Tyrosphere Table Clear
Happy Vore day


Written by Septia.


“Congratulations on your graduation, friend,” Timina said with a toast and raised her glass, as did her partner. 
	Yachi raised hirs after a moment, taking a staggered gulp. Zhe had to not only sip the drink, but choke down the atmosphere of the establishment: rich, cultured fatty grease detoxifying the air, a subtle heat which laid across tables and guests in the caress of a blanket. This further intermingled with numerous hints of herbs and flavours: cumin, persimmon, olive oil and caramel. It was a concert for the nose. A bit much to the uninitiated. Similar to how a grandmother stepping into a metal concert would have their senses dazed, consumed under this opressive influence. Yet, Yachi couldn't help but sample the air as she zhe sipped hir wine, a compliment of fermented grapes to hir swamped senses. Zhe lowered the glass. “Thanks again, even if it took a while longer than I had intended.”
	“Oh, spit out that doubt,” Enpetios said and swirled his glass, “you will need all the room you can get for celebrating.” 
	“Aha, suppose so, dunno how much I'll eat though.” 
	“Popsicle,” Timina mused, “we didn't bring you to Tyrosphere for you to have a light meal. Been keeping yourself too modest friend, I might as well drop the act, I know how much you like their produce~.” 
	Yachi shuddered, zhe had spent more nights drunk with Timina than anyone else, what had zhe told her? Or maybe she'd just found hir Tyrosphere sample calendars. Timina and Enpetios snickered to one another. They always seemed to share this spark, when together, more than when Yachi had lived with Timina. Seeing them across the table – just an arm span away – bathed Yachi in their radiance attempting to rival the atmosphere of the restaurant.
	“Who wouldn't enjoy all the cheese of this quality~?” Enpetios added. 
	Yachi quivered. That word made the atmosphere manifest: Cheese. Difficult to ignore it when the establishments put its prime produce front and center. From wheels and sculptures to neon art and wax patterns on the walls. Even Yachi's chair was lil more than a sculpted cheese pillar, providing a gentle hoist to hir rump with the buoyant texture curving to hir cheeks. Zhe recognised a lot of the decor from the exclusive Tyrosphere calendars and brochures, but the scent and pressure still intimidated hir. 
	“I will, try to let loose some, it is a real nice gesture.” 
	“Oh if you think this is nice, just you wait~,” Timina smiled. 
	Someone neared the table. The smell was the first to penetrate Yachi's perception range first: A curated, cultivated aroma of yeast and fat. This scent wrapped around hir as the a monolith of yellow came into view, with the waiter delivering a wheel of dairy nearing the size of the table upon a platter to match it. The thunk from the table rung out under the weight -Kkdttnng- The wheel wobbled. It looked and smelled to be in prime cultivation, the texture upon it carried itself with the locomotion of flan. Its hull glistening smooth in a potent yellow luster, barely any gas pockets to speak of. It was some sibling of a fontina styled cheese, hiding a depth of character under its surface. It certainly was a good thing they were holding onto their drinks, seeing there wasn't any space left to place them. 
	“The Table's Gourmand cake cheese, enjoy,” the waiter introduced the dish and faded back into their duties. 
	Yachi peered over the wheel to the couple, both wearing their best smiles. 
	“They really don't skim the portions here,” Timina noted. 
	“Wouldn't think that skimmed milk could make something this impressive,” her partner humored.
	“A-are we expected to e-eat,” zhe caught hirself drooling, covering hir mouth with the glass.
	“Oh, we aren't,” Timina mused and finished her drink to stand. 
	Enpetios joined in, “But you are.” 
	“Houah?” Yachi mumbled, eyes still glazing over the magnificent exemplar of dairy. Hir vision interrupted by Enpetios's hand reaching out across the table. Zhe blinked, then reciprocated his gesture. But once their hands met, Enpetios pulled. Yachi stumbled to stand, instinctively steadying hirself against the grasp, and watching as this let Enpetios heave himself up over the table, with Timina clinging onto his side. The Couple reeled up and onto the wheel. As their bodies met with the cheese the dairy folded into squealing dunes -Ghhhrrrrflltlct-. The couple plowed through the wheel, accumulating more amounts of the yellow lard sprawling out around them – like a tankard icebreaker jammed through an ocean of dough -Chhrrlptchh- Shhrlrllfffths-. 
	Yachi blinked, staring down at the couple who had dragged themselves up though the cheese by hir grasp. 
	“Wh-… why did?” 
	“It was Timina's idea~.” 
	“Guilty,” Timina admitted with a trill to her voice, “We've wanted to do this, and I couldn't think of who else deserve to indulge more than you, popsicle.” 
	“Y-yoou, want me t-toosshhrrllp…” more drool. Yachi wiped hir maw with hir arms, still holding onto Enpetios's hand. After raising this Zhe quickly let go, and watched the couple, cratered into the top layer of dairy clay. “And this is why I told you to skip lunch, Yachi,” Enpetios mused. 
	Yachi felt the smell of cheese clear from hir face, swept away by hir own heavy breaths. -Grrlogmsb- Hir stomach rattled. The sight of the happy couple all dolled up and laid out on a platter before hir. Zhe swallowed. Yachi reached around the ends of the wheel, cupping into the edge of the cake cheese, the texture that of warm wax, bending to hir whims, yet clinging to hir skin in a manner that surrounded hir with a supple comfort. Zhe hoisted them up off of the table, though its weight made it dip, bending together into a doughy angle, with the couple bundled up inside, the grease subsuming their bodies in a smudge of malleable milk lard -Chrrtwwwsmslp-. 
	“Mfnfm Oooh.” 
	“Mmogugsh…”
	With just how good it felt to grab them, Zhe could only imagine how it was like to be smothered wholly. The pace of hir breath quickened, those thoughts themselves subsumed by hunger, by desire. Staring at the hot dog bun-shaped cheese suspended in hir grasp, yet it was drooping, zhe had to act before it slipped out of hir grasp. Urgency moved Yachi's lips, parting her maw into a broad gape descending in on them as hir plunged the folded bale of dairy and friends into hir maw -Chhrrollouuglgpsah-. 
	The Mounds of saffron fat plumed over hir cheeks, so much of a mouthful that it accordioned over hir face. But as that batch of glistening, rich fat slobbered onto hir tongue, zhe shuddered. It tasted even better than it smelled, as if all this juicy, yeasty atmosphere had been distilled into a cocktail of flavor, the sense of devouring a bullion cube dissolved in luscious lard… Hir arms fed hir more. Yachi tilted hir head back, arching to allow the wheel to droop into hir maw. The cheese plunged into hir, magnifying hir neck to a solid dome of fat. More. -Chhorouugmpgsh- -Oompggsh- Swallow after swallow, tearing and grappling into the mammoth meal, gnawing to dredge more of the mass down hir gape. 
	“Mmfnfns, Ooofh you can do it, that's my lollipop, let loose and just menjoymmgnfs,” Timina mumbled as Yachi's lips bulldozed up the sides of the cheese… Yachi's knees shook, the bulk delivery of flavor and weight both pinning hir down. The cake cheese branded its character of cultured, caramelized creamy flavors into hir, feeling all the more of it invade hir gullet and swell out hir gut. Then zhe felt the new flavors bleed in… supple, salty and sweet, meaty profile, the sheer joy and lust lacing the couple making up the sausage of her cheese-dog bun. Yachi's eyes opened, gleaming, wet, the flavors melted into each other – nougat hand into chocolate glove – made for one another, elevating the flavor, and the distinct solidity in hir neck. The squirms stirred hir neck bulge, tantalizing hir senses.
	“Mmfnngwogmmga.” Yachi vocalized through the muffled mattress of a cheese, chugging down the entire weight that stuffed up and cushioned hir maw. Whereas before zhe had struggled with the atmosphere, now zhe leaned into it, downing broad stretches of the dairy, chugging in a manic locomotion that sent fat globules pursing down hir chest and inflating hir stomach. Dunes of dairy clotted up hir face and drooped off in gooey globules mixed with saliva and gluttony. 
	The more zhe swallowed the bigger hir gut became, drawing hir shirt free and plodding through it, first like a sliver of flesh, but soon engorging past its limits, steadily swelling from the plume of cheese hauled down hir depths. Their stomach enveloped hir thighs, percolating ever outwards as zhe drained the folded bale down hir neck. The bulk of the cheese siphoned to hir lips, contracting, slimmer and slimmer as the bulk wedged down hir throat. Two pairs of feet wiggled at the entrance to hir maw, smothered from all sides in doughy dairy. Yachi scooped up the remaining globs gummed up to hir face, all to hir maw whilst hir tongue lapped up the last traces of the couple. The cheese stockpiled into hir maw -Chhrlpgughths- ballooning hir cheeks with the raw mass of mature fat. Zhe bucked her neck back in a gulp -Gllmlhlhpshh- and with a tremor of meat the stuffed cheeks concaved, and the bulge down hir neck bulldozed flat under hir chest, to add to hir stomach -Ghllgbllogmpgsah-. 
	Yachi sat stunned for a while, following the journey of the cheese down hir pipes, feeling the totality of the mass getting canned into their gut. Zhe felt it on hir lap, glancing down, her gut sprawled out in a puffy pastry batter heap, submerging hir thighs and rising up with two peaks tilted away from each other, vague impression of the folded bulk of dairy wedged into hir cauldron of a gut. It weighed in on hir, feeling the luscious bulk overtaking hir body. Growls and jostles and spasms sent gruelling churns through hir stomach -Chhgllpgh- fizzling up through hir throat to inflate hir cheeks in a tremor of a belch -Bhhuraaaoooruughhalp-. Gut brewed carbonation fluttering through hir lips, accumulating into another layer of the cultivated musk of Tyrosphere. Melding into the haze that made up this distinctive pressure. 
	-Oguuaaahhhroooop- -Aahoooooaauuurp- A few more noisy burbles widened out hir throat, as zhe slumped back, cradling the gratuitous gut, and the languid bulk of cheese and moaning lovers within. -Chrrllpthth- The cheese chair creaked around hir. -Shhrrllstptch- Zhe felt it start to give way, hir newly acquired bulk drawing hir down, but the dairy adjusted, the cratering around hir hind forming the seat lower, but stable, a stout beanbag of a cushion, giving the impression of sitting on marzipan. The seat acchordioned into dunes under hir bulk and melded together to its new form, supporting the mountains of stretched skin warping out hir abdomen.
	“Ooooogmmmg. Oooaaah…” Yachi panted out, shuddering as hir palms caressed over the hillocks of cheese and couple stuffed belly, hissing breaths drawn in through hir teeth and petering out in croons of satisfaction -Shhfffffssss- mmnnhooooa. Hir chest racing, throbbing in rhythm with the jostles of hir engorged core. 
	“C-can… hardly believe I -Uuoorp- finished that whole thing. I really, mmf… ate you gut sluts.” Zhe marvelled and brushed along hir gut, panting, giving off squeals to the rippling and gurgling from within. “Would never have… dared to ask. T… Thank you, hope yourfmsm, enjoy my, inexperienced-ass of a belly… heh…” Yachi huffed, settling back with an expression haggard with satisfaction, cradling and nursing the bumps and bloats sailing across hir gut, kneading down and feeling the elastic texture of the cheese mold and warp under hir grasp. 
	Zhe had been somewhat envious of the two of them, seeing that warmth they shared. But now… it was inside hir… that spark, stewing and baking in hir billowing belly. It was hirs. And zhe liked it.
	“Mgmmh gmmbb gmmg,” came from the stomach, muffled under an isolation of flesh and cheese. 
	Yachi gave off a solitary chuckle. “Pha. Ha… yeah, Mm, it was a great… Graduation gift, and I guess… in return I'll, try to make sure you both graduate from my guts~.” Yachi huffed out between pants, shuddering to the internal quakes of hir gut. 
	Yachi lounged in satiation and satisfaction, as hir gut gradually churned in a lover's cheese fondue cauldron. 


~ 1 ~


A few days of carrying around the excess weight, still lingering in hir abdomen, Yachi started to feel a pressure prodding at hir back hatch. 
	Zhe put down hir book and shuffled off the couch. “Mmm, hang on,” zhe told hir gut. Fetching a platter from the kitchen to squat over. Slow, steady breaths, as the bulk wound through hir hind. The broad bump in hir abdomen ironed flat as the bulk ferried through hir guts, -Chhrrllpscht- hir pucker crinkling in colon lube as it parted open over a patch of saffron yellow. “MMmnnffs-… Okay, just, easy now… you two…” Yachi panted as zhe patted hir stomach, squatting lower as their rear spread wide, cheeks wedged aside from the bulk of condensed fat prying hir pucker open like a coin slot. Their hind squealed like a mutton on vinyl as the cheese took from warping out hir rear -Chhnngjlssssh-. The short end of the wheel exciting first, grinding through hir hind like a single, bloated tire -Shhfllpth- -Chhggllrrlstthc-. Until the zenith of the wheel passed, and hir pucker quickly retracted over the slimming mound -Chhrlrptwh- unloading the whole cake of dairy to land square – or perhaps, circle – on the platter -Thhnnmmkkk-. The metal rung out from the clap -KKtddwnnng-, the last ballast unloaded from hir body. 
	“Phfhasmaha… ofmmfphaoo…” Yachi panted, slumped down on hir knees, rubbing at hir sore brim. Then zhe sampled the air. A succulent brine of whey and milky fats. Yet also a nutty, mature tang of promising fermentation. Zhe peered back, staring at the sturdy wheel that had brewn in hir bowels, spit shined clean and with a luster from the afternoon sunlight. “Mnnfs, fffnnf phaa… Smells… more, like a button cheese? Or, a cheddar?” zhe mumbled, crawled up, and held picked it up. Supple to the touch, yet sturdy, a fair few more airports and bubble cavities through the wheel than that Fontina they had shared. Soft, fresh… and warm. 
	“Mmm… Thanks guys,” zhe whispered, and brought the cheese in for a hug. Zhe felt it mould, ever so gently, to the contours of hir body. Relishing in the warmth zhe had felt from the two of them. 
	As zhe sat there, the scent of the wheel slowly percolated through the apartment, contributing to a briny, tepid must.