharp fang was exposed outside his lip along the lower half. He had a wide black nose, same color as his thick eyebrows. As well as having fat spikes going from the top of his head, all the way to the tip of his tail. He also had smaller spikes along the side of his jaw, like hair stubs. The only other detail left to point out was his short and low curved horns, almost like a backwards check shape, except on the longer part of that shape which was attached to his head, it got thicker. “So, what bring you here kid?” the monster said, almost like he was looking down at an animal with a broken leg or something.
“I, uh, got lost. And found myself in here.”
“Is that right?” he lowered his face to the point where he was lying on the ground. His face was looming in front of my body, like I was standing in front of a house. The noise I couldn't figured out returned, as he sniffed me. I felt a quick gust of wind pulling softly at me with the quick whiff he gave. But then, he did a stronger sniff, and next I knew, I was lifted off the ground. My body shot itself straight into his left nostril. The monster yelped in surprise, as my right black and blue shoe dropped to the ground.
Gross. So gross. Guess I should be glad there was no hair up his nose. But there was a few boogers on my body. I also noticed that I seemed to have lost one of my shoes upon entry. And though I was suppose to be able to hear him, now that I'm so close to his mouth, I actually couldn't hear too well. What I could tell was that he was freaking out and apologizing. I think I might've heard him say, ‘he'll spit me out in no time'. But after that was said I felt my body get pulled deeper inside the nostril. I could hear a sound that made me worry, suddenly I was covered in mucus. Oh no.
Steve was snorting up his accidental guest. As he was about to spit him out, he heard a loud bang from inside the building. This, for some dumb reason, made him swallow the luge he built up. He felt it travel down his thick throat. Then he felt the load land into his swollen gut, he could feel the mucus he was about to spit out land in his stomach acid pool.
“This is not what I wanted to deal with today,” he said, sliding his hand cautiously over the cream area of his belly.
I laid on top of the huge booger and mucus mound that I had landed inside. After a few moments of squirming, I had managed to break out, only to find that I was already in his stomach. It was what anybody would expect from a giant stomach. It was dark, aside from the glowing green acid that was slowly but surely eating away at my mucus boat. The stomach itself was big enough to fit a two story house, as it’s red walls pulsed with the heartbeat that echoed inside. This happened allot quicker than expected, but it was bound to happen. Honestly, after being eaten as many times as I have, I've actually gotten quite use to this. Bad as it was. I don't know, I guess I just liked the feeling of being inside a stomach, big or normal. It was like I was trapped inside a soft comforter, the sound the stomach and body made lulled me to sleep. Even though my body and clothes were burning from the acid fumes in a stomach, I was smiling, enjoying the time I was here. Then, I felt nothing.
I awoke again to white. But oddly enough, the white had a texture. Was this, a towel? I pulled it off my head, and noticed plenty of things. The bigger thing was that it was night now. I was lying in the middle of the monster’s pecs. And he was looking down at me, like he finally did something right for once.
“Ugh. What happened?” I asked, my body feeling sore.
“Well, after a little awhile, I managed to burp you out. You've been out for a few hours. Any longer, and you may have actually been,” he said slapping his belly, jiggling with each impact, “a centimeter added to my perfect figure.”
“Thanks for the save.” I was about to say that he couldn't time it more perfectly, till I looked down at myself. Aside from a few faint burns, my body was fine. But my clothes were another situation. I barely even had any on! My pants were completely gone. My socks were barely holding together by a string. My shirt looked like somebody threw out in a shredder and handed me the pieces. The only thing that was barely touched was my boxers. Thankfully, the navy blue and baby blue checkered boxers were in one piece. I sighed in disappointment, and put my fingers on the clothing of mine barely holding together by a literal strong. I snapped the string, and everything except my boxers slipped off. I yawned upon the giant’s body, without a care in the world. He looked flustered when he saw me without clothing, that was enough to make me smile. “Well, I'm ready for some sleep. How about you?” he responded well enough by yawning. “Mind if I make a crazy request though?”
“Shoot kid.” My heart was slightly racing faster. I'm not use to asking this of people, but because of my experience, I feel like I might enjoy it.
“Mind if I sleep in your mouth?” His face went rose red at my question. He stuttered like crazy till he finally gave his answer.
“I-I mean, I can't guarantee that I can stop myself from swallowing while sleeping. But-but if that's what you want to do, then,” his face was burning red still, but he opened his mouth hesitantly. My heart was racing still, for when he opened his maw, a hot wave of humid air hit my entire body.
“Even if you swallow, no biggie. I won't hold a grudge. Thanks, mister monster.” Just as I was about to put my foot in, his mouth shut immediately.
“The name is Steve, not mister monster. Steve. Remember that, kid.”
“That's fair. Then, I'm not kid. Name is Al. Nice to meet you, Steve.”
“Likewise, Al. Well, you better rest up. Night,” he opened his mouth as big as he could, letting me walk inside easily.
“Night, Mister Monster Steve,” I said, which was followed up with him slamming his mouth shut. He laid his head on the floor of the ring that he was lying on. He could feel the kid inside his mouth, getting under his tongue. The boy had a nice taste to him, though Steve couldn't figure out what to label the flavor.
‘Little punk,’ Steve thought, smiling with his lips. As he closed his eyes, he tried his hardest to make sure not to swallow the human snack, who was literally using his tongue as a blanket.
Unfortunately, it only took Al about four minutes to pass out. Guess the heartbeat that could be felt throughout the entire body was nice lullaby, and the tongue was big enough to cover a trailer home. The perfect thing to keep one nice and safe underneath of. Al had thought the tongue was heavy enough to keep him secured in the mouth area. But he was wrong. Steve fell asleep six minutes after he did. Guess the guy forgot to mention that he snores. Loud. Which didn't help either parties. The snoring had lifted the tongue safety blanket enough to let the recent guest sleeping, slide out from under and was pulled towards the throat headfirst. Nothing could save the poor boy from diving headfirst into the giant monster throat, like a waterside that just had to have him. And did it. Normally, the throat of an average creature would be pushing in from all sides on the unfortunate snack that happened to be swallowed, slowly pulling them deeper inside till they reached they're final destination. Giant throats were different. The throat was like an average sized water slide. There was enough room and moisture for the boy to slide on in, and the gravity of him sliding from so far up helped too. What wasn’t different was the entrance. Al was a heavy sleeper, so he didn't feel the impact of hitting the circular like suction door. Upon impact, up to his knees slipped through. But as the suction tried again to pull him in, it got up to his shoulders. Then, there was no debate on how much had gotten pulled in after that one. Al slid inside the familiar house like organ, landing on top of the pool of glowing green acid. He floated on top of the liquid like a swimming pool. The funny thing was, even though it was suppose to burn as the acid ate away at his skin, it didn't. He couldn't feel that the skin of his body had melted away already. He never registered that only ten seconds in and his legs had already disappeared. Was it the fact that he had been eaten so many times that he couldn't feel anything now? Or was it the side effect of being exposed to glowing acid? He didn't know. All he knew was that this was a good nap, and hoped to thank Steve when he woke up for keeping him in his mouth the rest of the night. Two minutes had gone by. And all that was left of poor Al, was his skull, and even that faded in a matter of seconds.
Enough chatter. Enjoy!
Al belongs to me
Steve belongs to Rumble, paramount pictures
You know. After being eaten so many times, you would think I should hate it. But, with certain creatures, I'm okay with it. Tentacular was one of those guys. He cared for me, wanting to make sure I was warm while inside him. For awhile, I was warm. Then, the warmth started to burn. The pain stopped altogether as I laid on the cold ground. I got up on my feet and looked around, this was a new one. I was a small person in a giant gym like area. There was a boxing ring big enough to fit several skyscraper sized things in it. I didn't wanna exactly explore too much, or else I would get lost or crushed by something falling. With a sudden thump, the floor shook. Another thump shook me. The familiar feeling of footsteps jolted me back to reality. Without even thinking, I ran towards the ring and slid in the tarp area of the bottom. The shaking grew stronger. I held my breath, fearing I might accidentally breath too loudly. The shaking stopped after being under the ring for a minute.
“Coach?” yelled a loud voice, the message echoed for ten seconds. “You still here?” the voice sounded like it belonged to a man in his mid to late forties. I heard a different noise now. It sounded familiar, but I can't place my finger on it. “I know there's someone here,” said the voice. My heart started beating faster. “I can smell you, so then,” there were two shaking sensation, figuring out he just took two steps. I figured as much since there was a shadow blocking any sunlight that was getting in there. “You wanna come out? Or do you want me to find you?” My heart felt like a Jack hammer was going on inside me. “Gotta say though, be better if you came out. Because if I find you,” a loud noise like a building was coming down, filled the air. “Well, let's look at the facts. I'm big. I'm fat. And I'm hungry,” the sound returned. I couldn't take anymore. I moved the darkened white tarp blocking me from view, and stepped out. And almost passed out. First thing I saw was a big pair of burnt orange scaly feet, almost as long as 12 feet, and seven feet tall. Each foot had three toes, all of which had thick black claws on the ends. Oh, and I saw a slacked tail in the opening between the feet. My eyes scrolled up along the body, and was actually surprised. Unlike with the last monster I met, I couldn't really tell what this one was made up of. All I could say was he had something similar to scales on his body, but not as exposing as a snake. Around eighty-five percent of his body was burnt orange. His ball belly of a gut was actually more of a cream color. His pectoral area was mixed of the two colors, and had an odd design on it, following around the outer part of his stomach. And with the jawline that he had, big and thick, the color was leaning more towards French toast colored. As he looked down at me in surprise with those dark brown eyes, a single sharp fang was exposed outside his lip along the lower half. He had a wide black nose, same color as his thick eyebrows. As well as having fat spikes going from the top of his head, all the way to the tip of his tail. He also had smaller spikes along the side of his jaw, like hair stubs. The only other detail left to point out was his short and low curved horns, almost like a backwards check shape, except on the longer part of that shape which was attached to his head, it got thicker. “So, what bring you here kid?” the monster said, almost like he was looking down at an animal with a broken leg or something.
“I, uh, got lost. And found myself in here.”
“Is that right?” he lowered his face to the point where he was lying on the ground. His face was looming in front of my body, like I was standing in front of a house. The noise I couldn't figured out returned, as he sniffed me. I felt a quick gust of wind pulling softly at me with the quick whiff he gave. But then, he did a stronger sniff, and next I knew, I was lifted off the ground. My body shot itself straight into his left nostril. The monster yelped in surprise, as my right black and blue shoe dropped to the ground.
Gross. So gross. Guess I should be glad there was no hair up his nose. But there was a few boogers on my body. I also noticed that I seemed to have lost one of my shoes upon entry. And though I was suppose to be able to hear him, now that I'm so close to his mouth, I actually couldn't hear too well. What I could tell was that he was freaking out and apologizing. I think I might've heard him say, ‘he'll spit me out in no time'. But after that was said I felt my body get pulled deeper inside the nostril. I could hear a sound that made me worry, suddenly I was covered in mucus. Oh no.
Steve was snorting up his accidental guest. As he was about to spit him out, he heard a loud bang from inside the building. This, for some dumb reason, made him swallow the luge he built up. He felt it travel down his thick throat. Then he felt the load land into his swollen gut, he could feel the mucus he was about to spit out land in his stomach acid pool.
“This is not what I wanted to deal with today,” he said, sliding his hand cautiously over the cream area of his belly.
I laid on top of the huge booger and mucus mound that I had landed inside. After a few moments of squirming, I had managed to break out, only to find that I was already in his stomach. It was what anybody would expect from a giant stomach. It was dark, aside from the glowing green acid that was slowly but surely eating away at my mucus boat. The stomach itself was big enough to fit a two story house, as it’s red walls pulsed with the heartbeat that echoed inside. This happened allot quicker than expected, but it was bound to happen. Honestly, after being eaten as many times as I have, I've actually gotten quite use to this. Bad as it was. I don't know, I guess I just liked the feeling of being inside a stomach, big or normal. It was like I was trapped inside a soft comforter, the sound the stomach and body made lulled me to sleep. Even though my body and clothes were burning from the acid fumes in a stomach, I was smiling, enjoying the time I was here. Then, I felt nothing.
I awoke again to white. But oddly enough, the white had a texture. Was this, a towel? I pulled it off my head, and noticed plenty of things. The bigger thing was that it was night now. I was lying in the middle of the monster’s pecs. And he was looking down at me, like he finally did something right for once.
“Ugh. What happened?” I asked, my body feeling sore.
“Well, after a little awhile, I managed to burp you out. You've been out for a few hours. Any longer, and you may have actually been,” he said slapping his belly, jiggling with each impact, “a centimeter added to my perfect figure.”
“Thanks for the save.” I was about to say that he couldn't time it more perfectly, till I looked down at myself. Aside from a few faint burns, my body was fine. But my clothes were another situation. I barely even had any on! My pants were completely gone. My socks were barely holding together by a string. My shirt looked like somebody threw out in a shredder and handed me the pieces. The only thing that was barely touched was my boxers. Thankfully, the navy blue and baby blue checkered boxers were in one piece. I sighed in disappointment, and put my fingers on the clothing of mine barely holding together by a literal strong. I snapped the string, and everything except my boxers slipped off. I yawned upon the giant’s body, without a care in the world. He looked flustered when he saw me without clothing, that was enough to make me smile. “Well, I'm ready for some sleep. How about you?” he responded well enough by yawning. “Mind if I make a crazy request though?”
“Shoot kid.” My heart was slightly racing faster. I'm not use to asking this of people, but because of my experience, I feel like I might enjoy it.
“Mind if I sleep in your mouth?” His face went rose red at my question. He stuttered like crazy till he finally gave his answer.
“I-I mean, I can't guarantee that I can stop myself from swallowing while sleeping. But-but if that's what you want to do, then,” his face was burning red still, but he opened his mouth hesitantly. My heart was racing still, for when he opened his maw, a hot wave of humid air hit my entire body.
“Even if you swallow, no biggie. I won't hold a grudge. Thanks, mister monster.” Just as I was about to put my foot in, his mouth shut immediately.
“The name is Steve, not mister monster. Steve. Remember that, kid.”
“That's fair. Then, I'm not kid. Name is Al. Nice to meet you, Steve.”
“Likewise, Al. Well, you better rest up. Night,” he opened his mouth as big as he could, letting me walk inside easily.
“Night, Mister Monster Steve,” I said, which was followed up with him slamming his mouth shut. He laid his head on the floor of the ring that he was lying on. He could feel the kid inside his mouth, getting under his tongue. The boy had a nice taste to him, though Steve couldn't figure out what to label the flavor.
‘Little punk,’ Steve thought, smiling with his lips. As he closed his eyes, he tried his hardest to make sure not to swallow the human snack, who was literally using his tongue as a blanket.
Unfortunately, it only took Al about four minutes to pass out. Guess the heartbeat that could be felt throughout the entire body was nice lullaby, and the tongue was big enough to cover a trailer home. The perfect thing to keep one nice and safe underneath of. Al had thought the tongue was heavy enough to keep him secured in the mouth area. But he was wrong. Steve fell asleep six minutes after he did. Guess the guy forgot to mention that he snores. Loud. Which didn't help either parties. The snoring had lifted the tongue safety blanket enough to let the recent guest sleeping, slide out from under and was pulled towards the throat headfirst. Nothing could save the poor boy from diving headfirst into the giant monster throat, like a waterside that just had to have him. And did it. Normally, the throat of an average creature would be pushing in from all sides on the unfortunate snack that happened to be swallowed, slowly pulling them deeper inside till they reached they're final destination. Giant throats were different. The throat was like an average sized water slide. There was enough room and moisture for the boy to slide on in, and the gravity of him sliding from so far up helped too. What wasn’t different was the entrance. Al was a heavy sleeper, so he didn't feel the impact of hitting the circular like suction door. Upon impact, up to his knees slipped through. But as the suction tried again to pull him in, it got up to his shoulders. Then, there was no debate on how much had gotten pulled in after that one. Al slid inside the familiar house like organ, landing on top of the pool of glowing green acid. He floated on top of the liquid like a swimming pool. The funny thing was, even though it was suppose to burn as the acid ate away at his skin, it didn't. He couldn't feel that the skin of his body had melted away already. He never registered that only ten seconds in and his legs had already disappeared. Was it the fact that he had been eaten so many times that he couldn't feel anything now? Or was it the side effect of being exposed to glowing acid? He didn't know. All he knew was that this was a good nap, and hoped to thank Steve when he woke up for keeping him in his mouth the rest of the night. Two minutes had gone by. And all that was left of poor Al, was his skull, and even that faded in a matter of seconds.
Category Story / Vore
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