Happy vore day! This is a picture I had pretty much completely done prior to my partner in crime's computer loss, so after this it might be a while before I release any new stuff, giving him time to replace it. You know the drill.

I tried some new things with this story! Specifically, the theme of it is very different and the format is very different as a consequence of the prey almost never speaking. I hope you enjoy it all!

(Story)
A feminine pair of gloved hands grasped a computer keyboard, typing away at the mechanical surface. A wall of text spilled fourth before her on a screen, each press of the keys adding to the narrative...

The Effects of Endosomatic Healing on Human Amputees

Dr. Ciel
The Resistance of Neo Arcadia

I have demonstrated, through a trial on a living human, the potential to heal wounds previously only treatable with prosthetics using a symbiotic, endosomatic therapy. To do this I had to treat my body with relaxin and...

The paper goes on for a while, describing Ciel's acquisition of a willing test subject and the the methods of preparing her body for the procedure. For reasons of comfort and avoiding unfortunate implications she had chosen to use her stomach instead of her womb. The subject, a young man identified simply as "Hall", appeared to have been the victim of an industrial accident that took his arm. It then begins discussing what actually happened.

...I made sure to unclip my bra for fear of choking as I tried to pass the subject through my throat. After I made sure the subject was calm and comfortable with what was about to happen I gently guided him to lean into me and kissed his forehead. For all future experimentation I would heavily recommend that the subject bathe directly beforehand, as the taste is not particularly flattering. You may also wish to make use of your favorite sauce to ease the trip.

As I proceeded onwards, distending my mouth to envelop his head, I found it difficult to lift his weight. I had to wrestle with him a little to get him into position for further swallowing, but by bracing myself against a nearby wall I was able to lift him over my head with great difficulty and allow gravity to help guide him deeper inside of me. At this point his descent became rapid. I could hardly wet him with my tongue fast enough, the strain on my throat being the only barrier to him sliding straight down. The feeling of him squirming inside of my throat was a surreal one, but thankfully the biggest risk to account for was ultimately gagging.

The feeling of him entering my stomach is difficult to describe. It was sensual in an unexpected way and even a little ticklish, to my tittering. The sensation of his head grinding up against my pelvis was almost overwhelming in that I had perhaps underestimated his presence. Seeing and feeling my own body distend outwards as my belly expanded to accommodate his form was surreal and stole my breath away several times as I watched indistinct protrusions travel up and down my body.

I immediately grasped my stomach, wobbling slightly as I struggled with my new-found weight. I would recommend that for future experimentation that one do this while sitting to allow them time to adjust in a more relaxed environment. The sensation of gas rising upwards was very strong, though I resisted the temptation to burp for fear of depriving the subject of air. It is important that they stay relaxed, as hyperventilation drastically lowers the amount of time they can spend in your stomach unassisted.

For a moment I allowed the subject to get comfortable, rubbing my stomach to sooth it and the subject. It was difficult to stand, the weight and the sensual movements from within giving way to a striking weakness in my knees. At this point I re-attached my bra to prevent the subject from coming back up in the event I got sick. My stomach became embarrassingly noisy as he moved around, loud gurgles nearly drowning his voice out as I confirmed that he was okay. His head had wound up at the bottom of my stomach, his weight pressing downwards upon him and causing a phenomenon I can only describe as, pardon my wording, "talking crotch syndrome".

Momentary awkwardness aside, I was able to convince the subject to stop squirming with a bit of 'assertive' scolding so that I might not have to fight to maintain balance. At this point I began to drink a liquid fluorocarbon mixture. I did this until the pressure in my stomach became too great and I was forced to stop and belch to make room. Thankfully, the subject was too busy getting used to liquid breathing to comment. This solution of course was designed to simultaneously provide oxygen in the long term and neutralize my stomach acids.

I spent the next few hours bonding with the subject, helping them to feel more comfortable and discussing our feelings on the matter. For future reference, the effects of having someone in your stomach is very similar to being pregnant in that you will have to urinate a lot. After each trip to the bathroom you should make sure to top your stomach back off, so as not to risk the subject's safety. My stomach felt very tight and taut, though I was able to withstand further stretching without any jarring pain. I'm a little concerned about whether the drugs and hormones I used to achieve this level of elasticity in my own body would work on males, however. I strongly recommend that testing be done prior to further experimentation.

The subject remarked that my stomach was uncomfortably tight and alarmingly slimy, a thick ooze covering him. He also stated that it was uncomfortably hot and that the smell was quite unpleasant, unsurprisingly akin to vomit. These were an expected complaint however and I could only console and comfort him in saying it would become more bearable over time. Communication became more difficult after I induced liquid breathing, but I was able to make out words in a quiet room. The subject removed lucid enough to respond to directions and play simple games, as well as communicate both verbally and with 'firm pokes' as well as hand gestures. I was able to clearly feel any movement made.

I would recommend that anyone serving as the incubator do regular walking exercises to maintain muscle strength and help them get used to their new weight. In this next part of the report I will be discussing the progress of the subject's healing and the 'regenerative' prowess of endos--



...A sudden jolt of movement from within her broke Ciel's concentration. A hand shaped bulge appeared on her bloated stomach and she found herself giggling at the sensation of her flesh distending around the boy's good hand. It was a silly gesture really, and she returned it in kind by placing her smaller hand upon his.

"How's it going in there?" she asked casually, holding her hand to her belly in a soothing manner. To her shock her belly began to bulge and distend in various directions, as if he were struggling. It was an uncomfortable sensation and she wobbled dangerously on her feet, but managed to keep her balance. Giggling, she grasped her stomach with both hands. "Hey now! Settle down in there. If you keep squirming so much you'll give me indigestion. You don't want that~" she remarked somewhat humorously. The fluid in her stomach could be heard sloshing about, followed by a heavily muffled question Ciel could make out vaguely as "Why not?" Ciel snickered again, shifting her weight to one hip and beginning to walk. "Becaaaause... You're not fully healed yet, and either way you wouldn't be coming out the way you got in." she remarked, her voice getting a bit quieter as she attempted to gently ease the other into the idea of being defecated.

It went about as well as she expected, a series of squirming motions threatening her balance once again as she walked. Thankfully the heat of her belly was keeping Hall somewhat weakened, making his struggles more than bearable. Ciel snickered. "Don't worry, that's a long way's off, and on the bright side it'll be like you were never hurt!" she remarked, attempting to further ease him into the idea. The struggles ceased reluctantly, giving Ciel cause to resume rubbing her belly in a soothing manner.

The trial was going pretty well, actually!~
(Story End)

Artemis: Questions, comments and awful jokes are nice~ I always enjoy knowing someone liked what I made.

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