Circ gets certified
It's circutron's Birthday :D
So, recently, Circ has liked the idea of being a pudgy kitty instead of a skinny kitty, and this is kinda leading off a story Circ wrote for HT, in which vore is a licensed privileged that you have to pass an exam to be a pred.
You basically have to prove you can swallow someone, keep them alive inside you, then let them out safely. Furthermore, there's reconstitution machines for when you want to digest prey.
In this story, HT's already put my otter Sean through the wringer to get him to pass the safe pred certification, so the coon has set his sights on Circ as his next trainee pred.
Adult for vore, implied sexuality, and fucking cussing yo.
All of the characters belong to their owners
Circutron groaned aloud. "Do I gotta?"
Sean chuckled from his position on the couch, "Don't be an infant."
"Don't you dare use Bones against me, fish-breath!" The cat said from his current location of on the ground, panting heavily. His glare at the lutrine was broken by the procynid stepping in between, hefting a body double.
HT mooshed the fake body against Circutron's face feetfirst, "Open wide, kitty. You gotta pass the SPC too, just like Sean did."
"Just because you want more options on guts to fatt-mmph!" The feline learned the hard way that you didn't talk while a raccoon was attempting to force-feed you.
Sean chuckled and reclined on the couch with his laptop, idly tap-tapping away. "Just swallow, kitty, it'll be easier." The otter spoke from experience; HT had a very single-minded approach to training bellies.
The raccoon grinned, stuffing the dummy down Circutron's throat, watching it bulge the kitty's already pudgy chest, before starting to force his soft, padded belly to distend. "You know, if you just don't wuss out this time, I think you'll get it all in, no problem." The fattest male in the room put all his weight on the dummy's shoulders, forcing it down toward the feline's maw rapidly.
Circ moaned muffledly, but not the sharp moan of pain, or the dull moan of ache, but the soft, embarrassed moan of pleasure, as he was force-fed the person-sized training equipment. His lips were finally starting to close back up as the dummy's shoulders slipped in.
Sean hummed to himself, typing away. What the force-fed feline didn't know was that he was filling out Circ's application for a certification test.
HT pulled his hands away, then started rubbing at Circ's neck, coaxing the tired feline to swallow again and again, until the dummy was fully removed from sight. "There we go, kitty... Get up."
Circ groaned in protest.
Sean sighed, "I can get up from the ground with HT's fat ass weighing my gut down, kittybutt."
"WELL GOOD FOR YOU ASSFACE." The cat yowled at the otter, who appeared to be holding in giggles.
HT poked Circ's nose. "If you're not gonna stand up, or at least get upright, swallowing the required amount of air isn't gonna be easy."
Circ moaned, "Like I'm ever gonna not digest, we've got a damn Reconst Engine."
"It's the law, kitty. And you know how endo we are." Sean chuckled.
"Not you too!" The feline groaned, pointing at Sean.
The otter grinned, "Hey, you're the self-proclaimed dom of this group, act like it."
Circ growled, sitting up with a grunt and swiveling around to face the couch, "Grin like that with my dick in your mouth!"
"I think that might hurt, maybe you should rethink that." Sean quipped.
Grunting with exertion, Circ got up, stumbling over himself a bit from the dead weight in his gut.
"Thanks for the encouragement, Sean." HT rumbled, and groped over the stretched outline of the dummy in the feline's belly.
"Any time, Yak-boy." The otter saluted.
Circ looked bewildered for a moment, then slapped his paw against his face. "You two are the biggest assholes."
"So will you once HT gets you on the anal training regimen." Sean grinned.
"Cock." Circ swore.
"Nah, that's the sounding rods. Pay attention." Sean smirked.
The feline looked like he was about to lunge at the otter, arms outstretched in neck-wringing position.
Sean calmly opened his mouth, so that any such lunges lead to the wrong side of his throat.
"Ah-ah-ah, no eating the kitty while he's training. Especially when he's got equipment in his gut." HT scolded, and kneaded over the feline's belly firmly, "Now swallow air."
Circ grunted and tried to swallow, belching instead.
Sean rolled his eyes, "If I did eat him, I'd just wait for him to be my fat, then spit up the dummy. Simple."
"You trying to fail your test, cat? Swallow air!" HT rubbed firmly against the cat's throat with a thumb.
The cat swallowed desperately at nothing, until the taut form of the dummy in his belly grew less distinct, the walls pulling away at the air pressure increased.
"Passable. Now, we gotta wait half an hour before you can spit that thing up. Sean's monitoring oxygen levels in your gut-"
"I am?"
"YES YOU ARE." HT shot a glare, before clearing his throat. "So, you gotta keep fresh air circulating into your gut by belching and swallowing air repeatedly."
Sean worked his remote, pointed at the TV, "and I got your timer right here..."
Circ turned to look at the TV, only to find himself being tossed back onto the couch by the raccoon, who flumped down next to him, pinning the trainee between the fatty and the pudgy.
The otter looped his arm around Circ's shoulder, "Now, let's see how well you regulate your stomach when you want to vomit."
He pressed play. Circ stared at the screen, "What have you done?"
"Oh, just the most quality live action made for Disney channel television show there is..." Sean cooed teasingly.
"You didn't." The cat's eyes widened, as a feral dog with an obnoxious collar and dog tag appeared on screen, and winked in a really fake CGI effect.
"I'm not even this cruel, otter." HT chuckled.
Circ screamed as the title card came up. "DOG WITH A BLOG!!"
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The next day, Sean was sprawled out on the couch, watching TV, when he got a text message. Lazily, the otter reached for his phone, and slid his thumb across the screen.
The text read: "I'm a certified pred now, asshole."
Sean chuckled, and was about to put his phone down when a picture was sent through after the text.
Using his thumb to open it, he found himself looking at a glorious vore-selfie, the feline holding his camera-phone at arm's length, showing off HT's arms dangling out of his maw, giving a double thumbs up, just the barest hint of the procynid's shit eating grin in the darkness of the back of the cat's maw.
Sean blushed a bit, then perked as he heard the door open. He checked the time-stamp on the text. "Fuckin' phone company..."
Circ slammed the door and grunted as he waddled over to the couch, his gut audibly groaning and gurgling.
Sean blushed deeper, and something told him to set his laptop aside. The moment he did, the cat flopped right onto him, making the couch loudly complain at the weight of HT and Circ hitting it at once.
Circ purred, grinning down at the pinned otter, "Hey shitface."
"Hi Coonbreath." Sean managed.
The feline ground his softening gut against the pinned lutrine, licking his lips. "You know, I think it was worth it..."
"Knew you'd see it our way." Sean murmured as he felt the form inside the cat getting less and less defined.
"And once HT's all fat for my sexy body..." Circ growled, "Well, you know where you're going~"
Sean moaned softly, writhing under the cat.
The feline leaned in and nipped at the otter's ear. "Right to my hips~"
"F-Fuck..." Sean whimpered.
"Good idea." Circ leaned back off of the otter, and started to undress him. "A great way to pass the time until HT's ass fat."
Sean blushed and squirmed, but the only thing he could think to say was, "J-just use lube this time, asswipe..."