Title:
Pokimane’s Vorestream
Commissioned by: Malethor
Categories: Original
Characters: Pokimane, Original Male Character
(Blake)
Tags: Shrinking, Vore, Digestion, Unaware, F/m,
Entrapment, Scent, Minikin (2in), Celebrity, Bondage, Tentacle Rape, Orgasm
Torture
Beta Reader: SimplylovingIt
Started: 18/11/2022
Finished: 05/12/2022
Chapter
1: Pokimane’s Vorestream
Pokimane hummed to herself as she took the plate of nachos
from the microwave and carried them to her gaming set-up, her pc was already on
and Fortnight was already loaded up and waiting for her to start. She
placed the plate next to her Xbox controller which was by the plate of tacos, and
her little friend Blake who was standing next to her keyboard. She and he had been
friends since they had been little…young, he was only 2 inches tall with brown
hair and had a nice tan, he was wearing jeans and a plain black shirt with a
light blue fleece over the top. Blake had always been tiny, born that way like
so many others, he was her only tiny friend but she had seen several growing
up.
When Pokimane turned to sit down in her black leather gaming
chair Blake couldn’t help but take a good look at her rear, noticing how the
black yoga pants clung to her curves in a very sensual manner and gave the
faint outline of her panties. He looked away, cheeks burning red, letting out a
calming breath as he heard the squeak from the chair. He looked back at her as
she scooted forward, she was wearing a black shirt with the words ‘Good Vibes’
printed over her chest, it was difficult not to notice how the shirt perfectly
outlined her breasts, especially when they were almost level with him.
Craning his neck Blake admired her crème-coloured face, her
lips glistening with the sparkle from her pink lip gloss. She was so beautiful.
He wished he could get a closer look at her perfect soft lips, he’d often
imagined how it would feel to have her big perfect soft lips press against him
as she kissed him, his heart crooned to be her little pocket boyfriend,
but she didn’t see him that way and he wasn’t about to make it weird between
them. She was too good a friend for him to ruin it on the slim chance she’d
kiss him, and he was kinda small to please her. He shook her head, banishing
the thoughts.
“Okay…snacks, check, camera, check, camera on? Check,
controller, check, bladder check…yep, all ready,” Pokimane muttered to herself
as she went over her standard checklist, which she’d added to the harder
and…less dignified way. Once the second her stream had ended, she launched
herself from her chair and nearly didn’t make it to the toilet, that day
happened to be one Blake was over and unfortunately, her sudden escape had
knocked her table and spilt what was left of her drink, dousing the tiny boy in
mountain dew, thankfully the spill didn’t reach her gaming system, still, Blake
didn’t look too happy, but he did look kinda cute. Now she used a large cup
with a lid and straw when she streamed…one Blake had gotten her for her
birthday, they’d both laughed when she opened it.
Pokimane took a deep breath and turned on her twitch stream.
“Hey guys, Pokimane here and today we’re-“ she began, launching into her stream
and loading fortnight fully.
Blake smiled and even at his size mentally noted that he
needed to be quiet while she was streaming. He walked over to the plate of
nachos and lightly tapped the rim, quickly pulling it back when he felt the
heat radiating from it, his fingers turning briefly pink, he began to blow on
them and wave his hand to cool them. He paused a moment to think and shrugged
off his jacket and laid it on the rim of the plate, hesitantly he patted the
jacket, it was warming up but it wasn’t burning. Taking another moment to
prepare himself he climbed onto the jacket, kneeled on it and took in the
glorious sight of the giant cheesy pile of nachos the size of a house compared
to him, oh he loved it when Pokimane put out snacks.
He scooted to the edge of his jacket, where it started to dip
into the plate, he reached over and grabbed at one of the less cheesy nachos
and broke off a small shard from the corner about the length of his arm, and
wiped at a blob of guacamole and sour cream. Pokimane’s slender finger dipped
in front of him, her pale pink nails glistening as she plucked a very cheesy
nacho, pulling away a huge clump of nachos, Blake followed the nachos with
eyes, watching as she began to eat, pulling away cheesy pieces before it was a
more manageable size for her mouth, her neck bulging as she swallowed.
Blake grabbed another piece and turned to look at the
screen, Pokimane was building a bare-bone sniping post to get the lay of the
land and there was a semi-transparent comment section taking up part of the
screen, a light green line of text popped up from the bottom.
KittyBandit43: Those nachos look super yummy
“Oh, they are,” Blake whispered to himself, leaning forward
to grab another piece, his heart jolted as he felt the jacket begin to slide
beneath him. He quickly leaned back, trying to stop the fall, he slid forward
on his jacket and into a tunnel of nachos, a ceiling of cheese blocking out the
light above. His heart pounded in his chest, he took several calming breaths
and pushed himself back to his feet, the fabric starting to feel overly hot now
he was in the centre of the freshly microwaved plate. The cavern around him
shook and a large chunk of the ceiling was pulled away as Pokimane took another
small clump of nachos.
He took another deep breath, his cheeks already tinging with
embarrassment, and he began to wave his arms above his head. “Hey! Pokimane!
Down here! I need a hand!” he shouted.
Pokimane’s eyes remained glued to the monitor screen but her
hand came back down, thoughts that she was reaching for him vanished when she
just took another nacho, a glob of sour cream dripping from it and splashing
over him.
Shivering from the cold he wiped the thick goo from his eyes
and face, he looked down, he looked like a creamy snowman. She was never going
to notice him covered in all this gunk, he needed to get it off before he ended
up on one of her nachos. So, Blake did something he would later regret, he
stepped off of his jacket.
He was very thankful he was wearing shoes, though he doubted
Pokimane would appreciate him walking over her food in them. He approached a
large naked nacho and wiped his arms over the edges, scraping the sour cream off
them. Not realizing the mistake he’d
made in stepping close to Pokimane’s nachos. His bare arms looked like he had
put on too much suncream and hadn’t rubbed it in properly but at least he could
tell they weren’t globs of cream.
He went to scrape his leg next when a giant pink nail
suddenly appeared and the nacho began to lift, he jumped back in fright, his
foot landing on a jalapeno and causing him to slip backwards and crash onto a
very hot surface.
Immediately he tried to pull himself from the hot surface,
the cheese attached to the back of his shirt briefly stretched before snapping
him back against the nacho. He heard the crunch of the nacho Pokimane had just
taken and felt a cold chill wash over him, he began pulling and thrashing.
“Pokimane! Help me!” he shouted, his voice becoming more
animalistic as he put more force into it in desperation. A triangular shard of
nacho landed on the ground in front of him. He audibly gulped and briefly
pushed back against the nacho before regaining his senses and resuming his
attempted escape.
He heard a thump, and looking up, his eyes widened. Pokimane
lifted the nacho he was stuck on, the cheese beneath it stretched before
snapping from the force. He was on the way to her mouth!
“No! Pokimane!” he shouted, looking up as much as he could,
hoping to see her eyes follow his yell but what he saw destroyed his hopes, she
had put on her headphones. He began to thrash around again. He needed to get
away. She was going to eat him.
The nacho quivered as Pokiman’s teeth dug into the surface,
making the surface start to crack. He thrashed even harder, pulling his torso
up as his legs kicked down as hard as he could. The cheese was stretching.
He felt something hard brush his back. Looking over his
shoulder Blake screamed when he saw his reflection in her white teeth, she’d
just missed him and if he’d been flat, she’d have taken half his torso with
that bite. Sweat decorated his body, his heart hammering in her chest. The
cheese behind him vanished as it was dragged into the streamer’s hungry mouth,
he kicked again and the nacho beneath his feet broke.
He was falling.
He screamed until he was cut off by him splashing into something
hot and soft. He wiped his eyes and looked around. He had landed inside a taco
shell and was chest-deep in the meaty filling. He looked up at his giant
friend, she was sucking her finger clean of the sour cream that he’d added to
the nacho. His heart was still pounding.
Her giant fingers came back down and began to reach for a
taco. His taco.
“Oh, come on!” Blake shouted and he began to wade his way to
the far side of the taco, wanting to be as far from Pokimane’s mouth as he
could, even if it meant an inch or two more beef to wade through. The taco
shook briefly before suddenly stopping.
“Can’t forget the cheese,” Pokimane laughed before Blake was
suddenly buried under a pile of grated cheese, it began to melt on top of him
almost instantly making it harder to move.
Crying out he began pulling at the melting cheese, trying to
make his way through the filling as the taco began to shake again. Giant
crème-coloured fingers took hold of the walls and started to lift the taco into
the air. It was like he was draped in warm wet melting chains. They had no
give. He’d pull on them and the cheese strands would just stretch and flue to
his hands, wrapping him when he tried to pull his hand away.
Crunch
His head whipped around, his neck cracking. Her white teeth
dug into the taco, sliding easily through the deep pool of meat, and breaking
through the taco’s shell. He stared mesmerized as her glittering soft lips
closed and her cheeks bulged slightly as she chewed behind them. She let out a
cute moan at the flavour, even now he found himself thinking how cute she was
until she took another bite. Her teeth crashed through the meat barely an inch
from him. He tried to reach for her lips but the chains of cheese made it
impossible for him to reach far enough.
He was starting to hyperventilate. A dark shadow washed over
him. He looked up deathly pale at the ridges lining the roof of her mouth.
“Pokimane!” Blake yelled, putting all his energy into his
final shout.
Crunch
He was immersed in darkness as Pokimane took him
into her hot mouth. Everything was still for a moment. It was very humid. Then
his world was thrown into chaos. The remains of the shell rocked like a boat in
a storm as her giant tongue shifted under it, pushing him towards the waiting
teeth.