Off the Menu
More soft vore
A deafening crash of metal on metal jolted Owen awake with a start. He jumped, struggling to sit up and look around, blinking into the unfamiliar darkness. Voices echoed all around him, mostly murmurs of confusion, a couple screams of fear.
He rubbed his palm against his aching head, leaning forward to try and ease his throbbing headache. It took him a good thirty seconds for him to process that he was not asleep at home in his own bed. His heart began to race as clarity returned to him. He ached all over, having been lying down on cold, hard metal surface. He was stripped completely naked, and muffled sounds of bustling activity could be heard somewhere in the distance. He had no idea what was going on.
Owen forced himself to take deep steadying breaths. Someone bumped into him and stumbled, unable to guide themselves in the pitch darkness. He tried to ask what was going on, but his question was drowned out by the increased volume of those around him. He stuck his fingers in his ears and tried to think back to the previous night. He remembered that he had been drinking, but could not really piece together what had happened after he got home. There was the faint memory of panic and a struggle, but he had brushed that off as a dream. He strongly hoped that it had been a dream.
The world suddenly lurched around him. The voices all around him began to scream, at least twenty others beside himself shouting at the sudden movement. The dark chamber that contained them lifted into the air, swaying as it was moved and causing most people to stumble or fall, two others crashing into him as he sat on the floor. The metal floor thudding with an uncomfortable impact as they landed, leaving Owen disoriented and aching.
He pushed a furry body off of his own, rubbing his arm and shakily getting to his feet, heart racing with panic, to feel around the empty space around him. In the span of a second, blinding light filled the chamber, causing him to shield his eyes. The screams around him picked up once more, and the muffled sounds he had heard previously sharpened in clarity. The familiar hustle and bustle of a restaurant kitchen playing in his ears.
He pulled his hands away from his face, blinking his eyes as they adjusted to normal lighting, and felt his heart sink, thudding with terror in his chest. He was in a kitchen, and enormous kitchen filled with giants cooking and preparing food. The aroma smelled strongly of teriaki and other Asian flavors. There was a chef somewhat nearby, focusing down at something out of Owen's sight where he, along with several others, sat on the bottom of a large metal serving dish.
Having no idea what to make of the scene, Owen could only stare, looking all around in bewilderment. Where was he? How did he end up here? How was it possible for giants like that to exist? His breathing became rapid, and he decided to run for the side of the plate, only to find, seconds later, that plenty of others also had that in mind. People lined the side of the plate, which had a lip around the side, reaching and jumping for an edge that was far out of reach.
Having nothing better to do, Owen decided the join them. He ran up beside a white furred fox, the fur around his eyes damp with tears of panic, and just looked up the shear face of the metal, at least three times his height. A couple of people down the line were trying to form a pyramid to get out, but kept failing as everyone wanted to be one on top that got to escape.
The giant dressed as a chef stepped closer to them, looking to be at least the size of a twelve-story building, and looked down to observe them. The giant was an otter. He had dark brown fur with a light tan muzzle. He was dressed in all white and had on a light blue apron. His eyes scanned over them all, as though he was simply counting his ingredients, before an enormous paw came into view, swooping down into the plate, and closing around the helpless white fox right next to him.
Owen involuntarily jumped away, staring in horror as the fox, who had immediately begun screaming in terror, was lifted effortlessly into the sky. He watched as the otter took him away, stepping what was, for him, a few feet down the line, and working on the poor fox. Owen strained his neck to try and see what was happening to him, but could not get a decent view of the scene.
Chaos erupted around him. Knowing that their time was limited, everyone began scrambling for the side of the dish. Any semblance of cooperation has gone down the drain as people tried to climb over one another to get over the edge. Owen took a step away from the madness, frightened of being trampled, not even having noticed that the otter had come back until he saw the paw snatch up two more from their midst.
He looked around frantically, not knowing what he should do, what he _could_do. He watched, sitting down on the surface of the plate, as someone actually managed to cling onto the top of the wall. The human gripped onto the side, swaying back and forth as the lizard man below him tried to grab onto his feet before tumbling back down to the ground. He hoisted himself onto the edge of the plate, and was immediately snatched by otter when he returned, carried off screaming and clawing against the giant's furry paw.
Owen, held himself curled up on the ground, staring down between his legs, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart. This wasn't real. This could not be real. How could this be how it all ended? He held himself still, hoping he would just wake up from this nightmare, as the people around him were slowly taken away.
Owen looked up at his surrounding, finding only about six people left in the plate besides himself, none of them even trying to escape anymore. A shadow spread over the bottom of the plate, and Owen looked up to see the otter chef return once more, sticking his paw down into the plate once again, heading directly for him.
Owen's instinct told him to flee, so he scrambled to his feet, trying to run, but finding himself clamped in the giant's powerful grip before even making it one step. He struggled in the furry otter's paw, his arms pressed to his sides, with only his head and his ankles poking out of the chef's grip on either end. He looked up at the otter as it began to walk him down the counter. His heart beat painfully in his chest.
There were about four other giants in the kitchen, all working diligently to prepare their food. The otter only made a few steps over to a metal bowl, placing Owen within it, and vanishing from view for a few seconds. Owen scrambled, trying to run up the side of the bowl only to find it had been lightly greased, his feet slipping out from under him, causing his chest to slam against the side of the bowl and his body to slide back down to the bottom.
The otter returned with some short strands of string in his paws, and reached down into the bowl. Owen tried to struggle against the two huge paws, each the size of his entire body, but was quickly forced into submission as the practiced hand easily subdued him, pinning his legs to the bottom of the bowl with one finger, while the other efficiently bound his wrists in front of him. The otter then moved onto his feet, fastening a quick knot around them as Owen looked up pitifully into his eyes.
The giant's gaze never left his work, looking as though he pointedly did not look into Owen's eyes. Once his feet were bound, the final length of string bound his hands to his feet, forcing Owen into an uncomfortable slouching position with his arms forced between his legs. The chef then lifted his bound body out of the bowl and carried him farther along the edge of the kitchen.
The otter made a brief stop at the kitchen sink, where he submerged Owen beneath lukewarm water and scrubbed at his skin. Owen coughed and sputtered, as the waterfall drenched him, the otter's paw rubbing against his naked form beneath the deluge, before the water suddenly stopped. The otter briefly wrapped his body in a towel before carrying him a few more feet down the line.
The giant stopped before a series of covered plates, shiny metal domes designed to keep prepared food hot, with three that remained open. The plates were filled with rice and nothing more. Owen felt his body being lowered, his back was suddenly pressed into the pile of warm rice, the otter pushing on him briefly to submerge his body in the pile of food. Owen sobbed to himself and pleaded consistently with the giant otter, begging him to stop as he was left abandoned on the bed of squishy rice. The chef vanished for a second before returning with a sizzling pan in his paw, tipping it over in Owen direction.
He screamed and tried to jump away, but the combination of his bounds and the sticky rice only allowing him a brief movement in the bed of food. The otter deposited a small pile of steaming spicy smelling vegetables near his feet, the heat radiating off of their surface, pieces of green peppers that were as big as half his height. The sizzling veggies only lined the bottom of the bed of rice, not actually close enough to burn him.
The otter leaned down towards the plate for a brief moment, his eyes flickering over it as he inspected his work. Owen pitifully begged throughout the entire ordeal, screaming in terror when the otter backed away and grabbed a metal dome in his huge paw. The chef glanced down at him, briefly meeting his eyes, and Owen shivered at the expression. He shut his mouth, dread filling his body. The gaze said it all. Owen was food, nothing more, nothing less. The chef's eyes containing notempathy whatsoever, he placed the metal lid over Owen's plate, the sound of the kitchen becoming muffled and distant as he was once more plunged into darkness.
Owen sat in silence for a few moments. The heat of the vegetables immediately making the chamber uncomfortably warm. He feebly tried to struggle against his bonds, bouncing slightly in the spongy rice as he did so, but could do nothing to free himself in any way. This was all too surreal. Terror claimed him completely, as he was having trouble processing that he was currently sitting on an enormous plate of rice and vegetables, where he was the only protein present. He shook his head, refusing to see himself in that way, but dread still filled him, because there was only one possible thing that could come next. His heart continued to race.
He remained sitting in the quiet darkness, waiting for the inevitable. He could somewhat hear the otter outside return a couple more times, doubtlessly filling the other plates with the remaining victims. He once made the mistake of breathing with his nose, the delicious scent of the spicy vegetables filling his nostrils, and immediately purged the thought form his mind. His own stomach growled a bit, and he snorted a spurt of bitter laughter, his terror making him far too sick to keep any food down, despite it being in enormous supply.
Without warning, his world suddenly lurched into motion again, and Owen began to panic. He shut his eyes, shaking his head, hoping that this moment would never have come. His breaths came in shuddering spurts, as his covered plate was marched out of the kitchen. He bounced slightly within the rice, the soft surface absorbing most of the impact from the walking motion of whichever giant currently held him. The motion continued for a few seconds, before coming to an abrupt halt.
Owen kept quiet, the sounds outside his prison had changed, and he judged that he had been moved from the kitchen to a dining room. His plate moved once more, only briefly, before stopping again. Owen did his best not to picture the scene outside his darn and intensely humid chamber, but he could not help it. He knew that he was now sitting directly in front of a hungry giant, about to bear down on him and... and...
He shook his head once more, finding tears dripping down his face. The suspense was too much, he was feeling short of breath, and the spices on the vegetables were beginning to sting his eyes. He knew that any second now, the dome would be lifted, but it felt like hours and hours and hours before it actually happened, even though he knew it must have only been seconds.
Light filled his vision once more, and he was forced to shut his eyes to its brilliance. Cool air rushed against him, making his shiver in contrast to being contained with the steaming veggies. He shifted against the rice, trying to keep his eyes open long enough to assess his situation. The sounds around him were definitely that of a dining room, booming voices above him surely belonging to monstrous diners. Faint and distance screams also reached him, and he realized that his fellow victims were being served at the same table.
His eyes finally adjusted, and blinking out the stinging sweat and tears, Owen was able to keep them open. He looked around, he looked up. His breath caught in his throat as his gaze met another giant. A huge male cheetah, the same size as the otter that had prepared him, loomed over his plate. Owen was unable to tear his gaze away. The giant had light yellow fur with dark brown spots freckling his fur. His nose was pitch black and a thick, sandpapery tongue stuck an inch or two out of his drooling mouth.
Owen sobbed to himself at the sight, warily looking around to see several more giants at the table, their numbers including a brown and white dragon, and deep red panda, and huge-beaked gryphon. Owen could hear more behind him, but was unable to see behind the mountain of rice on which he remained perched.
The giants were carrying on a conversation that was insultingly normal considering how nightmarish this was for him. The cheetah before him shifted his weight, a huge paw reaching to the side of the plate and picking up a long pair of chopsticks. Owen heart pounded as he watched the feline snap the pieces of wood apart, place them expertly between his paws, and decent their tip into the pile of vegetables at Owen's feet.
He could not tear his eyes away as the cheetah ate. He easily shoved the huge chunks of vegetables into his mouth, proving to Owen that, unfortunately, he would have no issue whatsoever with consuming him. He tried to struggle once more, cradled in the bed of warm rice, as the cheetah picked at the vegetables and the rice, for the time being leaving Owen himself alone.
As he struggled, Owen glanced to his side, freezing as he caught sight of the white fox from before, dangling from the chopsticks of the giant dragon sitting to the cheetah's left. Without even the semblance of a second thought, the dragon placed the fox's upper body between its lips, his tongue sticking out beneath his still kicking legs, and slurped him into his mouth in a single bite. Owen could only stare in horror as the dragon leaned back, sloshing the poor fox around his mouth before tipping his nose to the air and swallowing.
Owen shouted then, his eyes wide with horror as a barely visible squirming bulge slide down the dragon's neck before vanishing into his chest. The dragon belched quietly into his claws, leaning right back down into his food a moment later, the fox gone and forgotten.
Tears stung at his eyes once more, and Owen tried to plead with the cheetah, the huge cat ignoring him as he wolfed down most of the vegetables and sizable portion of the rice. The structural integrity of his rice pile compromised, Owen felt his body sink farther into the pile of food as it shifted beneath him, his pleas completely ignored be the cheetah, who continued to eat and talk, unfazed by the scene unfolding around him.
The cheetah reached to the other side of the plate to bring a knife into Owen's view. Owen panicked, struggling madly against his bonds as the chopsticks clamped around his chest, pressing him down into the bed of rice so far, that he could feel the place against his ass. The giant brought the enormous blade down towards him, and Owen shut his eyes, bracing himself for the cut.
Seconds later, he felt his bonds slacken, and he peeked out of one eyes to see that the knife had severed the string that held his arms against his legs. Hoping that he finally had an opportunity to escape, he scrambled against the chopsticks, trying to pry himself free, as he was effortlessly lifted up out of the rice, dangling uncomfortably between the two pieces of wood.
The chopsticks dug into his armpits, dangling his naked body high into the air. Owen grabbed on the wood, clinging on for dear life, as the descent back down to the plate at this height would surely break bones. The cheetah moved him, swinging him through the air towards a small bowl filled with brown sauce. Owen gasped as he was unceremoniously dipped into the salty liquid, sputtering as he was briefly submerged before lifted back up.
He looked back into the eyes of the cheetah, giants all around him eating contently as the huge cat licked his lips, sauce dripping from his soaked hair. Owen sobbed, hanging from the chopsticks, as he was placed right in front of the feline's huge smelly mouth. The furry lips parted, opening the doorway into the pitch darkness within. The cheetah breathed out, a gust of humid and oniony-smelling breath slamming against his somewhat chilly body. The cheetah lifted his paw slightly higher, his tongue sliding out from his teeth, and curling around Owen's legs.
Owen cringed, trying to move his legs out of the way as the monster licked him, the hot tongue sliding scratchily up the side of his leg, cupping to the shape of his thigh, wiping off the sauce that was dripping form his body, leaving hot saliva in its wake. Owen shuddered, feeling defeated and helpless as he hung there, being tasted bit by bit by the hungry cheetah. The tongue dabbed at his naked form, slipping against his legs, his groin, his chest, his neck, all the while leaving his body dangling from the slivers of wood digging into his armpits.
The cheetah leaned its mouth away briefly, smacking its lips with a wide grin across his face, before tilting his head slightly sideways, opening his maw, and protruding his tongue out of his mouth. The chopsticks descended, placing Owen onto the giant's tongue, which guided his legs into the beast's mouth. He struggled involuntarily, weeping to himself as he was helplessly dropped into the cheetah's hungry maw.
The chopsticks parted from his arms, and Owen desperately grabbed for them, his sauce coated fingers slipping against the smooth wood as gravity forced him into a short fall, broken by the soft and coarse tongue of the colossal cheetah. His back landed against the cheetah's tongue, leaving only his head and arms free from the beast as it gently closed his lips over Owen's chest. He whimpered pathetically, looking around at the other giants at the table as they ate with smiles on their faces, feeling the slimy tongue under his body shift downwards as he began to slide deeper.
The cheetah parted his lips only slightly, the tongue arching under his back, and within a second he had plunged completely into the feline's waiting maw. The thin line of light on the other side of the cheetah's teeth and lips slammed together, once again submerging him in humid darkness, the overwhelming odor of the giant's breath infecting all of Owen's breathable air.
The cat's tongue curled endlessly around him, rubbing up and down his entire body as he was shoved this way and that in the hot slimy chamber, pressed against the roof of the cheetah's mouth, against the soft and smooth inner cheek, against the hard a slick side of the monster's teeth. Owen flailed his body back towards the cheetah's lips at every opportunity he got, never even making it within arms reach of possible freedom, teasing him with short glimpses of light and air as the giant smacked his lips in enjoyment.
Owen waded in the shallow pool of saliva, completely exhausted from the constant helpless struggles, only to be shoved farther back in the cheetah's mouth every single time. He breathed heavily in panic, screaming with every free breath he had when the giant's tongue wasn't pressed against his face. His body was completely soaked with slobber, every single inch of him covered with the thick hot liquid as the cat pressed his slimy bare body against the roof of his mouth, this time not moving him around anymore.
Oh no... Owen thought, knowing what was about to come next, he shoved against the beast's tongue, trying to push himself as far from the dark descent behind him as he possible could, but made no progress whatsoever. The cheetah held him there for a few moments, the damn suspense nearly killing him, he couldn't take it anymore, the ordeal felt endless, torturous, before he felt himself finally being to move.
He heard the swallow before he felt it. A deep slimy squelch echoing up from behind him before the pressure that held him to the roof of the cheetah's mouth vanished around his lower body. His naked and lubricated legs fell freely for a few short seconds before plunging into a tight constriction that pressed his feet together harder than the bounds had. The base of the giant's tongue squeezed hard against the back of the cheetah's throat, the pressure forcing his body to side backwards and downwards. Owen flailed wildly, despair overpowering him completely as his body was swallowed, shoved into the tight slide of the cheetah's fleshy esophagus.
Owen fell. He fell much faster than he thought he would, given how tight the flesh clung to his every inch. His feet parted the tight muscle below him, the slick walls sliding up his body as gravity pulled him deeper and deeper into the giant feline. His hands slid uselessly above him, trying to grasp onto anything he could reach, but not once able to find purchase against the slippery throat. The descent seemed endless, Owen tried to struggle against the walls, but he knew no good could come of it. Every movement he made only parted the tight flesh against his body, making it easier for the muscle movement to shove him farther down the cat's digestive tract.
The hot muscle cradled him down, pressing in endlessly, until his feet were met with a brief increase in tightness, followed by a a release into an open chamber. Owen whined as the stomach entrance climbed up his body, slipping up past his feet, his legs, his groin and stomach and chest. It briefly clung around his neck before spitting his head out, a squelching sound filling his ears as he slid free from the cheetah's throat, and sliding down his stomach wall.
He slid a short distance in the intensely hot chamber before he was engulfed in a pool of mush below his feet. He sank slightly in the muddy pool of partially digested rice and veggies, his feet breaking into a puddle of tingly liquid beneath the surface that he quickly tried to pull away from.
The smell of the chamber was unbearable. The acrid scent of spicy vomit filled his nostrils, making him gag as he waded through the mushy chamber, pushing against the stomach walls that pressed in around him. He tried to push himself to his feet, but his head hit the top of the stomach, his foot slipping in the slop of rice below him, causing him to splash and sink back into the slimy concoction.
Owen sputtered and gagged, breathing through his mouth as he lay curled up in the dank sack of flesh, chewed up food coating his entire lower half, his arms sunken into the sides of the stomach walls, trying to hold him up above the acids below. A gurgling growl, echoed through the chamber, the slimy wall behind him shifting against his back and making him slide slightly deeper into the rancid soup.
Owen pushed himself back up, constantly fighting the churning motion of the stomach. A soft clump of slimy mush thudded against his head, coating his face, and he sputtered, reaching his hand up to wipe it off, causing him to slip back down into the mush below him. The cheetah was still eating. The scent of somewhat less decayed veggies filled his nose, as saliva-coated rice pattered against his back, a wet slap accompanying each clump of swallowed food forced into the stomach to join Owen's helpless form.
The cramped chamber slowly began to fill with slimy chewed up food, partially digested from the the cheetah's slobber. Owen soon found himself gasping for breathable air in the acrid chamber, slimy rice and veggies pooling up to his chest. He continued to fight against it, kicking against the stomach walls through the viscous mixture, wading through the slimy stuff to feel around the slick walls that endlessly moved and pressed, making it impossible to know which direction what which.
Owen let out one final sob, slimy clumps of food covering his whole body, as he feebly leaned one arm against the stomach wall. The chamber churned against him, making him loose his footing and slip face first into the thick pile of mush. He could not fight it any longer. Owen finally lay still, allowing the cheetah's body to have its way with him, nothing more than food laying amongst more food as the feline digested him.
He felt himself start to drift away, more rice and veggies pattering into the slimy pool around him as the cat continued to eat. The giant's stomach pressed in around him, shoving him below the surface of the mush where he lay suspended. He could still feel the stomach walls slip up and down parts of his body, cradling him in the intense heat as he faded away, just another meal for a hungry cat.
Nothing more than a meal.