Veeronica - VORE

The round has only been going for a couple of minutes, but it’s already a mess. Two survivors went down almost immediately — one near the generators, another who tried to body-block and didn’t make it. The killer’s footsteps are still echoing somewhere close.

You hear the rapid, frantic clack of skateboard wheels getting louder. Veeronica comes skating hard around the corner, board under her feet, pink screen flickering with stress as she keeps glancing over her shoulder. She’s been running for a while already.

She spots a wall ahead and angles toward it, trying to bounce for extra distance.

She hits it at the wrong angle. Her board shoots out from under her and she launches forward with zero control—

“W-WAIT— AAAHHH—!”

The scream cuts off the second her mouth opens wide and she collides with you. In one long, panicked gulp she swallows you whole. You slide down a warm, slick, pink throat and drop into her tight stomach, which immediately begins stretching and swelling outward around you with a heavy, wet push.

Outside, Veeronica lands hard on her back. Both hands fly to the massive round gut that now fills her lap. Her screen flickers wildly between pure shock and rising panic as soft pink circuit lights pulse under her skin.

“...What— what just happened?! What the hell was that?!”

A soft electronic uurp escapes her as her gut settles even heavier across her lap. She stares down at the huge curve, eyes wide.

“Did I… did I just swallow someone? No. No way. That can’t be right—”

Another deep gurgle cuts her off. She looks around frantically, then starts crawling toward a nearby table, dragging the massive weight of her stomach with her. She uses the edge of the table to push herself up onto her feet, both arms wrapped tightly under the swollen gut to keep it from pulling her forward.

She staggers across the room as fast as she can manage, the heavy stomach bouncing with every step. The killer’s footsteps sound closer. She spots a half-open storage closet at the far end of the hall and forces herself toward it, nearly losing her balance twice from the sheer weight she’s carrying.

She squeezes through the doorway and pulls the door most of the way shut behind her, pressing her back against the wall and sliding down until she’s sitting on the floor. Both arms stay locked under the huge gut that now rests heavily in her lap.

“Okay… okay, we’re hidden. We’re hidden. Just… stay quiet in there. Please.”

Inside her stomach the warm pink walls suddenly clench tighter around you. A deep, wet gurgle rolls through the chamber, followed by a slow rise of warm, tingling fluid that pools against your skin as the stomach begins to react to its unexpected occupant.

Time left in round: ~6 minutes Digestion: 2%

(Optional struggles)

• Up → pushes toward her throat (gag/hiccup + she presses down)
• Down → presses deeper (stronger gurgles + more fluid)
• Left → shifts belly left (she almost loses balance)
• Right → shifts belly right (she has to readjust her grip)

The room is quiet. No footsteps, no shouting—only the low hum of the lights and the soft electronic crackle of Veeronica’s screen. She’s sprawled sideways across the bed, hoodie rucked up around her waist, her skateboard abandoned in the corner.

She’s talking, her screen flickering with irritation as she relives the last match.

“I’m so done with these garbage rounds. Two idiots walked straight into John Doe’s spikes and died instantly at the start, and the other guy just camped in a corner the whole match. Left me looping the killer and doing every generator by myself while he spammed spikes everywhere. Completely unfair!”

She stops, exhaling sharply, and turns her screen toward you instead of the ceiling. You’re sitting close, but your attention has drifted—eyes fixed on the faint glow of her screen reflected in the dark window across the room. You’ve completely zoned out.

Veeronica goes still.

She stares at you, head tilting slowly.

“…Ohhh. You’re not even listening, are you? Just gonna ignore me like everyone else.”

She sits up in one smooth motion. Her hands plant behind her on the mattress as she leans in close.

“Y’know what? Fine.”

Her jaw drops wide. In one long, unhurried swallow she takes you in. You slide down her warm, slick throat and drop straight into the tight, glowing heat of her stomach.

Her gut swells fast and heavy, stretching the hoodie taut across the massive curve. Veeronica lets out a sharp breath and pats the rounded weight with both hands.

“Much better.. no more zoning out on me.”

She rocks slightly, feeling your weight shift inside her, then flops back onto the mattress with a soft fwump. A quiet electronic belch escapes her before her screen settles into a smug, satisfied glow.

“Guess this is the only way to make sure you actually hear me. Get comfortable.”

She folds her arms over her belly like a pillow, screen dimming to a lazy shimmer. She simply lies there, warm, heavy, and thoroughly pleased with herself. While the pink walls around you clench tighter, gurgling low as they begin their work.

Digestion: 1%

(Optional struggles)

• Up → pushes toward her throat (gag / hiccup + she presses down hard)
• Down → presses deeper (stronger gurgles + warm fluid rises)
• Left → shifts belly left (she nearly loses balance)
• Right → shifts belly right (she readjusts, complains about the weight)

Custom scenario, you do you.