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Procrastin-ate

Content Warning: Meta, F/M vore, Fatal vore, dubious consent

It was well past midnight, and all through the house was dark and quiet. That is, except for Geno in his room. He was playing on his computer, its monitor the only thing illuminating the room, while also idly listening to some podcast through his headphones. It had been a rather long day of retail work, so he was rather invested in his games to relax a bit before going to bed and repeating the whole thing the next day.

And he was especially invested tonight, because he was close to reaching Legend rank in Hearthstone, just one more turn... And his opponent conceded, their portrait exploding to pieces. Letting out a sharp but whispered "Yes!" Geno pumped his fists to the air.

The hairs on Geno's body stood on end the moment he felt the back of his head and hands brushed against a pair of large and soft breasts. He slowly tilted his head back to look up, heart sinking like a rock when he saw just who those particular breasts belonged to: Linda Tritz, his voracious ostrich character.

Linda leaned forward, hands resting on the back of Geno's chair, pushing her breasts against the top of Geno's head. "Hey Geno, it's been a while~"

"Uh, yeah! Yeah it has..." Geno said as he slowly moved his hands as he maintained eye contact. Despite Linda's sweet tone and smiling beak, Geno could tell from her eyes that there was an undercurrent of her annoyance just below the surface.

Linda however slammed her palm on the computer table, blocking off Geno's hand to the computer mouse, and also leaning more into the chair, tilting more into her bosom. "So, how are you doing? Busy with full time work I understand..."

"Y-yeah..." Geno whimpered out.

"But spending all of your free time playing 'Magicstone' or whatever-"

"It's called Hearth-" Geno started to correct, but was silenced with a deathly glare from Linda.

"-AND, the last story you had starring me, you fed me to some fucking plant alien bitch!" Linda sharply continued, no longer maintaining the illusion of sweetness. "So. Do you have anything to post right now?"

"Oh I got a story in progress right now, I think you'll like it a lot, it's got vore, sex, and-" Geno said, reaching again for the keyboard and mouse.

Linda abruptly grabbed him by the elbows and slammed them back down into the chair's arm rests. Geno repressed the urge to scream out, or even look back at what would undoubtedly be Linda's glaring face, but he couldn't repress sweating from head to toe.

"But is it ready to post right now?" Linda repeated. Her stomach growled threateningly.

"...Maybe a week from now...?" Geno said as he shrank into his seat. Even with the amount of sweat that slickened himself, he couldn't squirm out of Linda's unrelenting grip.

"Hm, how disappointing..." Linda sighed, "Fortunately for me, I have a better idea to tide me over in the meantime..."

She didn't even let Geno ask what it was before her open beak quickly slid over his head completely. He screamed and squirmed as Linda gulped the shoulders of his arms, and then his wings past the edge of her beak. Geno's wings and legs flapped and kicked out respectively, only managing to hit the computer table, while Linda held his elbows tight against his torso as she shoved him deeper inside.

Geno held onto his chair's armrests for dear life as Linda started to hold him by his thighs and started to lift him up. While the chair's weight was negligible, keeping his limbs spread out kept Geno from slipping further inside his own creation. But all Linda had to do to dislodge her uncooperative writer and meal was to suddenly turn the chair, slamming one of Geno's hands into the edge of the table. He reflexively let go and yelped out in pain in his hand as Linda quickly slurped it up along with his hips. With only one hand outside of her drooling beak, Geno's grip couldn't hold on forever against Linda's tugging, and soon it too slipped in.

With only his kicking legs and the twitching tips of his wings outside of Linda's mouth, she lifted him up, feet brushing the ceiling, and let go, slurping up his limbs like they were fat noodles. Geno landed headfirst inside the stomach, slipping and tumbling as the rest of his body slid in, forcing him to curl up inside the claustropic tight dark gastric coffin.

"Ahhh~ A much better arrangement~" Linda sighed as she sat down in the computer chair, which protested and sank at the weight of two people sitting on it. She didn't get that much of a taste of Geno, mostly the salt of his sweat through his clothes since she ate him without stripping him first, but the satisfaction of packing him away was more than enough to sate her palate. Geno screamed and kicked out his own protests, only for Linda to start roughly kneading him with one hand. "Mmm, yes~ Think of it this way, you'll get to describe being digested with more intimate detail~" Linda patted and shook her big belly, giggling darkly at her own joke, which was interrupted with a small burp.

"Get me out, you can't digest me!" It was hard for Geno to move in any significant way, and already his clothing was disintegrating, his fur and feathers coming off in clumps as well.

"Why not? It's what you made me for, you little pervert~" Linda taunted as the hand that was pressing and kneading Geno drifted lower along his body, finding his crotch and started sensually stroking it. "Seducing people. Devouring them when they're most vulnerable. Reducing them to just fat and shit. And I walk away without a care other than my own pleasure. You like that... and because of that, so do I~" Her other hand slipped under her engorged belly, and inside her pants, and started to masturbate.

"But I can't write down anything if I'm just body fat and shit!" Geno said as he squirmed, slipped, and rolled around, and failed to find the stomach entrance from where he came in from. All he really accomplished was making the rising acids more orange with melting fur and feathers.

"Go ahead then, write your way out, you stupid shit." Linda said, but slowed her masturbation as she looked around, tense and ready for whatever would come up and interrupt her meal...

The contents of her belly squirmed but remained inside. The only sounds in the whole house that she could hear were Geno's weakening coughs and cries, and her own stomach groaning and gurgling in response.

"Unless... you don't want to~?" Linda giggled maliciously and leaned her head onto her belly, and used that sweet sultry tone as she spoke just loud enough for Geno to hear, "Well then, I'm not one to complain. By all means just die inside me then, you little pervert~!" Her self-fingering resumed, and more vigorously. "Become my boobs! Thicken my thighs! Succumb to my stomach!!!... Hah... Ah... Oh ah mmmpfh- uuurrrrraaaaaaapppt!" Her orgasmic cries and her belching out had combined into one loud release, though it did leave her a little breathless for the following rolling orgasms. She gasped and moaned and hiccuped, sinking into the chair and soaking it and herself with her femmine musk. Linda recovered just enough to revel in her own afterglow, idly feeling up her belly for any signs of life from her writer, and found only a still and softening bundle of meat on bone. "Mmm~ Best idea I've had in a while..."