The Definitive Vore Scenario
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I gulp you down slowly and methodically, as you have someone stewing in your gut yourself. Once you are completely secured, I have an incredibly difficult time moving around as you were quite a heavy meal. You tasted exactly as expected, pretty much like a person would taste. As you struggle from within me, I let out a deafening *HUOOOOOOORRRRRRRRPPPPPP* that rattles any light objects in the room. Inside me, the climate changes from being roomy and sloshy to constricted and damp. Alongside you are the half-digested remnants of my lunch for the day, whatever that was. I waddle my way to anywhere nearby where I can sit down and rest. I carefully rub the exterior of my distended middle, but you struggle violently in return. Since I won't be able to move for a while, I decide to play with my gut, picking it up and dropping it, watching it bounce. As your struggles die down, we begin to talk about your situation and try to learn a bit about each other. You come off as aggressive, though, and for good reason. After I explain that you would, in fact, never come out, you began your struggles once more. You continue your struggles as I take a small nap, as my energy has been slightly drained. I lay face up, underneath my paunch and drift off to sleep. When I wake, my gut is only slightly smaller, and I can still distinctly feel you shifting inside. With my energy up, I decide to go out to get some fresh air. I pick out a small shirt and cutoff shorts, to better highlight my massive belly. I recieve plenty of stares, and whenever asked about my freakishly enlarged stomach, I shly respond with "I had a...big lunch." One person notices the suspicious struggles coming from within me, so I lead them somewhere private and gulp them down as well. As they settle into me, my belly begins to shake and writhe more than usual, until it goes still. I hear a muffled belch from within me, signifying what exactly happened. I let out a belch of my own, and with a loud *BUOOOOOOOOOORP*, A half-digested t-shirt erupts from my mouth. I continue on with my day, satisfied with my meal. I make it back home and lay down for bed, feeling you already begin to go soft. I wonder how you and your occupants will settle on to me as I drift off to sleep for the day. When I wake up, I let out a small burp and rise out of bed. My belly is exactly the same size as I left it. I figured you just might have been resilient and maintained your form through the night, but when I go to touch my gut, it sinks into it like a pillow. I realize that instead of being distributed across me, or even padding out my behind, all of you was concentrated onto my belly, leaving it a mountainous ball of fat. There were countless others before you who were kind in where they were digested, but you had to leave me with one final annoyance. You and your occupants spend the rest of their days hopelessly clinging to my engorged gut, simply along for the ride.