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I've always been a big fan of transformation vore and it never seems to get enough love. I've been able to squeeze out a few RPs of it, but I decided to finally share my love with the world, and felt I needed to practice writing again, and wrote a small story for you all to enjoy of a boy turning into a sandwich then eaten unaware by his girlfriend. He turns back at the end, but feel free to consider the alternate ending where the machine doesn't work. I've been very nervous to share any of my stories, but please give honest input. If you're looking just for 'the money shot' (The actual vore scene) I marked it with ** so you can skip right to it
Edit: I have fixed this for grammar I was half asleep when I wrote this.
The doorbell rang and as Justin opened the door. He watched the delivery man drive off in his truck. A small brown package the driver abandoned was waiting at Justin's door. He was alone at the moment and shoved the package into the closet, hiding it for when he needed it, knowing exactly what it was, and he decided to wait until it was time to use it. He carried on with his day cleaning up the house and surfing the net until his girlfriend came home. Emily smiled as she got home changed from her work outfit and cuddled up to him as they watched TV together until it got late.
It was time for the two of them to go to bed, but one of them had a secret the other was to never know. For the contents of the package were that of a transformation machine, and Emily, although kind, was out much later than she has ever been in the past driving Justin to the ends of curiosity. She made her lunch as the small talk continued, hearing all about each others days, about what tomorrow will contain, and of course how very late she was going to be tomorrow. Justin sighed, but half-listened as he worked up the courage as the two of them returned to the bedroom to rest.
As Emily drifted off to sleep Justin's eyes widened. A tough decision laid before him. He loved her, but he was wracked with guilt. Should he do it? Where was she going? Was she cheating on him? The questions piled onto his psyche until he finally quietly got up to the closet and carefully unwrapped the brown package where a small little machine awaiting inside. He acquainted himself with the settings and figured out how the device worked as he laid the manual back into the box and walked towards the kitchen.
The machine was easy enough to understand and quite elegant in it's design. The display output an amount of time which Justin had programmed for 48 hours. All he would have to do now is find an object he would like to trade places with. His consciousness would create a pseudo crystalline enclosure matrix for his consciousness which would trap him as the object for the time that he set. Meanwhile the object itself would become functional enough to automate the body into functioning while the host was gone. Basically changing the universe to temporally remove himself from it with nobody the wiser. It was uncommon and rare, but an underground technology of the times, and something too obscure to necessitate governmental regulations.
Justin pulled open the fridge silently, pulling the brown bag with Emily's name on it and pulling out the contents inside. She was always a practical person a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a banana, a prepacked bag of chips, and a small soda now sat on the counter as he got to work. He pulled out the sandwich from it's baggie and examined it. Emily was an interesting person with her sandwiches. She ate the whole thing crusts and all. He pulled it apart for a moment and was curious never truly knowing his love's tastes. He smiled as he saw the creamy peanut butter and strawberry jelly intermixed inside two slices of white bread. It was such a minor thing to be curious about, but he had to know as much as possible about his new body. This was going to be his new body for the next 2 days after all.
He set the sandwich down apart from anything else to avoid any sort of misfire and readied his small machine. He plotted out in his mind some tasks for his body to do once he transformed and pondered for the last time if he should do it. His thoughts entertained horrible ideas of other men laying with Emily and with a twinge of panic he pressed the button a bright flash blinded him for a moment, and he laid there looking up now at his old body as he remained unmovable. His consciousness was now bound to this sandwich and there was no turning back now. He watched his body move without him, to cover for his mysterious disappearance it lifted him up and shoved him back into the baggie putting himself into the brown bag, and returning everything to it's original place including himself to his bed leaving nobody the wiser that the real Justin was now part of his girlfriend's lunch.
The night was cold and lonely for Justin, the fridge hummed with it's electronic job of keeping him cold over night, and he grew quite bored and lonely in the fridge, he sort of was able to have a half-hibernation as time seemed to go by quicker, but he was unable to truly need sleep, as what sandwich needed to sleep? He spent his hours pondering exactly what would happen to him, what was it like to be eaten, and ultimately would this machine actually work.
The next morning his thoughts were jostled when his new home shook with movement. It was a powerful feeling as he flew in the air heading against his will. Outside his world Emily was merely putting her brown bag in her purse. It had worked better than Justin could have ever expected as she was none the wiser, and whether or not he objected he was Emily's lunch today, for better or worse. He felt the jostles of the car as he rode with her, he heard the annoying banter of radio djs, and remained in the darkness that the brown bag trapped him into. He jostled more as Emily began her day, before he was resigned into another fridge. He would be able to get some information only after lunch so for now he waited. The hours remained cold and uneventful, how boring was the life of food he pondered. Isolation until devastation or more accurately digestion, realizing concretely for the first time he was destined not only to be her meal and inside her, but he was to be eaten, and until those 48 hours were up, he was no different than any other meal in this fridge.
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His world shook with a start as the hours continued onwards. Suddenly he felt the familiar pulling from the morning of Emily bringing him, but this time there was finally a light, then the pull of gravity as he and his bag-buddies fell onto a brown table, he looked up as Emily towered over him. Not with the eyes of love that he was used to, but of the salivating mouth eager for it's daily lunch.
Emily wasted no time as Justin felt the proximity of Emily's hands as the baggie opened and she set her warm hands on his doughy flesh. He hesitated trying to scream out, “Emily, ummm I don't know if I want to do this any more!” Unfortunately for Justin, sandwiches don't talk, sandwiches get eaten. The warm hands firmly grasped him and he rose up level to her face as if she was about to talk to him, but instead of words there was hunger, an open mouth with strings of saliva, white teeth whose only job was to tear him to pieces. He was no longer her boyfriend... he was her lunch! He started to fly forward until he landed inside that mouth, and finally her teeth fell down onto him and then into him as the first bite was taken.
Justin whimpered, it wasn't painful in the sense he was familiar, a sandwich having no true way of feeling pain, but he felt a strange pressure as part of him was removed and his innards blasted all over his girlfriend's mouth. Her tongue effortlessly slammed him to her right side as white boulders smashed him down and up reducing him to little more than a wet paste. Finally he felt the tongue teeter him on the edge of her throat before finally....GULP.... He descended downwards her eager esophagus muscles happy to pull him down as her first bite landed in her eager stomach.
The next bite was very much the same his girlfriend biting a little to his side smashing him further with white teeth as his very innards were spewed throughout her mouth. He wasn't one to simply be swallowed and his stickiness would not let go of the roof of her mouth, and hung inside tightly. She pulled out her drink and tried to wash him away and he effortlessly joined his previous bites, no amount of stickiness could save him from his fate.
Justin was truly hesitating and realized it was too late as he screamed in panic begging Emily for his freedom, but Emily was too caught up in her delicious lunch. He thought he finally got through to her as he was set down on top of the now empty baggie which once held him, but it was only so she could enjoy her chips and banana. He watched from below as they effortlessly were devoured and swallowed joining him inside her stomach. Then he was up in her warm hands, feeling her hot warm breath on him as the bites continued 3...4...5...6.... he was finally down to the last bite before he was no longer a sandwich, and now just her lunch....her eaten lunch.
She held him a little more tightly than the previous pieces. He was oozing with extra jelly as she licked it off of him. He felt her powerful tongue glide over his entire body with ease, and realized just how little she cared for him right now, there was not even a thought in her mind that her sandwich could be anything more than a sandwich. He watched in horror as the mouth came closer again before he was set on her tongue. The mouth closed accepting him, and for the first time in the last few minutes he was immersed in darkness again. He felt himself sitting on the tongue waiting.
Then it came. The tongue pulled him up and smashed him into the right side of her mouth as he fell her teeth came down and smashed him into pieces. His peanut butter self strewn all over her mouth as she chewed effortlessly and happily eager to finish her meal. Finally came the moment of truth. The mouth shook like a giant earthquake and finally he felt a familiar pull as he descended down her throat. A gulp of soda washing away the parts of him that could not stand to leave her mouth. With one final splash he was in her stomach. A stomach which only had one goal for him... to digest him.
Emily went throughout her day without a care in the world, unaware that her boyfriend was digesting inside her, she continued on working now full and ready for the rest of her day. As she typed away and listened to crappy family friendly music on the radio Justin heard muffled voices of the radio intermixed with the gurgles of her stomach churning him. He felt the stinging as her stomach acid pulled at him, and as her work got done, her stomach's work got done, and Justin became little more than a soup of nutrients.
As Emily finally clocked out and went to the gym before her second job Justin felt himself squeezed into her small intestine. The journey was uneventful, but still tedious. Thousands of projections of little villi were eager to grab at any nutrients he had. He felt himself pulled apart for this, but his conciseness seemed to continue forward never leaving through any detour, but merely trekking through her inner-roller coaster he was forced to endure. He listened intently hoping to find some sort of secret that would make this all worth it, but she truly left for her second job tutoring kids. He heard the familiar drivel of ABCs and 123's and realized that his journey was pointless. He felt as she got in the car, he felt her begin her night routine, and realized how much he missed being with her instead of inside her. He heard his body being intimate with her and realized just how shitty he was and sadly how shitty he's going to be, as he could not even enjoy his own girlfriend as she drifted to sleep. For her it was a restful night, for him, it was only more digestion to experience.
For Justin though it wasn't a journey to sleep no longer was it a half-hibernation of the fridge, but a tedious journey with a body designed to absorb you . He arrived in her large intestine, and ultimately clang to the wall as it was eager to grab water from him. Somehow his conciseness seemed eager to move forward and as he heard the usual routines of Emily leaving for work, he too felt himself push forward and collide with the brown train of her last meals, bacteria crawling all over him, eager to get one last meal as he was literally worth nothing to her now. He realized what was going to happen, and he could do little more than listen to his outside world, knowing full well Emily wasn't cheating on him, but he was spying on her. He sighed with relief, but also panicked. This was going to be a true test of whether or not the machine would turn him back, and he wished he had tried something else first.
Emily's day was full of boredom as she entered the meeting room, and had to listen for the 3rd time about management's new solution to the problem with pens disappearing. If Emily thought the meeting was boring, she had no idea how tiresome it is for someone who doesn't even work there trapped inside the walls of her intestines. Or at least it was dull until Emily's system started responding and he heard her petite voice exclaim, “Excuse me for a moment”
This was it, Justin thought to himself as he heard the clank of porcelain around him. Emily sat down, and suddenly Justin felt his world twinge with action. Her system pushed the brown train and with a small ploop he landed below her. A cold river accepting him, and with it came the intimate view of his girlfriend above him. As if she were embarrassed that her boyfriend could see her this way without her permission she attacked him further as a stream of yellow that soon filled his bowl. Soiled white sheets landed on top of him blocking his view of anything. Emily was completely oblivious that the contents of her toilet were actually her boyfriend. He let out one last cry of mercy, fearful for what may happen, and with that came the flush as the torrent of water carried him down into the sewers. The last hours of the transformation took place through the water ride, but ultimately he finally saw a bright flash as his body returned to him happily flexing his arms and eager to appreciate his girlfriend as he now saw her from a whole new side.
But that first story was great! Keep writing, not near enough tf vore! As for another story, I am a fan of the single grape idea. 