Thought i try my hand at writing again. Been wanting to for awhile now but haven't had the inspiration to. Plus been busy with life. I'll explain The concept of the series in a upcoming journal. I just wanna thank  joberio for the concept of the series. He's a cool artist and i love his vore comics. When you get the chance, go check him out. Enjoy the story.
(WARNING: THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING A STORY WITH DIGESTION REALLY IN IT SO DON'T JUDGE IF IT'S BAD. ALSO MY WRITING HAS BEEN OFF LATELY SO IF YOU NOTICE ANY MISSTEPS WITH THE STORY, I'M SORRY.)

Pete belongs to Disney

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A splitting headache. That's one way to wake up, though the least cared for. The confused boy looks around and realize he's trapped in a closet, and a small one at that. This felt like one of those fancy types you see in like a mansion with the dual doors. And as if almost on cue, the boy accidentally pushes both doors open and falls out to only hit the floor. Great, another headache. He re-adjusted his glasses and looked around, and notices that he's in someone’s room. A fancy someone's at that point. He looked around the huge bedroom, with it's messy king size bed and royal blue interior. And found what he was looking for: a mirror. He quickly ran to the full body mirror and looked at the reflection. The owner of this thing must be a monster, cause the boy was under half the size of the mirror itself. He took a look at himself: he was probably around five and a half feet tall, looked like late teens. The glasses he was wearing were blue with a smidge of black mixed into it, which matched his outfit almost perfectly. He had a plain black shirt, with blue Jean shorts on. He saw the pair of black and blue high top shoes he wore too. Must be his favorite color scheme. But He wouldn't know. Despite looking in this mirror, looking at his not so tan face with those dark brown eyes and his dark brown hair that was almost black, he might've as well be looking at a total stranger. Ever since he woke in that closet not too long ago, he had no memory of how he got in there, much less who he was. The situation was freaking the kid out. What's going on!? Who was he!? And how did he get here!?
Then out of nowhere, his headache came back. Except something was different. Squeezing his eyes closed, the boy could see a monstrous face, and the word written over his left eye in all capital letters: NO FUTURE. Also there was something strange about the left eye as well, there was a red circle where his pupil would be. A spell circle? Like magic? Most of the words coming out of his mouth was muffled, but he managed to make out a word. Just one. Travel.
Travel?
The boy looked around the room he was standing in.
‘If there was magic involved, could I have been teleported to this place,’ the boy thought. Suddenly, the sound of heavy footsteps came from a room connected to the one the boy was standing in. A bathroom? Without even thinking twice the confused traveler quickly ran for the bed and slid under as fast and quietly as possible. Was that Singing? There was a deep voice suddenly singing out a song that had be made up cause it sounded like it was all about him. He could only make out a few words being sung by the voice: petey? King of France? Was the traveler in France? Before he had any time to process these thoughts, he saw a pair of thick black fur feet tip toe out of the room, followed by a faint trail of water. Was this guy in the shower? The boy must've been so distracted by everything that he didn't realize there was a shower running. Would have been trouble if the stranger didn't start humming and singing. The feet were doing dance moves like twirling and jumping. The jump made the bed jump a foot in the air. And the boy would've gone higher up if his head didn't hit the bed mid flight. The boy groaned in pain for a split second before quickly covering up his mouth with both hands. The Singing stop. As did the dancing. The footsteps were still there. But after what was maybe five steps, they vanished. The intruder looked around in front and on the sides. But where he didn't look was from the back. And that was a mistake. Out from behind, something white whipped under the bed and wrapped around the boy’s ankles. A towel? Without a thought, the towel pulled the boy out from under the bed and held upside down in the air. Right in front of the boy’s face was the source of the singing and stomping, most likely the owner of this room as well. He was looking at the face of a scary creature. His mouth area as well as lips were skin smooth and a nice light skin color. But everything else on the creature’s body was coated in a pitch black fur. The being Before him looked like an adult, best assumption with that kind of singing and the fact that he was almost ten feet tall, maybe bigger. That And his stomach was pretty big. Huge. The thing had two lines of facial hair under his black circle of a nose, and a vertical strip under his thick lower lip. The wet creature even had two cute ears with black fur on the inside while the inside was pink, making this kid wonder if this was some over sized black cat. The soaked black cat looked at the kid angrily.
“Wells, wells. Looks like I got me a intruder!” said the soaked man. He inspected the boy, like he caught himself a fish. “I've gots some questions for yous. But nots here. I've got a better place than here to ask ya.” The large creature carried the boy by ankles with the towel over to a rugged looking sack sitting on the floor. But as the large furry hand reached for the sack, the hand stopped short as a loud sound grumbled. The hand instead went to the gluttonous sized belly. “Haven't hads me anything to eat yet.” The boy looked at his face in time to see the creature licking his lips. He raised the boy till his face was in front of the creature’s mouth. Then out from in between the lips came out the tongue, and licked the boy right in the face. The tongue withdrew, followed by some smacking noise coming from the fat creature's mouth. The two lips parted and revealed the rows of perfectly white teeth. “Oh you'll do nicely. Besides, better way of carrying you.” Said the fat cat as he grabbed both ankles and undone the towel. Before the snack could protest, the cat opened his mouth to reveal the big cave like maw of his and slipped in his new delicacy all the way to his hips. It happened so fast. The boy was thrown into his mouth and was now suddenly stuck in a cramped tube like area pulsing everywhere. This must be the throat, the kid thought as he struggled to break out of his capturer’s grip, the sound of his struggling being muffled by layers of fat. Eyes covered in drool, the traveler couldn’t see anything. But he felt the hands on his ankles push more of his body inside the mouth. He felt something squishy touch his face. And He could feel his knees being licked inside the maw of the creature. The kicking did hardly anything, and as he struggled inside, he felt he was helping slipped deeper inside, for the squishy thing touching his face was now slowly pulling him in. The travelers face was now not touching anything. But his glasses did fall off, and he heard it touch down in something. A pool? Without a chance to figure things out, the echo of the fat creature swallowing down his feet, sent the rest of into the pool.

As Pete, captain of the musketeers sucked on his fingers and patted his belly, he burped loud enough to be heard outside of the room. He sighed in relief as he felt the faint presence of his meal slowly stirring inside.
“Nows, let's go somewhere a little more private to have ourselves a little chat?” said Pete, looking down at his exposed belly.

Air! Need air! His face breaking the surface of the pool, the boy wiped his eyes off and felt around the bottom of the smaller than a kiddie pool prison. He found what he needed: his glasses. He looked around, though it was hard as everything was dark. He placed his hands two feet in front of him before he hit a squishy wall. He pressed harder against the wall. No good, his hands stopped at a certain point. So he pressed against wall with his feet. No luck either. He could hear the sound of humming coming from all around him, with the sound of a heart beating.
“okay. Enough nice guy.” Said the traveler, now thrashing around. The humming stopped and was replaced with moaning instead
“Oh. That's good. Feels so good with yous inside me.” Echoed a voice, coming from everywhere. His face suddenly felt the wall rubbing on him. “Oh don't stop on my account. Please. Keep going.” Boomed the voice, followed by a loud laughing. The boy kept struggling With all his strength, the walls were now rubbing everywhere on his body, hand shapes feeling the belly. The boy grumbled as he was moving around. The walls stopped feeling him, making the young prisoner hesitate. Suddenly, everything started to shake, like he was a dice being shook in someone's hand. The water was flying everywhere, as the boy was being thrown everywhere. The voice was humming now, as the movement didn't slow down. Somewhere inside the stomach was the boys glasses as they had flown off his face. As he was being shook around, he noticed he was feeling the walls material more. But how? That was when he had an instant to feel his body. His clothes were almost gone! His shoes were done and the socks were already almost gone, while his shirt and pants had died out a bit ago. Now he was being sloshed around inside a stomach with only his boxer and socks. He had completely forgot what stomach had to break down food: stomach acid.

As Pete skipped out of the castle humming to himself in his full captain uniform, he could feel his snack being thrown around his large gluttonous belly. And he was loving every bit of it.
“Gee, wonder how long you'lls last in there, little snack?” said the evil cat, still hopping his way to his luxurious house.

Having the last bit of his clothes melted away, the young traveler could feel the effects of the stomach acids on his skin. Every part of him was now starting to feel like it was slowly burning away by the centimeter. His eyes no longer able to stay opened, he kept them closed as he was continuously being thrown around in the belly.
“So this is how it ends.” Said the boy in a tone low enough for the dancing cat to not notice. “I guess a nobody like me, who doesn’t even remember his own name, a fate like this is perfect.” The sadness in his tone was still being overwhelmed by the sensation of the acid. He was at first keeping his shut forcibly, but his strength left him as his eyelids were now shut on their own. The sloshing continued, and he faded into the pool, as the heartbeat of the fat cat and his humming, lulled him to sleep. Forever.

As Pete kicked opened the front door to his house, he skipped inside the mansion. But just as was passing by his bedroom, he stopped mid hum. He looked around confused.
“Now that's strange.” He said to himself, scratching underneath his hat. “How's did I get home? Last thing I remembers was getting out of the shower.” He looked at his belly even more confused. “Huh. Must have had me a mighty fine snack.” He opened his bedroom door. “And I cames home to sleep my food off. The bed at the castle is mighty impressive.” He walked towards His bed, kicking off his boots. “But nothin' beats my bed.” He unclipped his cape and dropped it to the floor. He then took off both of his black leather gloves and his musketeers drape. As he walked up to the side of the full size bed, he jumped twenty feet in the air, leaving his gray pants on the floor with his white underwear inside, as he somersault into his bed. Most bed would been destroyed instantly, leaving only a hole in the ground where the bed was. But this one survived. There laid black fat cat naked In bed, as his red shirt floated down landing on top of the pants. Pete sighed with relief as he felt his stomach sloshed around in pleasure. “Now I don't knows what I ate, but I hope I can haves me another one of these days.” He laughed, followed with a yawn. He smacked his lips and smiled as he turned away from the single panel window in his room, his overly large fuzz butt now facing it. And he snored himself into sleep.