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wally darling vore POV

Wandering in and about this new neighborhood was so mesmerizing. The bombastic and brood entourage of colors dazzled your eyeballs while walking through the cul-de-sac-like neighborhood. The thing that caught your attention, however, was the central house with what looked like moving and functioning eyeballs. They quivered a tad, giving you even more cautious curiosity. You drew closer to this odd home before getting close enough to gently knock on the door.

"Ah! Hello there, neighbor!" A new fellow appeared and spoke once he got to open the door and see you. He was quite the gentleman, dressed in a similar vibrant color palette to this new neighborhood. His hair was a swirly spiraled pompadour done so neatly you seemed to wonder if he was some sort of doll. You were a tad distracted by his appearance, but you still held a conversation with him. You learned that he was Wally Darling, the neighborhood painter. While conversing with Wally, you walked casually into his Home (Home was, in a sense, alive, you learned). The interior of his cottage was still vibrant and comfy; same old, same old.

You pretended to seem interested, as you've seen the same things over and over in this town and in his house: the same vibrant but stale color array and the repetitive style of comfy and cozy buildings and people. This was getting a bit boring, you thought. You slumped through the tour of Home, becoming more and more disinterested the more time you spent meandering around in this goofy puppet fellow's living house. Thankfully (for you at least), the tour ended in the living room; in there sat a comfy enough chair for you to sink into.

You squished into the chair, it feeling so delightful, warm, and soft, almost as if you could sleep in it. Wally, who had asked you if you had anything else you wanted to say, stared at you once he noticed you slumped in his chair. "Neighbor? What are you doing in my chair?" Wally asked you.

You didn't respond. You felt too tired and bored to respond. Wally widened his eyes, his black interior eyes growing to encompass nearly his entire eyeball. You stared up again, confused. You struck a confused "huh?" when you gazed at Wally Darling. His gaze was fixated onto you and you only. It felt uncomfortable, as his stare lasted over two minutes. Then, as if you were magically teleported by a wizard, you ended up somewhere... new again.

It was a nice change, at least. Too nice for your liking. This felt slimy and sauna-like. You were surrounded by a stinging cotton-looking substance, with small strands of what looked like yarn formed diagonal lines around you. Your environment churned and squished around you as if you were on some kind of fleshy boat. Then, it clicked.

Wally... had eaten you.

You were suddenly sent into a confused panic, and your only reaction was to punch and kick at your new fleshy pocket of mystery and confusion. This caused it to blorp and groan, with what felt like hands compressing you from the outside. Wally's hands were compressing you. You fought harder as you failed to notice that cotton-ish substance crawling and burning you like acid. You screamed as it stung at your skin. It burned and washed away all of you, stripping you of everything but bones. You screamed one last time before your torso was fully engulfed by this stuffing of death.

Your body was left as only a bare skeleton in Wally's stomach afterward. Your body's muscle had been converted as thigh, stomach, and tush stuffing on Wally, giving him quite the hips. A thick and wallopping belch rattled out of Wally, making your bones exit his gut. He quickly got rid of the evidence suggesting that you stepped foot in the Neighborhood, and then Wally promptly got to painting again, his stool creaking slightly as it adjusted to his new thickness.