Abnormal Recycling [Object Vore]
"I mean, I'm not really into that, myself... the whole inflation thing."
"Heh - I guess we all have our weird kinks, right?"
"Oh, yeah, totally - I just mean, it's not something I'm personally into. I'm more into, you know, uh... well, you know," Sky says, scratching the back of his neck as he looks away; a dim blush upon the rabbit's features, partially the result of the alcohol. He slumps back on Swooce's couch, his neck and upper back uncomfortably leaning against the floral padding.
"This conversation is dangerous," Sky chuckles, his paw fumbling for the can of Mike's Hard Lemonade, sitting himself up to gulp a few mouthfuls down. "You know what happened last time."
"Yeah, a little," the wolf grins, gulping down what could have been a fifth Budweiser. "Yeah, well, we didn't go too far into the discussion, right? Next thing I remember is you ended up inside my - *urp* - gut, and I was like... ah shit."
The wolf laughs, giving Sky a playful, albeit gentle nudge with his fist. He finishes the can and cracks another open, pouring the entirety in his maw before sloshing it around his cheeks, gulping it down in a thick lump that pleasantly hit his stomach with a thick thud. He undoes his belt, his thick, hirsute stomach poking some fur out beneath his blue shirt as it is given room to breath, and he lets out a light burp.
Sky looks away, crossing his legs as he ignores the heat building up around his cheeks.
"You're a show off."
"No, I'm a wolf," the wolf responds, ironically slapping his knee and faking a chuckle. "Eh, all part of the role, I guess? I love a crowd."
Swooce is about to open another can, but stops when he observes his silly behavior. He sighs,
"Sorry, Sky, just foolin' around; I'll tone it down," he smiles, giving the rabbit a pat on the shoulder. He hefts himself up, rubbing his rotund stomach as he walks to his trailer's kitchen, placing the unopened can atop the counter. His large, fluffy gray tail bumps into the counter behind him as he bends down and fishes out for some snacks from the opposite one.
"Alright, I assume you'll be over a while, so what food ya want? I got some chips, some Oreos... more chips. Man, I love chips..."
As the wolf lists the items, Sky stares at the can of beer, still glistening with droplets of water. He debates bringing it up, but can't resist the potential for someone to be able to fulfil his desire.
"H-hey, Swooce?"
The wolf attempts to look round, but knocks his muzzle against the counter, a pitiful, muffled 'ow' heard quickly after.
"... Yeah, what's up?"
"I-The beer can, do you think that with your abilities you could, you know..." he trails off, stuttering his words in apprehension.
From what the wolf had told Sky, his stomach could hold a lot. Creatures, large volumes of things. Maybe the occasional rabbit that happens to be down for a visit. He'd explained the mishap with the snake swallowing, and how much it had pushed his stomach to the limit with the sheer weight as they curled up within. Surely, then, would such a concept like swallowing a can be unrealistic? His inhibitions were a tad lessened with the alcohol, so what the heck, right? The wolf saw the rabbit's eyes dart back and forth from the can to him.
"Could I what?"
"... Could you swallow a can, Swooce?"
The rabbit blushes, realizing what he had blurted out. The wolf's ears perk up in response, and he turns to face the beer can.
"I can," he laughs, slapping his knee with exaggerated fake-cackling. "... I mean, I assume I can. I managed to get those snake-swords through alright. Was an experience in the bathroom after, though."
The rabbit grimaces at the thought.
"Heh, I'm sorry," the rabbit replies, awkwardly shifting in his seat. "I was just being silly, ya don't have to -"
The rabbit pauses as he watches Swooce throw the can into his maw, tilt back his head and gulp the thick, cylindrical lump down; the sound of it hitting the liquid of his stomach mildly audible. The wolf belches lightly, pressing his paws against his stomach to see if he could feel the can; lifting up his shirt, sucking in his gut and then laughing as he saw the faint outline it made.
"Yo - that's weird as hell, but kinda cool!" the wolf says, wiggling his hips to shift the can around, looking up to see the rabbit's reaction; one of a awe and arousal as they sat there, wide-eyed, a thick rosette cast on their features. "Oh. Uh, I can see why you wanted me to try that, now."
The rabbit nods, their gaze fixated on the wolf's stomach, which had now been released to make it rotund once more.
"I can understand the appeal, actually," the wolf says, rubbing his shirt-coated stomach. "It's like having someone really small inside... also dead, maybe. That's less of a pleasant analogy."
Sky was still a little too embarrassed to respond, and meekly nodded again. The wolf coughs, rubbing the back of his neck and smiling in a hope to relieve the tension - he wasn't good at that.
"Ya wanna help me find some more stuff to eat? Man, there's so much in here, but also so much that I need..." he trails off, getting up to look about the trailer, and soon spotting the 2-litre Coke bottle. "Ah-ha! Perfect. What do ya think, Sky? Wanna help me with this?"
"... s-sure," he responds, approaching the wolf a little tiddly and grabbing the bottle, the wolf soon opening his large muzzle, his tongue shifting in his jaw. He lifts it up, the black liquid sloshing as it is rotated cap-side down for a smoother descent, and shoves it into the wolf's gullet. He responds by gulping, the bottle already halfway down, rising up before it is swallowed down a bit more as his pharynx helps it go down. The rabbit helps push it down gently, mesmerized by the lump that built in the wolf's throat, rubbing over it, almost feeling dizzy in his disbelief of the situation. Soon, the wolf closes his jaws, Sky moving his paws away as the wolf tilts back his head and swallows hard; the thick shape slowly travelling down his neck, bulging out his chest slightly before it can be heard colliding with the can inside. The bulge was certainly more visible this time; almost like a little tent poking from the middle of his stomach. The rabbit could not resist feeling over this, the wolf lifting up his shirt to let him get a better feel of his stomach.
"Holy fuck..." Sky says, chuckling softly, still idly rubbing the bump. "That's one hell of a party trick, Swooce. Was that hard to do?"
"... Honestly, not really. It felt weird though," he says, rubbing the top of his stomach.
He lifts his shirt off, strewing it over the couch, itching his fuzzy chest as he looks about the room for more to eat. The rabbit helps look too, his vision still a little blurry as he explores the trailer. He finds a soccer ball in the closet, rubbing the dust off one of the coated hemispheres. He shows it to Swooce.
"Too valuable?"
"Naw," the wolf replies, taking the ball and bouncing it in a large paw. "I never get the chance to play soccer anymore. 'Sides, I got that free from the carnival, last year - work bonus, ya know."
He opens his maw again, shoving the sphere into his jaws. Firmly pushing against it, he uses both paws to wedge it down, the white ball rotating slightly as it slowly disappears; the round bulge ever growing in the wolf's throat. After a few more shoves it is the oesophagus' turn to do the work, the muscles working hard to send the lump down. It is surprisingly challenging to swallow; perhaps it is the lack of weight it has, or the shape, but it seems adamant to decline slowly. The rabbit could see the struggle, and helps 'roll' the ball down by pulling the bulge down gently. It seems to build up enough lubrication, for it soon starts to shift quicker and eventually is heard bouncing against the other items within; the ball leaving a nice spherical mound off-centre of his hirsute belly.
"Urf-" Swooce exclaims, belching as he resumes his normal breathing after his airway's restriction. "Thanks, man."
The wolf's gut retains its roundness, yet is offset with its array of odd lumps of different shapes that bulge out his middle; his navel and happy trail slightly slanted as the ball sat above it. He rubs his paw over it, the ball shifting under his fur slightly. He lets out a belch, and returns his gaze to the rabbit.
"Wanna feel?"
Sky nods bashfully, approaching slowly, gently rubbing the spherical bulge at first before he brings both paws to the stomach and kneads about it. He huffs as he hears the objects within shift around, growing red in the face the more he feels his friend's belly. He lowers himself against it, letting the side of his head rest on the pudge, gently rubbing its wide circumference in a hug; listening to the groans and sloshing coming from within. The rabbit looks up at the wolf's neck, then to Swooce, who watches him contently with a wide smile on his muzzle.
"You OK, Sky?"
"Mhmm. Just... thinking."
They remain like this briefly, the wolf leaning down to give the bunny's nose a friendly lick, which they sniffle at. Sky gives the belly a circular rub before climbing back up, quite eager to find other things he could feed his friend, but most things appeared to be quite valuable or often used. The wolf's eyes widen as he smirks, suddenly eyeing the door the open door that led to his bedroom.
"Television!"
The rabbit looks at him confused, following his stare.
"Television?"
"Yeah! I got one of those old box ones in my room - I was gonna sell it, but the fuse blew and some of the parts needed fixing, so I just gave up. How about I try getting that down?"
Sky's heart pounds at the thought. Surely, it was Swooce's alcohol-induced state talking, for such a concept seems impossible. He had big jaws, but how on earth would he fit something in his mouth, let alone swallow it down?
"Come on, man, I think we'd best give it a rest tonight; you've had a lot... I-I mean, you don't think that sounds a little extreme?" the rabbit asks, quite fascinated by the concept, but far more valuing the health of his friend.
"Oh, it does, but why not give it a go, right? Worst case scenario, I still got some of the dissolving powder Kira gave me."
Sky sighs, looking at the wolf with concern, but is won over by his cheesy grin.
"Fine, okay - but at least let me hold onto the powder. I wanna make sure you get it, just in case something happens."
"Thatta boy!" the wolf replies, with a smirk.
Swooce climbs up, the bottle of coke audibly sloshing within his stomach as his large form thumps across to his bedroom, soon returning with the rather large box. He sits down once more, plonking the vintage television on his lap, letting the cable drop to the floor. Sky's heart pounds hard inside his chest, feeling his face grow hot as he begins to ponder if the wolf could truly fit that thing inside him. Even the ball was a literal stretch: they really had to help that thing go down, but perhaps the sheer weight of the TV would benefit its descent.
"Oh, the powder; it's in the counter I got the snacks from - the counter behind the partition."
Sky, a little less tiddly now, manages to get to the kitchen without checking his surroundings, and fishes through the storage, eventually finding the glass vial at the very back; hidden behind a box of Oreos. Consciously making sure he doesn't hit his head, he looks at the vial as he stands up, the grey powder tinkling as its particles dance about.
"Careful you don't get it on your skin, it'll dissolve."
The rabbit's ears shoot up, eyeing the vial with concern.
"Haha, just kidding - it doesn't work on flesh," the wolf says, sticking out his tongue. The rabbit responds with a scowl, giving the wolf's gut a jab. "Oof! Heh, sorry."
They both gaze at the television briefly, then share a glance. The wolf seems nervous; Sky could tell by the way his ears were flicking back and forth slightly. He approaches the wolf, giving him a firm hug and a soft nuzzle on his cheek. Swooce responds with a little smile, and he sighs as he hefts the television up in his big paws, his paws a little shaky with apprehension. His size contributes some strength, so the television was lifted up with some ease as it rises to the level of his maw. He opens his large jaws, forcing it to unhinge as he brings it closer, his tongue sliding against it as it was guided forward, the box wedging against his very loose jaws. He slightly tilts his head back, turning his head to each side to slowly bring his lips around the glass screen, and then spreading towards the remaining thick width.
Sky just watches, fixated. It was only the beginning, but his friend was actually making progress. He felt kind of awkward just standing there, so he helps hold up the television, it weighing a hell of a lot. Swooce grunts as he feels his lips and cheeks being stretched beyond their limit, but after a few pushes his entire mouth was around the TV. He stops briefly, catching his breath, beads of sweat beginning to form on his forehead, both a result of anticipation and pleasure. He presses on, his maw beginning to snake around the box, moving his head side to side to help slide it in, now starting to push it inside towards the back of his throat as the rabbit helps move it forward. He gulps as his saliva builds, providing at least some lubrication as the cube is forced inside. Eventually, he was halfway past its length; the wolf's cheeks and maw almost comedic in its cube outlines.
Sky pushes firmly, feeling it inch inside, slowly but surely. As it was finally engulfed in his muzzle, the huge, solid shape begins its descent, the black cable limping loosely from the side of his lips slowly worming its way in also. With the sheer weight of the object, the wolf had to support it with his paws; the rabbit giving him a hand. That lump in his lower jaw and cheeks was gradually slipping down his oesophagus as Swooce tilts his head back, still supporting its weight with his paws to guide it down; the huge cube's sloping top and bottom shifting as the fluffy, grey bulge crawls down with each hard gulp.
It was like something from a cartoon, but it was happening, much to both their surprise. The rabbit approaches the lump, caressing it gently; making sure he didn't cause any more strain to the wolf by doing so. He is fixated by the lump, rubbing round it edges, mesmerised that anyone could even perform such an act. The TV soon arrives at his chest, the thick muscles growing outward as it passes through his throat. Swooce swallows hard as his 'meal' descends slower, coming to the pivotal stomach opening. Not desiring to live with a huge cube in his chest, he carefully gets up and begins to raise his body on his toes, lowering himself quickly to force the object lower. It inches down slowly, the square mound shifting under his hirsute chest and upper belly, Sky coming to his aid to shove the object down. The wolf groans, swallowing hard, but soon the box finally slips inside his humungous stomach, crashing into the other objects within with a loud crunch; his belly bouncing down as it lands. He notices the cable still snaking out of his maw, slurping its remaining length inside and quickly gulping it down; absolutely nothing in comparison to the television he'd just swallowed.
Swooce gasps, breathing heavily, panting as he gets his breath back. He chuckles, feeling over the humungous cube bulge in his gut, stroking its sides and the small lumps its buttons and knobs create as he sits there with a look of disbelief.
"H-holy fuck, man," he laughs, lying back in his chair, panting lightly. "Ya gotta feel this, Sky."
The rabbit was way ahead of him, caressing the wolf's odd belly, his paws feeling around for the different bumps that stuck out. He didn't know what to say, so said nothing, merely nestling his muzzle against the firm stomach and idly rubbing its sides.
"Sky..."
The rabbit looks up in response at his friend. He'd made quite the progression from the beer can, and his thoughts trail off to what else the wolf might actually be able to swallow.
"Mhm?" he says,
"... Is it bad that I'm still hungry?"