Snake Swallowing [Forced Vore]
As he lowers his broad frame and bows, Swooce's paw reaches around to his back pocket, ensuring the glass vial was still in there intact, panicking briefly before his paw searches lower and finds its bulge, the wolf's worried shivers subsiding. He returns to a standing pose and flashes a big grin to the crowd, shouting,
"Folks, I do appreciate your attendance to my performance! Please, exit to the right where the sign is; the opening in the tent's sides. Oh, and don't forget any personal belongings - madam, I do believe that is your bag there?"
The black feathered, female chicken darts her head back, holding up her wing and smiling apologetically as a thank you, dashing back over to the bench and retrieving her brown satchel before returning to the remaining anthros and humans as they trail out of the tent. The wolf presses a button on panel on his belt, the opening of the exit drooping closing as its heavy material shuts a large point of the noise from the fair. Swooce rubs his still bloated stomach, the buttons now closed after resetting; a useful bit of tailoring by Motya, the circus's own costume-designer, which allowed the wolf to dazzle the crowd with a seemingly magical self-buttoning shirt. He belches, causing the stomach flattening every so slightly, though he knew he would just have to wait for the air to just pass on its own. He steps off the stage, his large stomach bouncing in its tight-buttoned cage as he lands on the grassy floor, heading off into the backroom connected to the tent, pressing another button on his panel to shut off the remaining lights; mere rays of dim moonlight coating the rows of benches with a soft, dark blue. He opens his safe atop the dark-oak desk, popping the control panel inside and closing it, shutting off the dim tungsten bulb that lit the room in a weak, pale yellow glow as he steps into the night.
Swooce plods back to his trailer, his large paws pressing into the mud, the pathway lit by the glow of half moon, the sounds of the fair gradually dying down as the circus's staff and performers all made their way home; the remaining lights of the fairground's rides and stalls turning off one by one behind him with slight buzzing sounds as their power is cut. He waves to a group of performers after they wish him goodnight; a diverse mix of animals and humans that head off in the opposite direction, one of which happening to be Motya - the small, colourfully dressed, dark-skinned human beaming a polite smile, the group chatting and laughing with each other as they too could finally rest after another day of work. The wolf steps up into his trailer; a cute, mid-sized metallic caravan, increased in height to fit his larger size that held all the amenities it needed, plus a decent sized lounge where he could practice his acts - most of them, at least. The one he had in mind, however, was easily done inside, and would be the result of the glass vial that sat in his back pocket. He took it out, eyeing the crystallised, dark-green powder that moved around in the glass as the wolf inspected it a little closer, and a light red spreads upon his cheeks as he imagines the possibilities of the concoction.
A gift from a buddy of his, Kira: the powder possessed the unique ability of transmuting an object into another, with only the requirement of the base transmutation powder and the materials of said object. But, Swooce was curious of its limitations. The wolf had asked her about it a couple weeks back, having been invited round to see her test out her new alchemy recipes.
"Could it turn something alive? Such as, turning a... sword into a snake, for example?" She had eyed him curiously, but laughed as she instantly connected swords with his sword swallowing act.
"Jeez, Swooce; tryin' to get yerself killed?"
The wolf looked startled. "Huh-wh-what?"
"You wanna try swallowing a live snake? Some of 'em are venomous, ya know. Like, get-bitten-and-die, venomous."
The wolf sighed, looking away slightly in embarrassment but nonetheless unable to contain a grin. "You read people way too well, Kira."
Her mouth spread into a cheeky grin, the raccoon's yellow eyes darting about the large wolf's face, but her expression soon changed to that of thought. "I dunno... I mean, this transmutation is a new recipe, and even now I'm still finding out new things about it."
She looked about, and soon jumped up; grabbing what appeared to be an emerald from the side. "See this?"
The wolf looked at the green jewel and then returned her stare. "Yeah?"
She sat back down. "This was an apple."
The wolf's eyes widened, and he smiled. "Kira, that's amazing, well done!"
"Right?" she responded, but then sighed. "BUT - I didn't want emerald. I want'd peridot. Granted, I did probably mix up some of my peridot crystals with emerald, but I was certain the majority of it was peridot crystal. I'm gonna try it again, but I'm tellin' ya this to warn ya; it's still being tested. What if ya asked for a snake w'd no venom, and then got like... some sort of python, or whatever? If yer bitten inside, that's fuckin' dangerous, man, ser'sly."
The wolf was a bit upset by this, but that was definitely something he had to consider. "No, you're right; I'd test it first, of course."
Kira smiled: "I can do that for ya. I'll work on it tomorrow, and I'll come find ya, and report back, m'kay?"
Swooce nodded, returning the smile and gave the small raccoon a good hug. "I really appreciate it, thank you." He hefts his large body up, accidentally bumping his head into the wood panelled ceiling of Kira's cabin. "Oop - sorry!"
She laughed. "Dummy. See ya tomorrow night, ya lump."
With some DNA borrowed from the snake charmer - their name Swooce had yet to discover, seeing as they were the new guy - Kira's powder did actually work. She handed him the vial of dark-green powder, and showed him what was formerly worn out broom and now a long, rather thin, green snake. Although, it was rather-
"Is it, uh, dead?"
The two stood outside Kira's cabin, eyeing the lame snake.
"Ya know, that's what I was wond'rin'." Kira poked the snake with a bit of bamboo, and while it squirmed, it acted rather nonchalant, its little black tongue poking out now and then but that was it. "Man, what a dork. Is, uh, that what ya wanted?"
Swooce coughed awkwardly at the idea of what he 'wanted'. "Uh, not exactly. But, thinking about it, I don't think it would be morally right to do this anyway - I mean, a creature's a creature, right?"
Kira sighed. "Yeah, but... the transmutation can't make a real snake, ya dingus."
"What?"
"Yer never gonna get a fully reconstructed being; it's just gonna take on the properties of it, ya know? So, don't give a shit about hurtin' it coz, like... it's not got the ability to be hurt, ya know?"
Swooce was pleased, and his grin returned, but he attempted to hide it in order to retain some professionalism. "Ah, uh, yes... that's certainly excellent."
"Ya weirdo. Anyway, I gotta go, uh... do stuff," she said, heading into her cabin but quickly freezing. "Oh, fuck, I almost forgot: the anti-transmutation!"
She tossed over a grey powder which the wolf thankfully managed to catch. "Yer gonna need this shit if yer act goes haywire; it'll return it almost instantly, say a minute's time. Anyway, later!"
Swooce looked at the vial of grey powder, comparing it to the green one in his other paw, then looked at the snake. He leant down, his paw shaking a little as it approached the snake, quickly grabbing it by the 'neck' and holding it to his face. It flicked its little tongue at him, but didn't squirm even slightly. The wolf creeped his tongue out awkwardly, giving it a lick. iI tasted mildly bitter, but the texture still felt snake-like with the odd cold, rubbery flesh. He popped open the cork-closed vial and let a bit of the powder land on the snake. After a few seconds, the snake began to return to its former life as a broom, and after a minute more it was wooden once again.
"Man, that's weird," he said, a slight shiver going down his spine at the oddity of transformation. He heard Kira bang on her window.
"Yay, it work'd! I did see ya lick the snake tho'; that was weird. Anyway, see ya," she uttered, giving him a wink before closing the flowery curtains behind her.
The wolf looked back and blushed a little, coughing awkwardly again, looking at the broom once more before heading off.
Swooce was yet to try it again, though as he grabs three long swords from the wall of his trailer he was not particularly worried; presuming the powder was not going to change in its effect. His paws shook as he removes the vial from his pocket, sprinkling a bit of the powder onto the swords, his breathing beginning to increase as he waits for the transmutation to begin, watching with anticipation as the powder slowly sinks into them...
But nothing happens. He frowns, waiting for a few seconds but seeing no effect. He thinks, 'Maybe not enough?' Sprinkling some more on, the powder is absorbed, but again nothing happens.
"What the hell?" the wolf grunts, eyeing the swords in frustration. He closes his eyes and regulates his breathing, calming himself down. "It's fine. Maybe it only lasts for a while - I'll ask Kira to make some more."
The wolf feels a little downtrodden, but did not want to let it get in the way of practice. At least the powder had worked - that's what mattered. The wolf brings one of the swords above him, tilting his large head back and slowly lowers the long blade into his gullet until the handle halts it. He picks up another, sliding it inside slowly, glucking as he gently gulps around the blades. He slips the third one in, maintaining a strong balance as it's lowered inside, and its handle stopping it at his maw; the blades bulged out his throat, the wolf ensuring he did not move too much to prevent anything painful from happening. His paw reaches for the handle of one of the swords, but there wasn't one. His eyes widen as he reaches for the others, but they too were handle-less.
Swooce feels his neck suddenly tighten, and to his surprise the sword handles begin to extend, but actually bend round as if they were weighted down; as if they were...
"Snemphs?!" the wolf muffles, feeling his throat continue to swell as the swords develop the dark green of the powder, the sleek surface of the blades replaced with the cold, rubbery scales of the snake he had seen with Kira. They must have swollen to almost thrice their thickness before the snakes fully form; definitely a lot thicker than Kira's snake, and little under twice their size. 'Shit!' he thinks. 'I must have used too much powder!'
The wolf's head is forced back to accommodate the new 'swords', the snakes forcing him to unhinge his jaw, his grey cheeks and neck bulging greatly with their combined width. He wants to panic, but he calms himself, inhaling and exhaling what he could actually breathe. 'OK: this is a little surprising, but I'm just going to remove them, and it will be fine!" He grabs the collection of tails that were now trailing from his muzzle, and tries to tug them. Nothing. He tugs again, remembering they were not actually 'alive', and manages to pull them slightly before they begin to squirm.
He glurks as they start to writhe; his throat and cheeks aching as they squirm around in the tight tube of his oesophagus, their lengths wiggling and bouncing atop his stomach, a lot more alive than the other snake! He soon realises that these were actually the ends of the snakes, meaning their heads were already inside him, and were the resulting pain he felt in his stomach's opening. He grabs them again with both paws and tugs at them, but they were almost impossible to grip and soon the snakes react by slithering forward, writhing their way down the wolf's gullet; forced to swallow them down. He panics, reaching for the grey vial that he had put into his pocket, but recalls that they would reform into their original, sharp form. It was impossible: he was just going to have to swallow them.
Swooce can feel the snakes' heads hit the bottom of his stomach, twisting around randomly, probably as confused as any real snake would be in such a dark, ominous location. He grabs over his shirt-coated stomach and feels the snakes brush against his gut's walls, the undulation of the bulges growing as each snake formed individual coils around the stomach in an expectedly unordered pattern; his belly now a mess of shifting lumps that only increase as more of the snakes are swallowed down by the wolf. Much to his relief, he could see their tails' lengths gradually decreasing, but that did not stop the pain of the snakes as they slither down his gullet, his shirt's buttons now at the end of their tether as his hairy belly began to bulge out between the seams; the wolf quickly undoing them as his squirming gut is released from its confines. The wolf whines as his stomach was beginning to feel very heavy as the tubular reptiles were still wiggling around within his gut, his gut sagging as a mass of thick semi-circles of bulges, but knew he has to get it over and done with; the wolf using his strong throat muscles to gulp more of the tube-like creatures down. But, thankfully, he feels his ridiculously tight oesophagus and maw increase in space, his breathing flowing slightly better as the remaining snakes' tails are slurped inside, the wolf grunting as he could finally close his jaw around them. He whines and gulps continuously, hefting his body up and down to shoehorn them down, their lengths slowly receding into his stomach, and the bulges in his cheeks lessen as he swallows the rest. Finally, the throat's huge bulges slowly shrink down into his chest in thick, squirming bulges until they finally sink into his stomach.
He gasps, panting heavily, groaning as he rubs over his humungous stomach; the snakes still seemingly full of energy as they writhe around in his gut, his usual ball gut now some sort of lumpy, fur-coated sphere. The wolf staggers back and falls onto his couch, still breathing heavily as he tries to calm himself down. After a few moments he feels a little calmer, but naturally still finding it hard to concentrate with the commotion going on inside of him. Although, he could not deny it; despite the painful experience and the mass of weight he felt in his gut... it felt pretty good. No - really good. He was almost beginning to enjoy it, before he remembered that the snakes were actually swords, and that he was not aware of whether they would turn back or not without the anti-transmutation powder. He forces himself up, holding onto the squirming ball before him and waddles over to his desk, hefting his gut atop it; trying to stop a blush from appearing as he felt the snakes continue to shift around. He grabs his phone, picking it up in his paw and dialling Kira's number; praying she will be awake.
After a few seconds, she picks up the phone.
"Kira?! It's Swooce; I, uh... I tried the potion out."
"Man, yer lucky I'm still awake. Oh? Oh - good! So, have ya tried anythin' weir-"
"- Yes, and uh... is there any way of, uh... is there a powder that can dissolve things?"
"... Dissolve? Is this some Breaking Bad shit - ya gotta hide a body or somethin'?"
"NO - Jesus, Kira. No, I need something to, you know, melt... them. Inside me."
There was a long pause before the raccoon laughs. "Ohhh! I see. Hah, ya dingus. Yeah, yer lucky I do. I'll put it through yer letter box in the door, but I won't come in 'coz I wanna sleep tonight."
She ends the call, and five minutes later there's a knock on the door. The raccoon's grey paw is seen sheepishly dropping the vial through the letter plate as the glass vial is dropped onto the beige carpet; her fist forming a thumbs-up before it awkwardly slips back out with a soft "ow" heard outside.
The wolf shouts, "Thank you!" and hefts his belly up once more as he waddles over to the door, picking up the vial and noticing the black powder that tinkled around inside it. He quickly opens it and gulps only some of it down; being patient with any future use of Kira's alchemic concoctions. Soon enough, the writhing does stop, leaving still coils that still form the thick lumps in his furry belly. He sighs in relief, returning to the sofa, letting his stomach sit atop his lap. In all honesty, he really did enjoy the sensation of them squirming around in his stomach, although he did still find some pleasure in the weight his gut still contained, but soon the bulges were deforming; the object now disintegrating inside of him which was a little safer than potentially digesting a lot of metal.
After a few minutes, all that remains is a large bloated belly, white shirt splayed at its sides, the wolf rubbing idly over it as he ponders his... experience. It felt amazing, in all honesty. He paws at his hairy stomach and it sloshes and glorps in response, gurgling now and then. He could feel it had increased in size, which meant he could probably inflate himself a little better now which was a bonus! He was so glad the curtain had been closed, or else the situation would have looked a tad odd. He peers through them, looking out into moonlight that shone through the now dark lounge.
Sword swallowing was something the wolf was good at, but he would probably want a little practice when it came to swallowing something a little more 'alive'.