~Swish~

You'd grown numb to it, over the past day and a half-quite literally, in fact; a flurry of motion followed your immediate arrival in the sweltering sack you've been confined to, a desperate panic that accomplished nothing, trailed off into a dance of awkward repositioning as you failed to keep any sort of level position within the dank interior.

~Slosh~

The pendulous motion of your surroundings nauseated you the entire first day of your entrapment, a constant battle against the slick lining to remain upright only grew more difficult as it became harder to distinguish between the walls and your own softening meat. Since your arrival, the stomach had gone from a cramped affair, stretched into a semi-spacious environment by your flailing figure, into something that lay between the two; the thick exterior of the organ and it's own surroundings weighed heavily atop you, but were kept just shy of suffocating via the combination of dense fluids populating roughly half of the interior, alongside a mixture of gasses that bloated any space unoccupied by your own deprecating form.

~Glorb~

But now, you hardly noticed the stomach's movements-neither the minuscule undulations of the surrounding flesh, nor the grander swings of her belly bobbing you back and forth in her stride. After nearly two day spent stewing amongst a myriad of unrecognizable foodstuffs, gradually losing your structural integrity as your every movement caused a little bit more muscle to break off and join the pooling liquids around you; even breathing was a labourious chore that barely kept pace above the damage each subtle motion inflicted. And that was only your own actions; the regular impact of her thighs slapping against the great swell you had formed on her middle shook you down to your weakened bones. When she had performed her training exercises previous evening, you had scarcely expected to survive the hour, let alone the following day.

~Blorp~

Keeping track of anything occurring outside your prison was a near impossibility, most noises apart from your captor's own bodily functions failing to penetrate the thick muscle and steadily increasing fat that surrounded you. Aside from the caustic groaning that assaulted every second of your existence, the only notable sound that stood out was breathing and the heavy sound of her heartbeat. Her breaths easily drowned out your own shallow intakes, echoing throughout the dark chamber and reverberating within your skull. Unable to fully recognize her behavior via the sounds of her organs alone, you could only speculate on where she had been lugging you around all this time. You doubted you could make it through another training session, but any hope of rescue was almost certainly a moot venture at this point regardless Aside from the mostly involuntary movement of your lungs, not much else was under your control-fingers twitched and spasmed without input, your legs had no doubt sloughed off into the thick layer of sludge rising ever closer to the roof of the stomach, and whilst the interior held no light to see by, the faintest hunch that you would find your eyes unseeing rang with considerable weight. It was very likely for the best, given what you had experienced earlier-and the creeping lack of sensation you currently felt-the thought that you were better off not grasping a clearer picture of yourself seemed of sound mind.

~Grooooaaan~

The best your fading consciousness could entertain was of a somewhat humorous, if morbid, depiction; your clothes had somehow found themselves more durable than that of their wearer, causing you to sort of dissolve and ooze out of them. The mental image of a melting snowman pooling around your own outfit tickled a part of your brain as you forgot to breath for a moment. You'd laugh if that wouldn't shake you to pieces. As you pondered your ailing physique, the world saw fit to renovate your living conditions somewhat-some long and solid plank or beam pressing inward and straining what little composure remained in your mushy form. You hadn't noticed, but your devourer had finished her meandering and settled down at some nearby pub or food stall-squeezing her rotund tum, possibly into a booth or against a bar. Regardless of her location, the effect was a sheer reduction in the available space of her gut-something you were able to take immediate notice of. The gurgles and blorts of the stomach at work carried on unimpeded by the change in volume, working slightly quicker even, as the rough treatment excited formerly docile pores into releasing a fresh wave of enzymes and acids. Forming any sort of opinion about this development grew increasingly difficult-you were digesting either way, the lack of energy and fog that permeated your mind made any observations seem an dispassionate chore. It was likely only due to the abrasion of your tactile response that allowed your other senses to funnel something fainter towards what was left of your ears,

"Geez, lady...! The hell'd you eat? Never seen a fatass gut like that on som'ne so short a'fore." The beginnings of a conversation floated around the chamber like the soup you're quickly becoming.

"Ah," She paused, the assumption that your ears had given out before more context could present itself was dashed by a hearty swig of whatever beverage, no doubt alcoholic, she had ordered. You wonder if you should be glad you can't feel the sting as it washes over you. Her words resume after the downpour ends, "Some dork from, a couple days ago now? I forget," She regards her gut with a slightly pensive, but mostly bored expression, "I think his name was... Chris-no, Carly? Char... Eh, something with a 'C'". It's almost too much effort to feel indignant about; if she had considered you important enough to remember, she probably wouldn't have eaten you to begin with.

The mutterings end with a shrug, and the motion jostles you harshly. Following the rest of the conversation becomes a near impossibility. As the last of your senses dull and vanish, you have no way of knowing if you're still alive-no feedback of any kind, and you aren't even aware when you stop understanding anything at all. After that, there is nothing.

"Oourp~!" Toph, pointlessly, blinks, before angling her vacant eyes in regard to an odd series of noises originating from her bloated middle. "Huh," she paws at the top of her laden gut, the lower end of the tabard resting beneath her fingers provides no modesty in the face of her extreme proportions. After a few moments of absorbing the organ's ambience, a conclusion is reached, "I guess your name's CHYME now. See, I knew it was a 'C' word!" The man beside her merely shakes his head; whether or not she was for real didn't really matter-it could be a whole ass person in there, or 300 LBS of steak, but it would be all the same to him.

"You got some weird ass kinks, lady-and a sick sense'o'humour, too. But hey, I'll roll with it if that's what gets you going-I don't mind some weirdo role-play." He figured many would find such an enormous belly odd, if not entirely off-putting on the short-statured girl; however, she was far from the strangest he'd laid eyes on, and worlds away from the strangest he'd laid with. Glancing at her over his drink, he noticed her perk up from his words.

"Really now? Well," She pushed her stool away from the bar, her bare gut drooping several inches with a resounding wet slosh, "It kinda feels like he's on his way down the drain-sounds like it, too." A firm slap to the side of the lifeless orb sent it careening one way, then rebounding the opposite direction with a consistency that clearly conveyed a serious lack of anything solid. The man noted, if there had been someone inside-they were long gone by now.

"...Wanna help me send him off?" Seeing her stand, more than a foot shorter than him and several hundred LBS heavier; Her grin promised him another one of those 'Once in a Lifetime' encounters, he knew it within a heartbeat.

Finding a hotel turned out to be unnecessary; neither of them were locals, but Toph-as he would later find out-had been camping near enough to be within a short stroll from town, and far enough out of the way to afford a reasonable degree of privacy for the night's itinerary. As he walked behind her casual strut, his eyes trailed along the curve of her stomach-the orb bouncing from side to side with each step and an audible wave sliding around her cavernous insides. The dance was almost mesmerizing in it's peculiarity, and he found the trip much shorter than it might have otherwise been. Toph wasted no time in unclasping her lower garments as soon as they arrived-any hint at subtlety abandoned in favour of her promiscuousness. He thought for a moment to question why she had only half disrobed-only to realize that the contrast between the gargantuan form jutting from underneath her comparatively smaller outfit made for a surprisingly attractive sight-and he soon found himself stark before her immensity-his erect member resting against rumbling skin of her pleasantly plush middle. From the eager look of satisfaction that crossed her face as she rubbed the swell of her middle-he could see she was similarly pleased by his own anatomical offerings.

"So...," She broke the air with a coy grin, "Where'dya wanna start? Try for some foreplay, or do ya wanna just get to it?" She punctuated her question with a slight shaking of her belly, rubbing her gut against his cock-ready for him to make his move-which he did, surprising her by jamming his dick right against her soft middle, shaking her entire body as he rocked her with shockingly intense thrusts. Admittedly, he hadn't planned on fucking her engorged stomach-but after feeling how unbelievably soft it had been against his penis, he was more interested in seeing how far he could go with this new experience. And, to be fair-she had literally rubbed it in his crotch first. The recipient of said belly humping was having a similarly enjoyable, if strange, reaction to the opening act; the liquid contents of her stomach were slammed back and forth such that ripples and waves could be seen on the exterior of her belly, and inside the organ-the broth of former human churned and roiled with rumbling vibrations that weakened the woman's knees. It was all she could do to simply cradle her sides as he went to town on it, poking his member into her deep belly button as his fingers kneaded her doughy gut.

After some time, she felt his grip increase substantially and his bucking slowed to a series of sharp convulsions before halting entirely-her own shudders trailed off as she regarded the event, a strange stickiness decorated her in a place she never would have associated with the sensation before now. She had little time to ponder this phenomenon, before her gut was gripped once more-this time crudely dragging her towards a seated position atop her now reclined partner,

"Alright, alright! I see-well, I don't actually-but I understand what you're trying to do. No need to be impatient~" She wondered what it looked like from his perspective, as she plopped the whole of her wide expanse directly atop his chest-no doubt smothering him underneath her bulk, even as she scooted herself backwards. Reaching behind to line herself up, she felt the length prodding between her cheeks-something it had to travel slightly further to accomplish, she noted with almost imperceptible glee. Their previous stomach rutting had seemingly aided her ongoing digestion-with the earlier expiration of her snack, there was nothing keeping said stomach contents together, and a good workout was sending the former boy out of her stomach and straight onto her hips. Of course, he would be making a detour through her bowels on the way there-but it was certainly occurring much quicker than expected, if she was already noticing her gains!

In what was becoming a pattern, her thoughts where once again interrupted by an unexpected seizing of her belly-this time entire arms wrapping around the circumference and squeezing; pinned underneath her, the man was made aware of a flurry of activity going on inside her stuffed middle-the sensory overload revitalized him even before he felt her cheeks slide around his newly erect member. As she lifted herself up shakily, she felt him continue his prior kneading-a dopey look emerging on her face at the treatment-before sliding back down, engulfing his rod in plump asshole. On the other end of her digestive tract, a cornucopia of bones wrapped in frayed clothe and muck made it's way into her bowels.

"BWOURP~!" A gasping belch erupted between gulps of air, his ministrations simultaneously squeezing out pockets of gas leftover from her previous occupant, as well as forcing some of the rougher ingredients of stomach soup into her small intestine. The sensation of her utterly stuffed bowels wracked her with warmth-even as she realized that the hefty addition of bones and fabric would likely clog her pipes for some time, the more immediate pleasure was worth future constipation. Below, her companion realized none of this beyond the vibrations and movement of her guts and her continued bouncing. They continued in this manner well into the night, intermittent burps and raucous groaning filling the air alongside the continuous slapping drumbeat of flesh. By the time night bled into morning, they'd long since swapped places; their switch driven partially out of necessity in order to continue their merrymaking-her partner had eventually found himself with considerably less gut to fondle, and she similarly found herself having difficulties reaching his own protrusion-although, for entirely different reasons.

After hours of exhaustive fornication, the pair had worked Toph's belly from something with more collective volume than the rest of her body, into something closer to a small beach ball. But the rest of those calories hadn't simply evaporated-no, the weight that she had spent the better part of two days lugging across multiple towns had not disappeared, it simply relocated itself somewhere more permanent than the overworked organ. Ballooning from her hips lay two massive mounds of pure, uncomplicated fat-completely obscuring from view her similarly thick thighs and meaty calves. This increase in density had brought an end to her previous riding, but changing positions had allowed her partner to exert all of his strength diving between her plumped up cheeks-plunging in with an even greater intensity than when they had started. It seems her gradual expansion had provided more than enough continued motivation to maintain his lustful vigor-to both of their benefit. Previously, it had felt like she was taking on all the work bouncing on his cock-but now she hardly had to do anything but lay there and jiggle. Her massive meaty ass wobbled back and forth with even the slightest touch, his unrelenting pounding sent waves through her as the loud clapping nearly made her ears ring from the cacophony.

Her backside wasn't the only improvement to arise from her late meal; aside from the potbelly currently squashed underneath her prone form, her top had finally been reduced to complete superfluity. Formerly unable to contain her protruding gut, and completely incapable of attempting anything in regards to her monstrous ass-her clothes had finally given up in the face of her enlarged bust. It had tried it's best, the front clasp still affixed over her newly acquired cleavage, but the sides had long since split from an explosion of boy-fueled boob meat, too massive to be constrained by the article's meager dimensions any longer. The owner of said outfit hardly cared or even noticed the loss, not one to mind her appearance much for obvious reasons-she hadn't expected it to survive her recent indulgence regardless. It had simply seemed like a fun idea to see when the material finally gave way-too bad she hadn't bothered to pay attention in the midst of all the other fun she'd been having. Her pants would likely have made for an even more spectacular sight, had she been capable of bearing witness; exploding off of her body from an errant twitch of her posterior.

As it were, her gains made for quite the comfortable seating arrangement as the railing continued; her bosom provided a lush pillow from the moderately rough terrain, her arms sinking near entirely into the soft melons. Her plush belly was similarly helpful, yet she could tell that it wouldn't do to put too much pressure on her abdomen for the time being. Even after so much had been worked down, burned off or redistributed, a certain irreducible remainder still occupied the majority of her bowels, slowly filling her colon. Even though the sensation was an enjoyable one, it was studded with sharp bone fragments and knotted clothing-along with an occasional slight pinching sensation she could only assume to be her prior meal's glasses, folding and unfolding within her tract. The thought made her relieved she had coughed up his dorky hat shortly after sealing him away, and more importantly-the pins that adorned it. Disregarding that, this told her she only had a short amount of time left in her One Night Stand-lest she brave a very awkward end to their lovemaking. Still, she supposed that her belly was-for the most part-empty again. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to have her current partner stick around, akin to his predecessor?




Oiya! Another stellar work from Benda;

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Again, not an explicitly vore-related image, but I did write a very explicitly vore-related story to go with the visuals. Done up for a friend, I finally actually have something to put on an upload that isn't entirely half-assed! Enjoy the technical threesome, I guess.

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