whoa an ea story? after (checks gallery) 5 months? my god, i thought he died. anyways hi hello i have done a thingy for vore day 8/8 which is also my little lovebug's birthday so naturally i had to wrote them a vore thing :)


thumbnail done by them at https://www.furaffinity.net/user/salaxle42/


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Azali the Orchid Mantis, NB/Multiple, Digestion, Stuffing, Instant Digestion,

Weight Gain, Hyper Belly, Hyper Butt, Hyper Belching


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*VWEEEE!!!!*

“Happy birthday, Azali!” Petey yelled out as he practically kicked down the door holding a spinner noisemaker and a party blower.

Azali groaned and pulled a teddy bear in to cover their face, “Ngnhgh…. It’s eight in the morning… five more minutes…”

“C’mon, you silly goober, get up! It’s the big day!” The giddy fishboy patted his bugfriend’s thighs, “It’s your birthday *and* Vore Day! Two big occasions in one!”

The pink orchid mantis gave him pleading, puppy eyes, “Five more minutes, please?”

“Agh, fiiiine, I needed time to get your breakfast ready anyways.”

Petey bonked his forehead on Azali’s soft tummy before he stepped out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. There, he had set up a veritable breakfast buffet just for Azali: various stacks of pancakes, waffles, bacon, eggs, and bowls of cereal awaited only one bug. He didn’t want to admit to them that he had woken up at 5am and started working on this just for a birthday breakfast, but it was supposed to be a special day. Well, good time as any to get them some appetizers!

Petey grabbed a breakfast tray and started to set up an appetizer to bring over to Azali in bed since he was 100% sure they fell asleep in bed again. A few pieces of toast here, a bunch of bagels there, and boom! An entire continental breakfast in bed! He admired his handiwork at just how much food he managed to make in a short amount of time, especially all those pancakes, considering he’d never cooked at this scale before. An entire day’s worth of groceries spent servicing his little lovebug… Totally worth it, though. He grabbed a pancake like it was a piece of toast and took a bite out of it - after all, he’d been working tirelessly on this little gift of theirs, not to mention the party they’d have later once they got back from a shopping spree.

Mmm… were pancakes always this delicious? Petey wondered if he was *that* good of a cook or if he was just hungry.

Either way, he ate another pancake, then grabbed two bagels, an egg, and some bacon to create a bagel breakfast sandwich. An apple here, the plate of toast there… One by one, he plucked them off of the tray and threw it into his maw. He was barely given any time to even chew his food before his brain had demanded him to pick up another piece of the meal, forcing him to swallow them whole at times. By the time Petey had snapped out of it, what was supposed to be Azali’s breakfast tray was entirely devoid of food. No crumb nor drop of orange juice or milk remained, done by how Petey had literally licked each plate and cup clean. He looked at the spotless tray and felt a tinge of regret building in stomach.

“Aw, man, I’m-”

Petey was interrupted by a growling in his stomach. Something clicked inside of his head as he looked at the pile of food just waiting to be eaten. All that food would go bad soon if it didn’t get eaten right now… Besides, Petey earned a little reward for doing something nice, right? Maybe just a little more food… He picked up a waffle and poured syrup on it before swallowing it in one bite, moving onto the pile of different eggs: boiled, scrambled, sunny side up; he simply poured it all into his mouth with reckless abandon or just ate the entire dish, plate and all. He just couldn’t stop eating or drinking whatever was in front of him, but he didn’t care.

Petey’s last thoughts echoed in his head as he uncontrollably drooled over the sight of how much food there was left on the table.

“Starving…”

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“Petey? Sorry, I overslept a bit, are you okay?” Azali rubbed their eyes as they stepped into the kitchen.

Rather than seeing the source of the sweet fragrance of food they smelled half an hour earlier, they saw Petey beached on the floor of the kitchen, belly bloated out wider and taller than the table he was next to. They could barely make out whatever he was moaning underneath all that churning and gurgling his massive gut was doing, but the moment they stepped into view, Petey’s face immediately turned red and flustered. He tried to hide it underneath his hands, but quickly relented after an embarrassing second of thinking it’d work.

“Uh… Azali! Hi! Haha!” Petey awkwardly laughed, “So, uh about that breakfast…”

“No worries about that, Petey,” Azali said.

Petey sat up in surprise, causing his belly to wobble, “Oh! Uh, really?”

“Yep! I’ve got my breakfast right here!” The mantis patted Petey’s sloshing belly, and gave him a devious grin.

“Eh?”

Azali draped their maw over Petey’s face and immediately began to swallow up the whale-sized fishboy. In a single gulp, they had already managed to get his head into their throat with the element of surprise. Despite how heavy Petey was, Azali was practically a starved beast at this point - eating such a delicious fish breakfast like their boyfriend was something they had been looking forward for a long while, and what better time than their own birthday (and Vore Day, of course).

“W-wait! Azali! I’ve got more-!” Petey’s pleading was interrupted as Azali lifted up their head and Petey up into the air to let gravity assist with their consumption.

What? Isn’t it *my* day, as you said before? Azali would have said that, but currently, their mouth was preoccupied with swallowing down their fishboyfriend’s ever-widening middle.

Luckily, all that food he had eaten was already chyme and slush, making it easy to slip their lips around that sloshing, gelatinous belly. Even though it’d only been a short time, Petey had already began to metabolize all of that mush, turning his thighs and hips into an equally soft and plush mound of fish fat. To Azali, it had made their decision of breakfast all the more appealing; watching that delicious fish cake bounce around as they roughly gulped ever close to it was making them even hungrier for more. More and more and more fish…

Petey yelled out from Azali’s stomach, “Aw, c’mon, Azali! I’m sorry! There’s still stuff I wanna do today!”

Azali entered a trance of gulping and swallowing, feeling their belly swell out as more of Petey (and there was a lot of him) made their way inside. Not even past his belly yet, and Azali’s own gurgling stomach was already swinging close to the floor, sagging underneath all that weight it was carrying around. A cacophony of groans and and growls had made it seem like the mantis had been starved of food for days, not mere hours, but they were eating Petey with the same kind of fervor and speed.

Gulp after gulp, Azali finally reached the prize they had wanted: Petey’s plush fish cake. Seeing that thing teasingly wobble above them was reason enough to quickly swallow their food down, just to get a feel and taste of those cheeks. Their claws began to wander around their well-deserved prize; they bounced it around, gave it a few playful slaps, and felt their claws sink deep into that soft mound of flesh until their stomach growled again in protest of the teasing. For now, Petey wasn’t a toy, but a meal. They regretfully swallowed up Petey’s plump posterior, feeling its softness slip past their lips and into their mouth. With the last valuable inch of his butt gone, all that was left was to eat up that deliciously thick and wagging tail. Just like a spaghetti noodle, Azali slurped it up in one continuous motion, complete with an exaggerated *shHRluRUp* as they traveled along its length and a pop with their lips as Petey’s tailfins slid down their throat. At long last, the whale-sized fishboy was contained safely within their stretchy belly, and Azali proudly patted the bulge Petey’s head made, letting out a cute little *bRWrURP* as he settled inside of them.

Azali patted their mouth with a handkerchief, “Petey, don’t you know it’s rude to take someone’s gift on their birthday?”

“The breakfast wasn’t my gift. That was supposed to be a nice gesture before I accidentally ate it all,” Petey said.

“Oh. …What is it, then?”

“The $500 gift card for clothes I put into a little envelope thingy for you. It’s got a little recording and all that.”

Azali looked around for a bit before they found the birthday card on Petey’s coffee table. On it was a rainbow-colored font with sprinkles and frosting on it like it was made of cake that said “HAPPY BIRTHDAY ! ! !”. Inside, just like Petey said, was a $500 gift card for all the clothes Azali wanted to buy at any sort of local fashion stores here.

“This almost makes up for the loss of my breakfast,” Azali said, admiring the shiny silver-y card.

Petey let out a sigh of relief, “Great! Can you let me out now?”

“Hmm…” Azali hummed, “Nah! What you’re gonna do now is help me get into my new clothes! But fiiiiirst…” They grabbed one of the leftover muffins they had brought over from their own home yesterday, helpfully labeled ‘assfattening muffins’. With one bite of the muffin, their ass immediately *bwoomphed* out to as wide as they were tall, knocking over Petey’s dining table to the floor, plates and all.

“Azali? What was that?”

“Uhhh. I have no idea,” Azali awkwardly coughed as they adjusted to their new size.

With a new wobble in their step - both front and back - Azali stepped over the mess of plates and cups, before they picked up their scooter helmet and keys. After all, it’d be unwise to go walking around with that much junk in the trunk or after eating so much delicious sushi. Their first obstacle in the way of their shopping, though, made itself evident in the form of Petey’s front door. Though it had repeatedly been fixed, modified, and replaced with Petey’s own belly shenanigans, this would be the first it would be subjected to Azali’s brand of destruction. Since they were twice as wide as the door’s width, the only reasonable course of action was to, obviously, repeatedly slam their hips into the frame until it broke apart and let them through. Swinging their massive curves around into the doorframe until Azali had busted through the wall had caused such a commotion in the dorms that some people had come outside of their rooms, thinking an earthquake was happening; seeing the massive bug and their belly walk out of the ever-infamous fishboy’s room, though, made everyone immediately go back inside.

“Did you just break through my door!?” Petey yelled out in surprise.

“No,” Azali lied.

“Azali!”

Petey’s grumblings and complaints followed Azali all the way to their tiny little moped parked on the street. they squeezed their squirming belly over the handles of the bike and scooted their soft butt onto the unfortunate seat, encasing it entirely in blubbery bug fat until it nearly reached the pedals of the moped. In spite of the gurgling gut that entirely encompassed their view - Petey’s struggling and kicking underneath their blubber was not helping - Azali managed to drive off on their motorbike without any trouble.

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“Surprise!!!” Opal and Butler jumped out from behind Petey’s couch as Azali stepped back into his dorm room.

Azali let out a little giggle at the sight, “Aw, you guys!”

“You guys! Help!” Petey yelled out from inside Azali’s gut.

The bug couple had set up a tiny surprise birthday party; the wrecked table and lack of door made setting things up awkward, but there were still banners and strings and balloons set up. On Petey’s coffee table was a three-layer ice cream cake, topped off with a cute little frosting of Azali and Petey next to each other. A tiny little snack station had been set up on the kitchen counter, with fries, chips, wings, and some soda bottles - a little sticky note on one said AZALI PLEASE DO NOT DRINK - for the four (currently three) friends to chew on while talking to each other.

“How long has Petey been in there?” Butler gave Azali’s belly a playful poke.

“All day!” Azali proudly slapped their bloated gut, causing Petey to let out a yip of surprise, “I got to try on a whole lot of cute and very expensive clothes because of him!”

“Yeah, and you bought none of them,” Petey butted in, “Because you’ve got a massive rear and you couldn’t fit into any of them without your butt peeking out!”

Opal laughed, “Do you wanna be stuck in there forever, Petey?”

“No, but I’m a little tired of having to kick Azali’s way out of doors that they keep insisting they could fit through…” Petey moaned.

The group laughed (except for Petey) as they all say down around the ice cream cake. Unfortunately, Azali was wider than the couch Petey had, so Opal and Butler had to bring over chairs from the kitchen before they went straight for the cake. The candles were lit up, the room was dim, and Opal and Butler watched as Azali couldn’t help but giddily laugh at the cute cake.

“Butler, get ready!” Opal poked his boyfriend on the shoulder.

“Hap-”

Before either of the two realized it, Azali had swiped the candles off of the cake and grabbed the entire thing whole, swallowing it in one bite. Not one drop of frosting had fallen down on their face, with the only evidence that they had even eaten it at all being the candles thrown around haphazardly on the table.

“Uh… Happy birthday to you, Azali?” Opal and Butler said in unison.

“So*oraRruP*rry guys, but I haven’t eaten all day trying out all those outfits!” Azali licked their lips as they stood over Butler, placing their claws on his shoulders.

“Wait, are you-” Butler couldn’t say anything else as he was lifted up into Azali’s drooling mouth and swallowed in a few, desperately hungry gulps, landing in their belly with an audible *thnk* right next to Petey.

“Aw man, not again!” Opal cried out as he was pounced on by the starving Azali. Just like his boyfriend, he was rapidly slurped down without any moment of mercy, landing alongside his two friends in the massive bug gut.

*hRWHurARaOAUarARp*

“Ah, much better!” Azali rubbed their sloshing stomach in satisfaction before the smell of fried food caught their nose, “Oh, right! Wouldn’t want all that food to go to waste!”

The hungry mantis wobbled over to Petey’s kitchen and began to stuff themself with the snacks Butler and Opal had laid out. The tray of fries were swallowed in steady gulps, the chicken meat on the wings had been slurped off without any effort, and chips were swallowed by the bagful. Even the food that Butler and Opal stored for Petey in anticipation for more food later was not spared - the unmistakable fragrance of pizza and burgers and noodles hidden away in the fridge. Azali practically tore the fridge door open, pulling out all of the fast food they ordered and gulping it down without a care in the world. It was their birthday, after all! Empty boxes and bags began to overwhelm the floor as Azali slowed down on their binge, giving their overworked stomach a tiny break.

*bWUuAUarARuehHwLCh*

“Whew! That was a good dinner! Thanks for that, guys!” Azali said to their stomach.

It was then that they realized that their gut was no longer 6 feet wide - it was at least as big as four king-sized beds stacked together, and definitely heavier than that. Who-knows-how-many tons of food were buried underneath that bug fat, along with their three friends. Azali tried to stand up and drag their floor-spilling gut around, but it was useless. Already, they could feel that belly work on all of the food they had just eaten, turning it into mush and chyme, padding out their belly and butt that ever so slowly softened up. There was only one thing they could do to speed up the process.

“Welp, see you later when you three come back!”

Azali grabbed the liters of soda on the counter, and opened all of them at once. For maximum effect, they’d have to down all of them in rapid succession - if just a tiny cup of soda caused Azali to belch for seconds, they could only imagine the effect entire bottles would have on their body. Mentally preparing themself, they took a swig of the cola bottle and gulped the syrupy liquid down like it was water. Instantly, they felt the drink connect with their stomach and do its magic, but they had to hold out for as long as they could. A rush of air came up their throat, but they just barely managed to swallow it back down in time for the second bottle. Their stomach bubbled and grumbled, bloating out with sugary gas - the bug was rapidly inflating on the carbonation.

Just one more, Azali thought, that must be enough!

With closed lips, Azali wrapped their mouth around the neck of the bottle and lifted the massive bottle up, downing it in a matter of seconds. That was the last straw - the insides of the mantis’s belly were a mess at this point; so much gas had built up at the top of their stomach that it was threatening to come up at any moment, an there was so much chyme and slop at the bottom that their poor guts couldn’t keep up with the sheer amount being pumped through. Azali had realized that maybe this was a little too much. Maybe if they kept their mouth shut for as long as they could, it’d build down and-

*hic!*

Uh-oh.

*BBWARUAuOohLHLLerRERcHROOOARUArHHaaRAUARoHHwUUuuURraHHAaarAURP-HWArarUURarOROARP*

“Oh stars-!”

*OoAruAURoARAWHhAURUuRUOaUUHRP*

*BBAwarEWReUrAruOOuRuaRWLCH*

*HWaUUROOARuaROUOUArWERuRAUOOaARUWEERuOEuUURRP*

The barrage of belches had gone on for entire minutes, shaking the entire building with each deafening burp. If Azali hadn’t been in a mindless trance of burping and groaning and rubbing their stomach, they would have notice the pink cloud around the room slowly growing thicker and heavier with each belch, and also the fact that their stomach had deflated to the point where it only smothered their feet. Their plan had worked; the soda had driven their belly into overdrive as a reaction to being drank - they would have applauded themself if they had enough energy to do so.

“Ugh…”

Azali moaned as they waddled into Petey’s bedroom, gut dragging along the floor with an audible gurgle as it clenched with every burp that was coming up. They plopped into bed and threw Petey’s blanket over themself; it barely covered it, but it was enough to convince the burp-drunk Azali that they were comfortable. They patted their belly in satisfaction of the dinner, cozying up on their boyfriend’s pillow.

“Good night, Opal.”

Azali belched up Opal’s round glasses onto the bed, cracked and covered in digestive juices.

“Good night, Butler.”

Butler’s tiny crown followed suit, in a similar state of damage.

“Ah… good night, Petey.”

Azali let out one last belch as Petey’s skull flew out of their maw, landing on the opposite side of the bed. They gave it a drunk smile as they fell asleep, glad to have such a fun birthday party.

Hopefully, next year would be as fun as this.

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