Night Shift Vore

You arrive at the facility just after midnight. The building is enormous, dark, and already quiet in the wrong way. Your assigned station is in the main security office near the central hallway. The monitors flicker on. Power reads 100%.

The cameras show empty party rooms, a dark stage, and long halls. Somewhere deeper in the building, other guard stations are already occupied. You can hear distant doors and occasional heavy footsteps, but nothing has reached your area yet.

Your tools are simple:

• Left and right doors (close them to block the halls)
• Camera system (check rooms and halls)
• Limited power

The night ends at 6 AM. Until then, anything that reaches your office with the doors open will not hesitate.

How do you start your shift?

Night 2 – Inside

You are already dead.

The last thing you clearly remember is the door failing and the sudden, overwhelming pressure of a throat. Now you are nothing but thick, hot slurry shifting inside a massive, soft belly. The acids finished you hours ago. What remains of you is heavy, warm, and constantly moving as the predator walks.

She barely acknowledges you. You are just weight and gas now.

Right now she is stalking another night guard. You can feel the slow, heavy sway of her body as she moves through the dark halls. Her belly hangs low and full, occasionally pressing against walls or door frames with a soft, wet sound. Every few steps she lets out a low, rumbling belch or a long, wet fart that makes her gut clench and shift around you.

BRRRRPT GURGLE PFRRRRT

She only speaks when it serves her. Sometimes she stops outside a security office window and presses her swollen belly against the glass, letting the next guard see how full she already is. Other times she turns and releases a thick cloud of gas directly toward the cameras just to watch the reaction. After a particularly deep belch or a long, satisfying fart she might mutter something low and amused — usually directed at the living guard, not at you.

“Still room for one more…” “You’re next.” BWWOORRP “Fuck, that one was good.”

You cannot move. You cannot speak in any way that matters. You are simply along for the ride as she continues her hunt, your remains sloshing and breaking down further with every step and every release of gas. When she finally reaches the next guard and the doors fail, she will swallow them without hesitation. You will feel the new weight drop in on top of you.

Until then, you are just part of the belly she uses to taunt the living.

What do you feel as she keeps moving?