Day 2) Hero
#2 of Voretober
his is one of my more unsetteling stories where a character goes through a lot of mental pain and is very much unwilling so if that's not for you, best turn around right now. Also this is for day 2 of Voretober. CW: Very Unwilling pred, Forced feeding, Failed regurgiatation, Fatal, Mild gore, Digestion , Mental Distress, mild weight gain, and stomach bulges
This is for voretober day 2) Hero a
Spot, a dalmatian determined to save people from fires. His whole life he had wanted to be a fireman, he constantly watched clips of them saving people. He admired them, their determination. As he grew into an adult he admired their bodies as well. Perhaps unprofessional but him and his fellow fireman had always been a bit naughty around the workplace. Whenever they weren't called into action, downtime spent with the brave fighters always made Spot eager to show his appreciation for his crew in more ways than one. Despite this he remained a hero, saving people from burning buildings getting thanks from those he saved. The people being safe was enough for him. Knowing that he and his crew were able to keep people out of harm's way.
Spot however had one day where not everything quite went as planned. A call for help, however, even with all the details handed to the dalmatian and his crew the request was odd. The caller was relaxed but seemed to make enough of a fuss about the emergency. Regardless, Spot and his crew rushed to the scene. They found there was indeed a fire that was setting the home ablaze. However, it was small, so they made it in time to try and put it out. Spot rushed inside with his gear to check if there were survivors.
The dalmatian bursts through the place searching desperately for the survivors. His attentive ears heard someone crying for help as he traversed the home. He bursted through the door. The smoke was thick but he cried out into the thick smog.
"Hey! Is anyone here!?"
"H-HELP!" He soon spotted where he heard the voice from, the bathroom! He rushed inside and the person who waited inside quickly removed his mask! He didn't have time to react to what the stranger was doing. He opened his mouth to ask the stranger what the hell they were doing and then it happened. The person jolted inside his open maw. Hands, head, their upper body jammed inside his maw. "NMPPHH!?" The dog's confusion erupted from their eager meal! Tears filled into Spot's eyes as it was painful to continue swallowing but he couldn't stop himself. His instincts were barking at him to guzzle down the meal. He could barely process what was happening his eyes could only see a blur of orange fur that forced its way down his gullet.
His throat bulged outwards as the meal forced itself further inside. His slobber spattered and smeared their fur. His eyes were like a faucet; the mix of hard to breath air from his nose was only made worse while he nearly gagged on the fox. That bushy tail being the bright red indicator of who he was unwillingly engulfing. His hands tried to yank out his surprise meal but it proved to be all in vain. No matter how hard he pushed the fox propelled themselves deeper into the waiting gut below. Their struggles made that descent quicker. Spot tried to breathe desperately through his nose on the brink of passing out. After he swallowed the big fluffy tail and feet of the fox he rapidly put his headgear back on. The ventilation regulated the smoke infused air.
Sagging with his fresh meal, his stomach swayed back and forth. His eyes widened with shock. The building, while most of the flames had been put out, was in poor structural condition. The canine couldn't linger inside any longer. With a crippled movement the dog awkwardly wobbled out of the building.
Escape meant nothing to the canine as the fox was trapped inside his swollen stomach. The lumps from his suit were quite visible. The movement from his snack made him queasy. That ill feeling is only amplified by Spot being forced to listen to that active gut. He tossed off his headgear in a sense of panic. "Don't worry! I will save you! I'm sorry about eating you! I promise I will get you out!" His blue eyes filled with despair as he realized he needed to throw up to get his snack out of there. He took two fingers and jammed them down his throat! "ULK! HRGH!" The sloppy wet wretched sound of attempting to vomit. His stomach bounced back and forth. He hurled, the contents only bile and clumps of fur. He tried again, more fur. Again, more fur. CRUNCH! He heard it, he heard his stomach break something from within. "What!? Hey! Are you okay in there!?" He shouted desperately to that stomach, there was no movement. His prey was dead, snuffed out by that stomach.
Horror sunk into the dalmatian's mind as his gut was motionless. "N-no! No this is not happening! This is a bad dream! Yeah! This is a bad dream, it has to be!" He roughly pinched himself, no it very much was reality. He knew this was reality, he knew that he had killed someone. "I-I'm a murderer!" He hollered out as his legs buckled. His head hit into the soft grass, his hands pounded against the ground. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, stranger, I couldn't save you. I am a failure, I am a disgusting failure. I am nothing. I am..." His eyes began to water. Spot cried violently, his tears wouldn't stop flowing from his blue eyes, the world had been drowned out into his distraught panic. "I'm a monster, I didn't try hard enough. Maybe if I tried harder they would be alive! STUPID! STUPID! STUPID! Why do I do everything so wrong? I should just quit. I knew I was never cut out for this shit!" HIs body quivered along with his black lips. Whimpering and whining as he laid into the grass. Shut off into this still world, he had forgotten about the fire. His job might as well have been background noise. A hand placed on his back snapped Spot out of the isolation. He craned his body up to look and see a tiger in full firefighter equipment with a malicious grin spread across that fluffy face.
"Wow, you really did kill 'em didn't ya! Mmm that's a good murder puppy! I knew that fox was the right one to be your meal! Look at yer mug, you weren't expectin' this were ya'!" The feline chuckled, his burly chest shook. The look of betrayal and anger filled up the dalmatian's face. Spot growled, his fangs bore at the feline that indulged in his misery. "Y-you're lying Zeke! You wouldn't betray us! You're just pulling my leg right!? I-I mean you've got it wrong, I haven't killed anyone. I can still save them!" Spot's still stomach shook as he spoke, his buckled frame weakly stood up. That burly big cat was a behemoth in comparison to the canine. His muscles might've well had muscles, stripes outstretched like daggers. "Mmm, that's it puppy. Question your frail little reality. That's right, we've been in bed together. We shared our most intimate secrets. There's no way I would betray you murder puppy. I just happen to know every detail of what happened." The tiger patted his big paw on top of Spot's head. "Though, I am disappointed, I wanted to see you fatter! I think you could do better with a bit of muscle!" Zeke stripped off his gear. He quickly became naked, that black fur and white stripes glistened in the sunlight. Each inch of his body was muscled that girthy tiger looked down at the dalmatian. "NO! Not again! Come on Zeke, stop messing around like this! We can have fun back at the station. I know it has been about a week but we can stop at the station! People will see us!" Disbelief still shook through Spot's mind, he couldn't process his closest comrade being a traitor. He couldn't move, fear had frozen up the dalmatian for the first time in years. The canine could only whimper as Zeke approached him.
All the anger and hurt finally boiled over. "Get the HELL away from me!" Spot curled up a fist and punched Zeke in the chest as hard as he could. Screaming, wailing, his fists continued to punch into the feline. Zeke remained unphased. "You are nothing more than a sniveling runt. That's why you need to be stronger. Better than I ever could be." The tiger grinned as he lifted off the dog's headgear with ease seemingly unphased by the flurry of punches. "Evolution, at a greater rate. Rejoice mutt, your mind will change after your second time doing this." Zeke forced open the canine's jaws and immediately Spot tried to bite down! The tiger smirked seeing him struggle to close those jaws. His hands delved deeper into that throat. Like before the dog didn't even have room to vomit as those beefy arms snaked down his gullet. Spot's eyes shot open as he pushed and thrashed against the burly cat. It was fruitless; the powerful tiger jammed himself further down the throat.
Slobber coated Zeke's fur as he sluggishly forced himself inside that humid throat. The stench of rotting meat fumed into those big nostrils. It only made the cat go deeper inside. Gagged once more by a girthy meal the canine was forced to guzzle. Engulfing the feline like a giant pill to swallow the taste began to give the poor dog a deeper sense locked away. As if a cage had been opened in his mind, in his senses, in his thoughts. Perhaps it was the sense of airlessness as his eyes rolled while the upper chest of the cat slithered down his gullet agonizingly. But the thought that protruded and wrapped around his skull was...he enjoyed it. Something that he nearly felt with the fox had become clear. As much as he anguished, there was a deeper, darker call. Like a voice from the shadows telling him it was okay to dip into the deepest pits of hell. Spot realized it was no longer instinct tugging the large tiger down no, he gulped down the lower, erect cock right into his muzzle. A brief moment that he had taken the wheel. A feigned sense of control as he slathered his tongue across the tiger's member.
However, this was not a fate for Spot to dictate. Zeke was determined to force his way in. Before the canine could get a moment of satisfaction the tiger propelled himself further into the fleshy abyss. That silky tail flung back and forth as if to taunt his predator. With a final gulp Spot laid there as the last of the tiger vanished down into the stewing dog gut. That horrendous feeling began to wash over as the lines in his gut bulbous blossomed into the bulky tiger's frame. The compact outlines are practically cartoonish in nature. "Fucking hell Zeke. Why..." Even as his mind screamed to enjoy it, he just couldn't, he couldn't lie to himself.
The tiger rubbed the canine's fleshy walls to the best of his ability feeling triumphant in being the dalmatian's bubbling meal. "I already told you why! Enjoy being a muscle stud. The whole crew is gonna fawn over ya. They won't miss me in the slightest when you're gonna be the hottest guy in the whole squad." The tiger boisterous bellowed from within the stinging cauldron. His body contorted and twisted as the agony of being digested pumped through every inch of the large cat. "You say that Zeke but, I will miss you. You betrayed me and while I was angry, I was going to forgive you, eventually. I enjoyed when we would share things between ourselves. When it was cold you'd wrap yourself around me. I... BURAPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHAGGHGHHHHH!" Spot blushed as a rupture of gas spewed from his lips! He whimpered lightly feeling around his moving, sloshing, swollen stomach. "Don't cry puppy, it's gonna be okay." The tiger cooed as his features became more intermingled with the slop contained in the canine's gut.
Eventually, Zeke was gone and all that remained was Spot, solemnly overlooking his shrunken stomach. He rubbed over his stomach with a weak whimper and sat there in the grass as it began to rain.