Quite Frankly Spooky (Posts tagged vore-story)

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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna

The break room at the clinic was at peace… until the silence was cut through by the booming of heavy footsteps rushing into the room, as a massive nurse slammed the door shut behind her! As soon as she had privacy, she let out a booming, brassy burrrrrruuaaaaarrppp of a belch, a dopey expression of relief on her face as she finally released all the gas her recent, massive meal had displaced. All the buttons on her uniform had popped off, revealing a massive, fat belly that looked pregnant with nonuplets at least or a foal at most, and moved with much the same vigor. She cringed and shuddered, feeling hands pushing out against the taut, sensitive skin of her stomach, or clawing against her esophageal sphincter as her meal desperately tried to wriggle its way back up the way it came in, forcing her to suppress her gag reflex. Delicious and filling as they were, the early stages of digestion were never fun for her, especially when her prey kicked her in the ribs. Then again, it can’t be too fun for them either…

“Ooooh, I knew I shouldn’t have skipped lunch. Uuurgghh… this appetite of mine is going to get me fired one day… or worse!” If her gluttony does become too much to control, she tends to prefer eating the patients who weren’t going to be walking out of here anyway. But this poor soul only had a sprained ankle, and had no idea visiting the clinic would actually decrease their odds of seeing the next week! Though she wouldn’t be surprised if they were still mostly around a week from now, given how long it takes her to digest. She supposed she should feel remorseful… but at present, she more just felt sorry for herself! “Come on… just relax and stop — uugh — wriggling… I have to see another patient in fifteen minutes, okay? You’re not getting out of there no matter what, so just — urrrrp — be a dear and just digest for me, okay?” Of course, her words did little to soothe her unlucky prey. It was all the poor, gluttonous nurse could do to plop her fat body upon the couch, letting out the occasional belch as she pressed her fingers deeply into her taut, sensitive belly like a cat kneading a carpet, hoping this terrible belly ache would just go away already…

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