Being Liam's Lunch (Vore Day 2022)

A tale for Vore Day! I'm still in recovery atm (more here if you missed the update on that: https://www.furaffinity.net/journal/10258618/ ) but wanted to release something fun for 8/8. Enjoy! C:

You get the chance to be lunch for your businessman roommate, Liam. Finally, you can be the lion-bear's food. . . :3
[M/reader, Willing, Oral Soft, Fatal]
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You’ve known for ages that you want to be eaten by Liam—and the opportunity to be his food comes quicker than expected, much to your delighted surprise.

You’re sitting down with your lion-bear roommate, trying not to stare as he shovels rice & beans into his mouth for dinner.  Every lick of his tongue, every audible /gulp/, and every stomach growl. . . Fuck, it does so much to you that you feel like you’re about to burst.

Not that Liam would know it.  If you know one thing about him, it’s that he has a level of apathy towards the world that seems almost incomprehensible.  His repeated use of the word, “Whatever,” has to have broken some world record by now.  And yet, he holds down a steady business job at a nearby technology company, leaving and coming back to the apartment in impeccable suits.  Which honestly makes the fantasy of being his food even hotter, thinking about making his gut bulge out in those clothes. . .!

You clear your throat and focus on your own dinner, munching quietly across from Liam.  You’ve wanted to be his prey since the day you two met, when he was looking for a roommate to split rent with ages ago.  And today, your chance finally comes.

“How’s your day?” you casually ask the brown lion-bear, watching his blue paw lift his spoon to his mouth.

“It was whatever,” he replied flatly, shrugging.  “Just the usual.  Though. . .”  He lets out a little sigh.  “The cafeteria at the office’s closed for a bit.”

“Oh?  Why is that?”

“Some kind of maintenance issue, I’ve heard,” Liam tells you.  “I usually get food there during my break—now I gotta figure out what to take for lunch tomorrow.”

Your heart skips a beat.  Could this be it?  Fuck it, you better take your chance!  “Um, I think I have an idea for what you could bring.”

“Oh yeah?” he asks, sounding bored.  “What you got?”

You swallow hard, then force the words out, nervous as hell: “W-Well, you could always take m-me!”

There’s a long pause.  “You want to . . . visit my job?” the lion-bear asks.  “I mean, you could, but I don’t see how that’ll get me my lunch. . .”

“W-What I’m saying,” you stammer, “i-is that, err, I could come with you and /be/ your lunch if you’d like. . .”

Another moment of silence.  Liam has been looking down at his food, but his head slowly comes up, until he’s looking right at you.  “Let me get this straight,” he says, raising an eyebrow.  “You want to get /eaten/ by /me/?”

“Um, yeah. . .” you reply, feeling awkward.  “I’ve always wanted to be food for a predator . . . a-and you’ve always struck me as the perfect one!  S-So, what do you say?”

The lion-bear looks thoughtful for a moment, and he rubs his chin.  “Well, you do look pretty satisfying, I guess,” he notes, making your heart skip a beat.  “And if you were gone, I am making enough to pay for the apartment until I get another roommate. . .”

He shrugs.  “Eh, what the hell.  You can be lunch tomorrow.  Should be tasty.”

Your heart fills with delight.  “Oh, thank you, Liam!” you exclaim, in disbelief that after all this time, it’s finally, /actually/ happening.  “Thank you so much!”

“Whatever,” your roommate responds, shrugging.  “If you’re willing to be food, I’m not gonna turn you down.”  He pauses, then says, “Though that means you’re /dead/ after tomorrow. . . You know that, right?”

You nod eagerly.  “I know the consequences—I know food gets digested, and doesn’t come back,” you tell him.  “It’s the perfect way to go out.  And I know being digested is going to be great with you as the predator.”

A smile crosses his face.  “Cool,” he replies.  “You got any last requests then?  Should make your last day a little special.”

You think, then ask shyly, “Maybe . . . I could put my head on my stomach as your eating?  I-I’ve always wanted to listen to it. . .”

Liam looks a little surprised, but he doesn’t refuse you.  “Yeah, sure, whatever.  Get over here.”

You obey, going in front of the lion-bear and getting on your knees.  You lay your head on his rotund belly, pressing your ear against its soft surface.  “Alright, I’m gonna keep eating,” Liam tells you.  A moment later, he does just that.

You get a front-row seat to his stomach’s frantic activity: the chamber growls furiously as new food enters it, sloshing and churning as the chewed-up rice & beans plops inside.  Your heart races with excitement as you listen to it all, and you almost want to pull your pants down as masturbate right there in the kitchen.  You’re going to /be/ the food in that stomach tomorrow—broken down just like that rice & beans.  And you can hardly wait.

Soon, Liam’s eaten his dinner, and he lets out a, “BUURP,” which makes you even more aroused.  “That was good, I guess,” your roommate mutters.  He looks down.  “You have a good time down there?”

You nod eagerly, lifting up your head.  “Oh yeah,” you reply.  “M-Maybe I can listen to it more as your food digests?”

The lion-bear shrugs.  “Yeah, that’s cool.  Just let me put on a movie first so I can chill while you do that.”

And that’s how the two of you end up on the couch, with Liam lying down with his legs spread, and you lying between them, with your ear against his churning gut.  He’s put on some kind of bad horror movie (his favorite cinema subcategory), but you’re barely listening to it.  You’re transfixed by the beautiful noises coming from his round belly, having a great time listening to his dinner get broken down, bit by bit.  His stomach grumbles loudly as it does this task, and you hear fluids getting tossed around inside, splashing all over the place.

You imagine those fluids on your body, and find yourself blushing, getting extremely turned on by all of this.  Your life as a piece of food—and for the pred of your dreams—will soon become tangible reality.  And the thought of that makes you smile.

You close your eyes as the stomach continues it processes, and at some point, you drift off to sleep.  In your dreams, Liam’s gut continues to churn and groan—not underneath you, but around you, surrounding your body as it contains you as a living piece of food.  You are rubbed by hungry belly walls and covered in digestive fluids, until you are finally reduced to chyme, like any other meal.

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When you wake up (in your bed—Liam must have carried you there), you’re a bit disappointed that the dream wasn’t real.  But you remind yourself that it /will/ be real very soon, and smile as you get ready for the day.

You call in sick at your own job, and wrap up a few loose ends, putting in a document on your computer that you willingly gave yourself as food to Liam, in case anyone doubts that later.  After getting dressed, you leave your room and walk outside, grinning even wider.

Liam, ready to leave, is eating breakfast in the kitchen, pouring syrup on a waffle.  “Hey,” he says in greeting, giving you a nod.  “You wanna listen to my stomach again?  I don’t care either way, but you seemed to like it last time, so. . .”

“Oh yes, please!” you agree.  “I would love that!”

He nods, and unbuttons part of his suit, exposing his belly for you.  You get in position and happily listen in as he eats, loving the way his gut gets more and more demanding as it gets fuller and fuller.  You hope you can fill the lion-bear up just right, give him immense satisfaction as his meal.  Fuck, you can’t wait to be his lunch. . .!

Finally, Liam finishes breakfast and gently pushes your head away, standing from the table.  You let out a sad whine, but he chuckles and says, “Relax.  You’ll be in there later, don’t worry,” which makes you even more eager.  He buttons his suit back and tells you, “Alright, we gotta go.”

The lion-bear leads you out the door, then into his car, and the two of you navigate to his work.  It’s not a very far drive, and soon, Liam is parking in the back of a tall building, turning off his vehicle.  “We’re here,” he announces, stepping outside.  “C’mon.”

You follow him across the parking lot and into the building, where the two of you stop in a gray lobby area.  “Morning Liam,” a woman behind a desk calls; her nameplate reads, “Aqua: Office Manager”.  “You have a guest?”

“Yeah, lunch for later,” the lion-bear casually mentions, which makes you turn bright red.  “Can I get a visitor’s pass?”

The Office Manager smiles.  “Why, of course.”  She sets you up with a pass, and then gestures to a hallway to the left.  “All good to go!”

“Thanks, Aqua,” Liam says.  You follow him down to the elevator, where the two of you go up to the 3rd floor.  When you step off, you are greeted by various cubicles, as well as separate office doors on the walls surrounding them.

“Morning Liam!” a man at the first cubicle calls.  “Got a visitor?”

“Yeah, my roommate volunteered to be my lunch,” the lion-bear replies with a yawn, making you blush again. “So Aqua had to make a visitor’s pass.”

“Oh, you’re lucky!” the man exclaims.  He gestures to you, “The way they look, you’re gonna be full for the rest of the /day/—plus, living meals are always fun to eat.”  He winks at Liam.  “I’m sure your break is going to be quite nice!”

Your roommate nods.  “Thanks.  Now, if you excuse me, I gotta get to work.”

He leads you down the hall.  As you go, various coworkers greet him and comment on your presence.  Liam makes a similar response to before, which makes you react, and his colleagues make various comments.  Some comment on you filling you look, others teasingly ask to switch lunches with Liam; some ask if he’s taste-tested you and jokingly volunteer to do it themselves, others say how they’re going to see the lion-bear with a big belly later.  It’s all very flattering, and only makes you more excited. . .!

Finally, Liam reaches a door at the corner and uses a key to unlock it, stepping inside.  You follow him, and find a very nice office space, with an impeccable desk, long couch, several chairs, and various shelves.  “You can lay down there,” he tells you, gesturing to the couch.  “Lunch starts at 11:30.  I’ll eat you then, alright?”

“Oh yeah,” you reply, smiling.  “I’m looking forward to it.”

Liam shrugs, but you can see his little smile is back.  “Me too.”

You get comfortable and watch Liam work for a bit, but soon find yourself drifting off to sleep.  When you wake up, Liam’s wrapping up a conference call, and once he hangs up, he takes off headphones and turns to you.  “11:30,” he announces, rubbing his belly, which gurgles longingly.  “Time for lunch.”

You nod and stand up.  “I’m yours now,” you tell your roommate, smiling.  “H-How do you want to eat me?”

“Naked,” the lion-bear replies, pointing to you.  “Take off your clothes and lie back down on the couch, stomach-up.  Got it?”

“Got it,” you confirm.  You strip, showing off your body to Liam and hoping he likes what he sees, that it only makes you more delicious to the predator.  Then, you get back down on the couch.

“Legs together, arms at your sides,” your roommate orders.  You obey, and he nods approvingly.  “Looking good. . . Well, taste test first, I suppose.”

He kneels on the floor besides you and leans forward.  Then, his tongue laps up your belly hugely with a loud /SLUUUURP!/  You cry out in surprised delight, and watch as the predator leans back, and thinks for a minute, savoring your taste on his tongue.

“Not bad,” he murmurs, nodding again.  “Really not bad. . .”

He comes forward and licks you once more, then another time, and another.  The lion-bear is soaking your stomach with drool, and making his way upwards. . .

He speaks as he does so.  “Y’know, everyone got distracted on the conference call,” he tells you, chuckling.  “People saw you on the couch, Raymond mentioned you're my lunch, and people got /pretty/ jealous.”

His tongue swirls on top of your chest, pressing against your nipples.  You moan, and he continues, “Everyone started commenting on how /tasty/ you look, how they would love to slurp you up too, and that you’re going to make a very satisfying meal. . . I didn’t fully get what all the fuss was about.  But now I think I understand.”

Liam glazes your collarbone, then leans back with a smile.  “Your flavor is amazing,” he tells you.  “This is gonna be the best lunch I’ve had in a long-ass time.”

Your heart explodes with happiness, and you can’t contain the grin on your face.  “Thank you,” you whisper to your roommate.  “I’m so glad.”

“Me too,” he replies.  Then, his belly grumbles impatiently, and the lion-bear says, “Looks like I can’t wait anymore.  Let me go feet-first—it’s time for me to eat.”

He stands up, and gets back down in front of your toes, sitting on the ground so that they’re right in front of his muzzle.  Then, his mouth begins to open wide.

You’ve seen it in glimpses at meals here and there, and during yawns, but now, you get a full, uninterrupted view of Liam’s beautiful maw.  His tongue and canines glisten with saliva, which drips from his teeth and the roof of his mouth.  Behind those, his uvula dangles, and his throat beckons you inside, down to where you truly belong. . .

The lion-bear picks up your ankles and holds them for a few seconds.  Then, he shoves them inside of his hungry mouth.

You let out a delighted scream as your feet are forced into the wet, dripping chamber, covered with saliva and spit, surrounded by moist breath.  This is where food goes—where food /belongs/.  And now, you’re in there too, like the lunch you are.

It’s finally begun.  And you can’t wait to be all inside of Liam.

Your roommate’s tongue becomes active, licking your toes, lapping you up all the way down to your ankles, covering you in even more spit.  Now your feet are even wetter than before—/that/ didn’t seem possible, but here you are!  Your smile is even wider now, and you let out a delighted laugh, watching that tongue greedily taste you.  Fuck, he is /hungry/!  And you are here to satisfy him. . .

Then, your feet are shoved to the back of the mouth, making your breath catch in surprise.  Could it be?  A moment later, your suspicions are confirmed: a loud /GULP/ sounds as you’re forced down Liam’s throat, sucked into it and tugged forward at the same time.

You look and see a bulge in his esophagus, so big it’s visible from the outside.  That’s the mark /you’re/ making on him as his meal—you squeal in delight!  Oh, you can’t wait for more of you to be swallowed whole. . . And just wait until you get to his /stomach/. . .!

Liam continues this pattern with you, lapping up more and more of your legs, tasting each part thoroughly, before swallowing it down with the rest of you.  Each step fills you with delight and satisfaction, and you love the way he tastes you, love the way he sucks you inside of him, love the way his swallows are visible to you from the outside.  It’s intoxicating, hypnotic, the way you’re satisfying his hungry predator, and marking him as he swallows you—as you are eaten as his food.

And soon, you reach where food ultimately belongs.

As the lion-bear is finishing your calves, you feel your toes brush against a barrier, and end to the esophagus.  Your heart skips a beat as you realize what that must be: the sphincter, the closed wall between the throat, and the. . .!

/SLURP!/  Another gulp forces more of you down, and your feet burst forward, sliding past the sphincter and entering a new, open space—one you immediately know.  You wiggle your toes in delight, feeling thick, humid air surround them as you do.  A moment later, your roommate’s stomach lets out a loud /groooooooan/, a sound that reverberates around the belly, whose waves make your skin tingles.  That confirms what you’re already aware of, making it even more real: you’re in Liam’s /stomach/!

And once you’re in there, the predator speeds up the eating process.  He still tastes and savors you before swallowing, but now does it faster, sucking you in with rapid, eager hunger.  As he does, more and more of you fills up his gut: your legs are pulled in deeper, and they soon hit the floor of the belly.  It is soft and rubbery, wet with a layer of moisture, and as you press against it, his stomach stretches out.  You make it grow more and more as your big body expands the lion-bear’s insides—before you know it, only everything above your shoulders is left to swallow down, and his belly.  Is. /Huge/!

Liam looks at you with hungry, thankful eyes—he sees you as a person still, but you know that you’re more food than anything else.  At least, you’d like to think so.  You give him a nod and say, “Thanks for having me—I hope I was everything you need for lunch, Liam.”

The lion-bear smiles.  He doesn’t say a word: he just opens his mouth, and sucks the last big bite of you in with a /SLOOOORP!/  Guess that tells you everything you need to know—mainly, that you were /definitely/ everything he needed for his meal.

You smile inside of his mouth, your head damp and moist thanks to the air.  A moment later, you are ravaged by your roommate’s hungry tongue, which only makes your face even more wet!  He laps you up very eagerly, and soon, you are completely soaked with saliva.  Which means there’s only one thing left to do.

Liam pushes your head to the back of his throat.  Then, a /GULP/ sucks you down his esophagus, which squeezes tightly around your head and sends you down bit by bit.  Your heart pounds with anticipation as you feel more and more of you enter his ravenous belly.  /Fuck/, you’re finally almost there. . .!

And soon, you arrive!  Your head enters the stomach with a /POP/, pushing you past the sphincter and in with the rest of your body, which is curled into a tight ball. You look around with a smile, taking the place all in.

The red stomach walls constantly move and gurgle, not letting up as they squeeze your body, letting out sound after sound.  Their juices drip around the belly, but for now, there isn’t much of them.  For the moment, the big, circular chamber holds you in a tight hug, a snug fit that makes you feel /exactly/ like the helpless piece of meat you are—which only makes the experience that much better.

“Ahhhhhhhhh,” Liam sighs outside.  You feel his hands patting the belly.  “You tasted good, roomie.  Made an amazing lunch, I’d say.  How do you feel in there?”

“I feel great!” you reply, smiling as you get comfortable in the hungry belly.  “Thank you so much for eating me—I’m so happy I got to be your food at last. . .”

“Hey, I’m glad you volunteered yourself to me,” the lion-bear told you.  “Wouldn’t have done this if not for that.  So thanks for taking that first step.  Sure gave me a fantastic meal.”

You blush.  “You’re welcome.”

“Cool.”  Liam yawns, and then says, rubbing his stomach again, “I’m gonna show off my gut to some of my coworkers—some of them wanted to see it after I ate you.  Then when the break’s over, I’ll get back to work.  Have a good time in there.  Lunch was great.”

You smile.  You couldn’t be more delighted with how this went.  Now, all that’s left is to enjoy your time inside the lovely gut, and get completely overcome by it. . . But the latter will come later.  For now, you lean happily against the belly walls, getting cozy in the soft stomach.

As Liam goes around to his coworkers, you can hear the lion-bear’s voice quite well, but the other party’s reply is a bit muffled—still, when you listen close, you get the gist of what’s going on.  He shows off to his gut to various people, and they have various reactions—delight, envy, admiration, surprise, and many others.  You smile and continuously blush as you hear excited voices go on about his stomach and how tasty his meal must have been.  You couldn’t be more proud for being such a good lunch.

More than a few ask to touch your roommate’s stomach, which you can feel from the inside—various hands press against your form, making you squirm in delight and the stomach gurgle with glee.  Some put one hand against the belly, others put more—and sometimes, they gently rub his gut too, making for a soothing time as you are rubbed in turn.  A few give aggressive squeeze that push against you—this makes the belly react more, letting out more groans, and making you moan in delight as the stomach seems to want to digest you then and there!  But when the hand retreats, the activity settles down, and you’re left panting with excitement.

A few people even put their ear against the surface, just like you did when Liam was eating.  You can feel it when somebody’s head lands on top of the belly, and you can’t help but squirm a bit, wondering how much of you they can hear.  It’s exciting, thrilling to have somebody peeking in on your existence as food, and you blush every single time.

This is how the day goes: sometimes you’re just resting in the cozy stomach, feeling the walls shift around you and hearing them gurgle, and other times, people are admiring Liam’s belly, and your place within it.  You treasure both of these times, enjoying the relaxation inside of the lovely, treasured space, but also loving being fawned over, admired inside of the lion-bear’ huge gut, a subject of envy and praise.  Truly, you couldn’t be happier like this.

Eventually, Liam has to head home, and you take a little nap during the drive.  When he gets back home and plops down on the couch, you wake up, and feel the lion-bear gently rub his gut, letting out happy sighs as his hand pushes against you.

“I think it’s almost time for you to digest,” he murmurs.  “It’s a shame it has to end . . . but all food has to be broken down eventually, even the best bites.  Are you ready?”

“I am,” you reply, not hesitating for even a second.  “I can’t wait to be part of you, Liam. . . I’ve been looking forward to it.”

The lion-bear chuckles.  “That’s what I wanted to hear.  Alright then, roomie.  Enjoy getting turned to mush.”

There is a bit of a break after that, more of the same as the gut lets out soft grumble around you.  But then, its loudest growl yet sounds out, and you feel liquid congealing on the walls, dripping off and landing on the floor of the gut.  It’s finally begun.

The stomach acids run down faster, and as they splash on your form, you start to feel more and more tingly.  It’s a strange sensation, but not an unwelcome one, and it certainly reminds you of your place.  You’re just a piece of food, at the belly’s mercy.  And it’s going to utterly break you. . .

That thought makes you moan, and you reach between your legs, playing with your privates as the digestive process continues.  The gut rumbles more and more, its gurgles becoming louder than ever, and as fluids come down once again, the walls squeeze hard against your body.  They smother you with juices and compress your form; meanwhile, a large pool forms at the floor of the gut, and it’s rising up to your chest now.

The whole thing is a perfect storm as the belly fights to turn you to chyme, and you couldn’t be more turned on by it all.  You let out loud moans and continue masturbating, letting the tingling all around your body guide you to climax.  “Please,” you beg Liam, “tell me I’m just your food now. . .”

The lion-bear chuckles and rubs his gut.  “With pleasure,” he replies.  “You’re just my meal now, roomie—nothing but a nice, big lunch.  Did you think it would ever come to this, you ending up as just bear food?  I’m certainly glad it did . . . aren’t you?”

You climax then and there, liquids pouring from your privates as you orgasm for the last and best time in your life.  You pant as you lean against the walls, smiling as the tingling spreads more and the pool reaches your shoulders. . . Fuck, you feel faint now.  “Thanks,” you tell Liam.

“You’re welcome,” the predator replies.  “See ya.  Thanks for being my meal.”

With that, you lean against the wall and close your eyes, slowly drifting off as you get weaker and weaker.  It doesn’t take long for you to pass out, and once you do, the stomach starts to really digest you, squishing your body harder than ever. . .

Liam smiles and rubs his belly, letting out a happy sigh as you are broken down.  Damn, you were such a tasty dinner!  Plus, having you in his gut not only brought plenty of admiration . . . but also, plenty of other willing meals.  He has a list of people now, which certainly solves his lunch problem!  And it’s all because of you.

He leans back on the couch and listens to his stomach roar.  You were an amazing dinner—he’s sure nothing will be able to top you.  And he’s very glad you spoke up to be his food.

You were a dinner he’ll never forget.