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“Why did you call me, boss?” Mike asked, that same smile plastered on his face that he always had.
He was tired and wanted to go home.
Tenna was extremely demanding and he reached a breaking point, no matter how hot and manipulative he could be to keep him going, it was all too much.
Tenna just saw him as a little play thing to experiment stupid ideas on. He didn’t feel like an equal partner and he had enough but how could he quit when Tenna was so codependent on him.
He just tried to seem happy to serve him in their game of pretend even though it was probably something crazy again.
Tenna was quiet and seemed almost ashamed or shy, two things that were very unlikely for the big tv.
“Mr Tenna?” Mike tried again.
His boss finally reacted and looked him up and down. “Mike! Glad you could make it…”
“Of course! Motormouth Mike at your service.” He did a small bow and already didn’t like where this was going. The crt’s weird behaviour spelled trouble.
Tenna wanted to answer but his stomach growled instead and caused him to blush in response.
“Are you hungry? Can I bring you anything?” He asked in hopes that it wasn’t so bad after all.
“No! I mean… I am hungry but… not for food… not only.” Tenna tiptoed around the subject and it drained his partner’s patience.
Mike tried his best to stay patient. “What do you want then?”
Tenna smiled awkwardly and pulled on his tie. “You…”
Mike felt hot in his costume and swallowed. “Me? Is that a sex thing again?”
“Ah… it can be! But it’s more about trust and closeness and warmth and…” He trailed off before clearing his throat. “It can be sexual but it doesn’t have to be!”
“Okay… what is it you want to do?” Mike asked with a sigh. While he was happy to be Tenna’s partner in bed as well, the things they could do were limited.
Mike argued that he didn’t want to take off his costume around Tenna and he respected that but it also lead to very elaborate ideas on how to be intimate in other ways.
Battat was concerned about the consent question at times. He was fine with it but would Tenna be if he knew the truth? He asked over and over whether he wants to do this with Mike in general or him specifically.
His question got answered when he found out that he didn’t want to do this with Cat Mike or Cowboy Mike, only him.
That made him feel better about it because it meant Tenna was interested that way in him specifically and not necessarily the real Mike only. Apparently the real Mike wasn’t interested in any of those things either.
Battat figured that as long as it makes Tenna happy, it would be morally acceptable even if he still felt bad and guilty sometimes.
Tenna took so long to answer that his thoughts drifted off again. “I want to eat you.” He told him and immediately shrunk a bit in shame.
Mike stared at him confused and scared. “What?” Battat tried not to panic. (Did he find out? And why eat me as punishment?)
“It’s not what you think!” The crt waved around with his hands while he tried to explain. “I found out about this thing people do when I was using Queen’s computer for help. To find out new ideas for shows… but when I looked up some cartoons and other stuff, I ended up on some art site where people talked about how eating someone can be an act of love and protection… you don’t want to take off the costume but we could be close anyway if you were inside of me.”
It sounded crazy but a weird part of Battat’s mind was intrigued and thought that the idea sounded hot. He had watched Asgore accidentally swallow a die during one game, that Pippins disappeared and never returned.
Their light world counterpart probably got digested but he didn’t know what happened to them. They were just gone the next day after feeling sick.
But what would happen if Tenna ate him in the dark world, would his light world counterpart disappear too?
He shook his head. “Tenna, I don’t want to die.”
“You won’t die! It’s safe, you’ll just stay inside for a bit. I’ll swallow you whole and it will be like a hug. I doubt my body could even digest you.” Tenna reassured him and got on his knees. “Please…”
Mike was a bit weirded out and took a moment to consider.
“I haven’t felt someone close in years… I will never ask for anything again!” He put his hands together. “This is the only way to feel this close without you taking off the costume…”
Mike sighed and gave in. “Fine… but no biting.” He ordered and knew this was a mistake.
How could it be safe? Getting eaten sounded like the least safe thing in the world but part of him was intrigued, especially if Tenna coughed him up.
“Oh! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” Tenna cheered. “I’ll do my best to make it pleasant… tell me if you want me to stop.” He picked him up like a hamburger and grinned. “Ahhh…” Tenna opened his mouth wide.
Mike was a bit overwhelmed by how quickly things were happening and froze when he looked down the big darkner’s gullet. It was wet and warm, the tongue was probably slimy but it was hard to tell with the costume in the way.
Tenna licked his face and opened wider to push Mike inside. The taste was disappointing but it was to be expected with the suit in the way. Not that a darkner was supposed to taste good. That would be a weird expectation.
He pushed against Mike’s ass and felt sly when he wrapped his tongue around him between his legs to press the tip against the padding.
Battat rolled his eyes in costume but barely felt anything besides everything becoming tighter, hotter and damp.
He could hardly see what was happening but he could barely make out the back of Tenna’s throat and he began to wonder why he agreed. A sudden prey instinct overcame him but instead of struggling, he just froze completely as his head got dragged inside of it.
He could hear the swallow and felt something tug on his mask, almost taking it off if it didn’t get pressed so tightly by the throat muscles.
His breathing became flat and fast and all he could hear were the swallows and his own rapid heartbeat.
Things became tighter fast.
When his body fully entered Tenna’s throat, he groaned from the pressure. It would probably be less tight out of costume but now he got double squeezed.
Tenna looked at his mirror because it hurt slightly to swallow something whole like this.
The feet were sticking out of his throat and hanging around in his mouth while his throat had a large lump in it.
He couldn’t help his own curiosity and poked it, only for Mike to struggle slightly and start slipping deeper.
Tenna watched while he swallowed, the lump moved from his throat to his chest before it stoped. All of Mike was inside of him, somewhere between his chest and throat. He remained just in front of his stomach, it felt hard to breathe and uncomfortable but he also felt almost proud to manage getting him down.
He swallowed strained and unlike the slow process of before, the weight dropped heavily into his belly and upset his stomach.
The impact was sudden and he felt the moment Mike’s body pressed into his organ and filled it out. He felt fuller than ever before but also incredibly nauseous. His tummy gurgled when the liquid inside got splashed around before a loud and drawn out belch escaped him. It was followed by a smaller burp that he stifled with his fist. “I’m sorry…” He apologised embarrassed when another quiet air bubble escaped his throat.
He dropped into his couch and only received more sloshes, gurgles and groans from his gut. Tenna sighed and hiccuped while he patted his belly. “$*!?…” He got censored. “I feel fully, this was harder than expected… are you okay in there?”
He waited for a bit and grew nervous when there wasn’t an answer. “Mike???” He sat up quickly. Tenna only relaxed slightly when he felt him move. “Mike? Please talk to me…”
“I’m fine. Just trying to get comfortable, it’s really tight.” He pressed against the walls and the faint imprint of a hand could be seen when it stretched around it. His round head was also barely visible. It was mostly rounded but misshaped where Mike’s arms and legs filled him out.
Tenna traced his shape. “How does it feel?”
Mike barely managed to get his head on top to avoid being upside down the whole time. “Could be better, I can’t move at all thanks to the costume… You struggled a lot to get me down, sure that you can get me out?”
“Don’t worry! I practiced with watermelons.” He admitted. “You were a bit more shaped and bigger but it should work the same.” He patted his belly and relaxed.
“How long do you plan to keep me?” He asked, feeling wary of the liquid that pooled at the bottom of the stomach.
“An hour… maybe two if you’re okay with it.” He reassured him. “I’ll just take a small nap, wake me up if you want out sooner.” Tenna yawned and smacked his lips. He turned off his screen and listened to his stomach purr while it gave Mike little hugs.
“I’m not sure it’s a good idea if you fall asleep like this.” Battat admitted but didn’t get a reply. “Tenna?”
“Mhm…” Tenna rubbed his belly slowly and absentmindedly. He was clearly happy having Mike in there and had no maliciously thought on his mind.
Battat figured it should be fine. He wouldn’t digest within an hour.
The stomach kneaded against him like Pluey when he made biscuits just that it was all around him.
It was almost cute if it wasn’t so weird.
Mike figured that he should rest as well, so he closed his eyes and listened to the ambiance of Tenna’s insides.
{skip}
Battat woke up to feeling weird.
His body was aching from being cramped in the same position but there was something else. Everything was itching and he really wanted to take off the costume. The fabric felt strange on his body and partially slipped off or developed holes.
It took a bit for Battat to realise that the small puddle was up to his waist now and it was eating away at him.
The pippins swallowed and panicked. (How long have I been in here?) His body felt itchy and sore, his costume was falling apart and and it was so loud and hot now.
The gurgles were mostly groans now and the gentle pushes turned into churning and an attempt to crush him but the costume got in the way.
There was no doubt about it.
Tenna was digesting him.
“Boss!” Battat called out. “It’s getting uncomfortable in here…” He laughed nervously. “I really need to get out…”
The stomach was so loud that he couldn’t hear it at first but when he really tried, he could hear snoring.
Tenna was still asleep, seemingly in a food coma and Mike was the food.
Did he plan this? Had this been a trick?
Battat’s mind was racing.
He might actually die in here.
He pushed and kicked as much as he could but it only made the flesh squelch and pick up the acid production.
More struggle meant more fighting back from the voracious organ and Battat was losing.
After he tired himself out, the liquid was up to his shoulders and burning. It hurt and was so hot. He felt like he was sitting in a boiling pot of soup. The Mike costume had mostly fallen off his skin and sizzled in the acid while it bubbled and groaned loudly around him.
The stomach was his whole world. Everything around him were the noises and the whirlpool he sat in.
He couldn’t think by the point the churning walls softened him up and the liquid rose over his head.
He twitched a few times after losing consciousness before he turned into a large piece of meat inside the belly of the crt.
{skip}
Tenna woke up to nausea and a deep gurgle from his middle. He groaned and turned on his screen to face his ceiling.
He rubbed his gut and grit his teeth at the stomach ache. It let out a loud groan itself to tell him that the meal is giving it trouble.
Tenna sat up and felt a strong urge to vomit, quickly holding his mouth and swallowing down whatever tried to come up his throat. “Urk…” He cupped his tummy. “Mike…” He whined. “Miiike…”
His stomach gurgled miserably to remind him of what he did.
He rubbed over his face with a whimper because it hurt so much, this was the worst case of indigestion of his life.
“Mike… I think you need to come out…” He told him but only received another pained rumble from his guts. “Mike?”
Tenna felt a sudden wave of fear and horror but reminded himself it couldn’t be. He stared at the clock in the room and noticed that he had slept 8 whole hours. It was already morning and Mike was…
His stomach groaned as if to tell him that Mike was ready to leave but not the way he wanted him to.
Tenna didn’t look down out of fear and instead pushed up his shirt to feel his belly. It still felt full but not as big as the night before. He swallowed nervously and pushed in some more, all this did was force up a burp that tasted like bile and blood.
He tensed at that and looked down to see an almost perfectly round sphere that showed none of Mike’s shape.
Tenna stopped breathing and sat up, watching the mass move with gravity and hang like a beer belly. The contents sloshed around before setting in the new position.
It felt firm but malleable to the touch.
He opened his chest to check on his stomach and it was bloated. He felt it carefully without a reaction, too much in shock to really process the reality of the state Mike was in.
He stopped when he made himself nauseous and really didn’t want to throw up and see because while most of it was sloshing as a thick slurry in there, there were chunks of meat and bone as well if he wasn’t mistaken.
Not only that but when he looked at and carefully pressed against his intestines, they were filled to the brim as well and hurt from being unable to funnel more of the stomach contents along.
It seemed that some of his partner had already reached his fuel tank.
He started to hyperventilate and stopped, quickly closing his chest and licking his lips nervously. (What now?) He was still in shock. “I killed him…” He laughed and choked up sobs. “I killed him… I… oh god…”