This is a Venom fanfiction featuring Eddie Brock and Venom. Has weird, vore-ish qualities. Don’t like? Don’t read!
 Comments and critiques are always appreciated, along with any spelling errors/grammar errors that I might have missed. Thanks!
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  “Sorry, Eddie.”
 That was the first thing he heard when he came to. Not a good sign. He groaned, moving to roll over onto his front only to be stopped by a sharp pain from his stomach. He hissed through clenched teeth, stopping dead in his tracks as he tried to wrap his head around the unfamiliar pain blooming in his midsection.
 “Eddie okay?” Venom’s head moved closer to his, studying him with a look of guilt.
 “What did you do?” Eddie asked, forcing an eye open to look at the symbiote.
 “Sorry.” Was its only response.
 He sighed, rolling onto his back with another hiss of pain and slowly, very slowly, began to lift himself into a sitting position. Venom, having caught on to what he was doing, moved to help him.
 He panted from exertion, sweat beading on his forehead. Holy shit, his stomach hurt. What the hell did Venom eat? He brought a hand to his abdomen, only to pull said hand away in utter shock. His sweatshirt was snug around his midsection, which was stretched much farther than it had any right to be. It looked like he swallowed a fucking watermelon! “Venom?!”
 “Lots of bad guys last night.” It said in the way of explanation. “Sorry.”
 “Holy shit.” He breathed, staring down at the expanse of flesh in a mixture of awe and mortification. He carefully lifted up his sweatshirt, watching his belly spill out and into his lap, heavy and warm.
 “Oh my god.”
 “Didn’t mean to hurt Eddie. Okay?” Venom said, butting its head against Eddie’s cheek in apology.
 Eddie didn’t respond for a long moment, gingerly placing a hand on his massive gut. It gurgled in response, a burp forcing its way up and out of Eddie’s mouth.
 “Eddie?”
 “Yeah, yeah. I’m alright, buddy. Just...” He didn’t know what to say. Humans weren’t even supposed to eat this much, were they? He’s pretty sure he should have exploded long before this point, yet here he is, defying the laws of nature.
 After stifling another burp, he placed his hands on either side of the bed and tried pushing himself up and out of the bed... only to find he couldn’t. His stomach was surprisingly heavy and it looked like Venom didn’t seem to want to help him up. He sighed, flopping back down and groaning as his belly jiggled and settled around him.
 Venom butted its head against Eddie’s face again like a cat and he sighed, lifting up a hand to rub at the slick, oily mass. “It’s alright, buddy... though I’d appreciate a little help here.” He said, gesturing towards the massive gut that was currently pinning his hips in place.
 Venom used a thick tendril to gently push him back into a laying position, his back hitting the pillows behind him as Venom coiled the rest of itself atop his mountainous tummy, giving slight vibrations or... maybe purring? Just another parallel between the symbiote and cats.
 “Rest, Eddie.” It insisted. “Must digest.”
 He huffed a laugh. “Yeah, no kidding.” He said, peering down at the large belly that seemed to be a part of him.
 “Is bad?”
 “Ah, no it’s just... humans aren’t really supposed to eat this much at once.”
 “Oh.” It said, sounding honestly surprised. “Stomach can expand larger. Didn’t know it would hurt.” It looked up at him with twin ovals of white, and he huffed a laugh, patting the pouting  symbiote.
 “Don’t worry about it, bud. Just... take it easy next time, alright?”
 After Venom gave some purring in agreeance, Eddie sighed, shifting into a more comfortable position before letting his eyes droop closed.