As a meat shop worker, you felt you'd belonged in hell. I mean, you work with dead bodies, and you did commit that murder that one time..but that was besides the point. Today, you were working with little meat, since a lot of it sat out too long. You got a customer once in a while, but not too little for it to be numb silence. But, one particular demon was heading into your shop. And after he comes in, your life would never be the same.
The door creaked open, and you welcomed the new customer. "Why hello, chap! Say, you have any specific meats? I'm personally craving some...rabbit meat." He said. "I'll go check, sir." You respond. You realize who you were talking to. While looking for bunny meat, you remembered what he looked like. Red suit, red hair, deer horns, bowtie, radio...distortion...oh no. Yep. You just spoke to the radio demon, one of the most powerful overlords in hell. You took a sharp sigh, realizing you may possibly die again today. You continued to search and found no meat. You head back to the counter. "Sorry sir, there's no bunny meat today." "Well, isn't that quite...disappointing." "You can always come back in a few weeks and-" "Hmmm..." "and see if we..h-have any." "Look, I'm not the type to be impatient, but, when I'm hungry, I become the most impatient person you'd ever meet." "Sir, just come back tomorrow or something. I'm working with a small amount right now. Just please, come back late-" "Oh~ you'd think I'd come back tomorrow, well then, you m̷̲͂ư̶̤͕̓̈͗̕s̸̠̦̪̘͐̈̇t̴̮͚̰̾̋̒ͅͅ ̸̛̰́b̵̪͋̽̉͗̕ȩ̷͔̗̲̉̌̏̾ ̸̝͚̻͖̗̿͗͠ṯ̸̮̝̣̎ĥ̷̡̳͕̀́e̴̢̎̓͝ ̶̲̤͊̽͌M̵̨͎͈̦̼̑̽̐̈́Ǫ̶͖̘̅͝S̵̞͍̯̏̚T̶̤̾̅́͌ ̶̝̽̔͑̒̕B̶͔̞̺̪͛͋͌̀Ŕ̶̥̾͝A̶̺̐̄I̶̢̠͗̈́̂̌N̷͙̠̝̄̊ ̷̧̡̬͑͜D̶̩̀̈́̇̒̚ͅE̶͉͕͆͜Ä̵̛̻̺́̇̿͠D̸̡̯̪͖͖̾̚ ̷̻̼͎̟̇̋̒Ḓ̵̛̞̞́̊͌Ẽ̵̞̎̈́͝M̴͍̻͕̞͓̈́̋̈̇̊Ȍ̸̩̭̅̽Ñ̷͔̞̩̦̳̇͆ ̸̨̛̈́͂͑̊Í̸̝̠̋͗̆N̵̜̤̟̆̇͒̇͊ ̷̺̀̅Ǎ̸̧̤̫̣̟̆̆L̴̰̆L̶̺̋̇̈́̄͜ ̸̢̼̯́͌͒͒̅ͅT̵̮̋͘H̸͖̟̾͂͂͠E̴͍̦͙̽̿͌̕ ̵̧͓̦͖́͐͘C̵̢͍̗͇͛̀̽́͗Î̷͖͂̿R̶̼̾̈́̅C̵̼̜̺̾̔̋L̴̢̈́̑̎̋̃E̶̢̜̲͚̒̎̔͆S̶̬͚͉͓͔̓̓ ̶̹͍̕Ȏ̴̙̫̯͠F̷̞͙̱̦̝̿̃ ̷̺̲̥͠Ḥ̶͕̞̇̃̈̈́͋ͅḘ̶͉̺̱͊ͅL̶̺̗̬͉͖͛L̴̩͠!̷̨͚̀̓̃ ̴͓̼̈́̿̃͐̆ . And just for that...ỹ̴͎͜o̴̗͓͂̈́u̵̪̼̅'̴͕̉̈́l̸͖̐l̴̙̀ ̶̪͆b̴͈͔̌ẽ̶̮̭ ̵̝̓̾m̴̼͋͘ÿ̴̙̻́̆ ̸̉͗͜m̵͇̂̋e̸̤̜͗͊a̴̠͗̕ļ̷͈͗͂ ̷̳͎͘t̵̤̍͛ȏ̸̳͖̄n̷̥̏ï̴͖̦g̸̞̈́h̵͖͕̐̅ṯ̶̑́. "
His smile became open, and you looked inside your doom. His tongue was already demanding food, since it was already wet with saliva. He shoved you forcefully into his mouth, tongue already rubbing you with his spit. He wasted no time to gulping you down, because you were already in his tight and slimy esophagus. "Let me out you creep! I'll call my boss if I have to!" You yelled out, but he just ignored your threat. You entered his stomach, it gurgling heavily since its craving has been quenched. He patted his bulged belly, and walked out of the store. This was it. You'd been eaten by one of hell's overlords. This was the end for you. "It's about time I'd get what I wanted." The radio demon said. Digestion didn't take long. You were a mere piece of fat now. Alastor had returned back to the hotel, patting his gut with satisfaction. "How was the day, Al?" Niffty asked. "Oh, it was-bUUURP! Just fine, my dear!" He said. He'd belched out your bones (or what remained of them) "I did have to eat somebody who wasn't that good to me, but, that was the only negative."
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vore povs because why not
Fanfictionyeah its just vore. contains digestion, burping, and semi-detailed stories about you getting swallowed whole by whatever character I want to do.
