Couple’s Therapy (remastered)
TW: Contains fatal vore and graphic depictions of digestion.
Harry and Brian are a couple in need of counseling and advice, so they decide to make an appointment and visit Dr. Dolion, since he was the cheapest option around. However, the two didn’t expect he’d want something extra as payment, and a helpful session becomes a living nightmare.
“Harry, seriously, would you please drive the speed limit?”
A car drove down the road, near a residential area, the passengers inside bickering somewhat. It was early in the morning, and the two were driving to see a therapist. One that was considerably cheap and offered couples therapy. Things had been tense between them for a while, they’d been under a lot of stress, so they agreed they needed this. The driver, Harry, sighed and glanced at his partner.
“Really? Really? We’re already late as it is, Brian, what do you want me to do?? Make the building magically appear?” He huffed.
“Obviously not, but I also don’t want to get a ticket.” The other held his hands up and sighed, leaning back in the seat. “Jesus.”
The car eventually pulled up to a small building, the two men stepping out and looking at it. It was the only building nearby, and the place itself looked old and somewhat abandoned. There was only one other car parked, and the place had an eerie empty feeling, which both of them felt.
“Oh yeah, this place definitely looks great.” Brian stated sarcastically, gesturing to it. Harry rolled his eyes at him, walking for the door and opening it. The inside was decent, but bland, with a dozen or so dull blue chairs, white walls, and a few boat and beach paintings. A tv on the wall was playing some cheesy sitcom, and it was the only noise in the building. In fact, no one else was there but them.
“..You might’ve had a point.” Harry muttered, taking a seat.
“I’ve never seen a place that looks more like a pediatrician’s waiting room. Surprised there isn’t a fish tank or something.” Brian chuckled, walking to the counter window. He furrowed his brow as it was shut, and there was a piece of paper taped to it. It read, ‘Closed. If you have an appointment, please take a seat until called’. “Huh, apparently we just have to wait? Weird there isn’t a person to talk to.” He turned and shrugged, walking and sitting beside Harry, who was scrolling through his phone with a frown.
After several minutes of silence, Brian cleared his throat, glancing at him. “Hey, uh...sorry for giving you a hard time in the car.” He sighed, rubbing his arm and picking at the button on his sleeve. “I was just worried.”
Harry looked up from his phone and turned to him, setting it down. He didn’t want to stay mad, he was right. He shouldn’t have been driving so fast. Even with the therapy being relatively cheap, they wouldn’t be able to afford a ticket. “It’s alright, forget about it.” He waved his hand, resting his head against the other’s shoulder.
Brian smiled a bit, wrapping an arm around him. “Wake me up when it’s time, alright?” He asked him, resting his eyes.
“Yeah, yeah-“ His partner chuckled.
After almost an hour, the door next to the counter creaked open, and the voice that spoke with Harry on the phone while making the appointment called out.
Brian shook Harry’s shoulder, who snorted and sat up. “Wha? Yeah-“ He stood up, gesturing for the other to follow, both walking through the door. As the two walked across the short hall and stepped through the open office door though, they were met with a sort of shock that froze the both in the doorway.
The room was like almost what you’d expect from a therapist’s office, and had a similar theme to the waiting room, but was larger and had a higher ceiling. What stood out the most though was a giant chair, sat upon by an even larger man. He wore a blue suit, his slicked-back black hair was tied in a ponytail, and he smiled as he saw the two.
“Ah, hello there. I’m Dr. Dolion. Please, take a seat.” He gestured to the couch to the right, though the two were too startled to move. The doctor noticed, waving his hand. “I know, I know, my appearance must be jarring, I get that a lot. I can assure you it won’t make our session any different.” The couple glanced at each other, managing to walk further into the room and sit onto the couch.
“Alright, now, I hope you two don’t mind if I record our session? I would take notes, but as you can imagine, it’s not the easiest.” He chuckled, taking a recorder from his pocket. Harry elbowed Brian, who cleared his throat and nodded.
“Oh, yeah, sure, of course.” He told him, finding his voice.
“Good.” The doctor smiled, turning it on and setting it on the table beside his chair. “Now, what seems to be you two’s problems?”
For two long hours, Harry and Brian explained the issues they were having, Dr. Dolion listening and giving honest input when needed. The two had been arguing a lot recently, to the point of really hurting each other’s feelings at times. Brian makes snappy remarks, Harry makes rash decisions and loses his temper. Neither want to be doing that, but they didn’t know how to fix it. Both were stressed, and they assumed The worry that they might break up from this was what drove them to seek therapy, as they both loved each other too much to want that to happen. After listening intently until the very end, the doctor gave them a last piece of solid advice.
“I can see you two are struggling with a lot, and this is causing a lot of tension. I understand your worries, I really do. It’s hard when people who love each other fight. But it would help if you two talked out your worries instead of bottling them in, because that can lead you to the stress you two have been experiencing. Not only that, but it would help you to support each other, instead of trying to hide your problems from the other instead.” Dr. Dolion told them. “I strongly suggest you both start to work on this, so less arguments like the ones you told me about would happen.”
The two listened intently, glancing at each other for a moment. “Okay.” Harry nodded, taking his partner’s hand.
“Thank you, we will.” Brian added.
“Of course.” The doctor smiled. “I’m glad I was able to help.”
The couple smiled back at him, both standing up and starting to step to the door.
“Oh...there’s something I think I forgot to mention.” Dr. Dolion spoke up, the two pausing and looking back at him. “A secondary in-person payment. Must’ve slipped my mind, my apologies.” The doctor told them, pushing himself to his feet with considerable effort. Somehow he was even taller standing.
“A second payment?” Harry questioned, furrowing his brow. This wasn’t part of the agreement.
“We really can’t afford to pay anything more.” Brian groaned anxiously. “How much is it?” He asked.
The doctor chuckled, waving a hand. “Oh, don’t worry, it’s not money.” He told them, which only confused them further.
“The heck do you want then?” Brian asked, to which Harry gave him a look for his attitude.
“Not much, really...” The doctor grinned in a strange manner, leaning closer to the two, who backed up slightly as this grew unsettling. “I just want..
He suddenly then grabbed Brian by the scruff of his shirt, who shrieked and kicked his legs, lifting up him and slamming him against the door.
“Agh-! Wh-what the fuck?!” Harry jumped in alarm, looking at the doctor in bewilderment, as well as nervousness at the fact he was able to pick him up that easily.
“D-Doctor what are you doing?? Put him down!” He shouted at him, alarmed. What was he doing?? He’d just helped them! Was this some kind of trick? The doctor chuckled, ignoring his shouts and grabbing his arm with his other hand. Then he did something strange, leaning much too close to Brian’s face. An unusually long green tongue snaked out from the doctor’s mouth, dragging across his face and leaving a trail of slimy drool.
“EUGH—wh-what the FUCK-!” He made a face in confusion and disgust, squirming. What was he doing, why was it green??
“I-I said put him down you creep!!” Harry demanded in anger, pulling against his arm. He was disgusted by his actions, and nervous for his partner. He was right to be worried.
Dr. Dolion ignored him, licking his lips as a hungry growl emitted from his throat. His jaws then opened wide, a dark and slimy cavern that loomed much too close to him, his hot breath wafting over his face. Brian could only bewilderedly stare into it, before the doctor shoved him head-first inside. He let out a short scream, before it was muffled as his slimy tongue slathered his face and hair in slick saliva.
“Wh-wha-WHAT-?! What are you doing?!” Harry cried out in shock. “S-stop that, stop that right now, damn it!!” Dr. Dolion chuckled and glanced a him, turning toward him slightly as he pushed the struggling Brian further in. Then he yanked Harry closer to him, grabbing his wrist and pressing his hand to his neck. A thick swallow pulled Brian’s head and the start of his shoulders into the tight tunnel of his throat, a large lump sliding under his hand. Harry’s eyes widened and he shuddered in horror.
“Wh-what the fuck—n-no- are you—y-you can’t-“ He stuttered, realizing what he was trying to do. The large man was trying to eat Brian. That was impossible, but it seemed like that was just what was happening. Brian still continued to make muffled noises, kicking his legs in terror. He could hardly breathe, and he was panicking as he was gradually being eaten alive. The doctor pushed him in further and swallowed again, more of his body sinking down his throat. Harry trembled and tried to yank his hand away, mortified the doctor was making him feel his partner going down. A frantic fervor ran through him, and he kicked and hit at the doctor himself.
“S-STOP! STOP IT Y-YOU BASTARD!!” He screamed at him, tearing up from his terror for Brian. His emotions only fueled Dr. Dolion, who grinned at him. The raw emotions from him were delicious. But not as delicious as the human he was devouring. He pushed him in even deeper and tossing his head back, his form sinking further in with yet another swallow. Only his legs hung out of his maw by now, and he roughly yanked off and threw aside his shoes.
By now, Brian started to push through a tight ring of muscle and into a more open space, hot and humid and reeking with rancid air. He gasped and coughed as he slid into it, panting and tearing up in terror. He could only assume this was the doctor’s stomach.
“G-god no- no- s-STOP-!!” He cried out, his voice muffled within the man’s gut. Harry could just barely hear it, shaking. Before he could shout anything else at him, Dr. Dolion grabbed him by the waist and lifted him up, firm enough to resist his struggles, and pressed his head to his neck. Then he loudly gulped, sucking the rest of Brian down his throat and making him listen to him slide down. The doctor’s stomach stretched as his body was squeezed down into it, groaning as it was filled.
“L-LET ME OUT!” Brian cried, kicking and pushing against the slimy stomach walls, awkwardly curled in a somewhat upside-down position and soaking in a small pool of fluids. He made a noticeable bulge in the doctor’s middle, stretching his suit tight. Harry gasped and pushed away from him, this time being let go, and he collapsed to the floor as he stared at his writhing gut.
“Y-you..you ate him..” He whimpered, trembling and feeling sick. “What-what the fuck is WRONG with you?!” He cried.
Dr. Dolion grinned at him coldly, licking his lips and rubbing his stomach. “I did tell you that you two were the secondary payment. Brian, was it? Well, I hope it reassures you to know that he was very tasty..~” He teased. Tears ran down Harry’s cheeks as he glared at the doctor furiously, scrambling to his feet and attempting to tackle him in desperation.
“Y-you MONSTER!!” He shouted at him. The doctor just laughed, grabbing him before he could even lift a fist.
“Oh, you wanna be closer~?” He cooed, before sitting back down in his chair and pushing him against his belly. Harry yelped in alarm, pressed against the churning form of his partner within, shivering as he could feel him writhe and cry.
“S-stop it-! Goddamn it you’re sick-“ He whimpered, trying to push himself away.
Dr. Dolion chuckled, enjoying his horror. “Mmm, feels good, doesn’t it? Face it, he’s where he belongs. Just in time for lunch~” He taunted him with a growl. “You might as well make yourself useful and give me a massage..might help me digest him.” He grinned.
Harry made a face at him, groaning in disgust. “You f-fucking freak—you’re disgusting-“ He choked out.
Brian whimpered as the tight space grew more cramped as his partner was pressed against him, the clenching walls squeezing him tightly.
“S-stop-pleaseIcan’tbreathe-“ He gasped, panting heavily as the cramped space barely gave him air. The liquids that coated him were making his skin numb and tingly, and it unnerved him. “D-digest me-? N-no no no no-god please no-“ He whimpered, kicking more.
The doctor smirked as he watched Harry squirm against his gut, licking his lips and figuring after a few minutes that it was about time he should join Brian inside. “Y’know what, I think it’s time for seconds~” He pulled him closer, yanking off his shoes and throwing them across the room. Then he lifted him up and opened wide, lowering his legs into his slimy jaws. Harry’s eyes went wide, grabbing onto his suit and trying to pull himself away from him.
“N-no, NO- STOP-!!” He cried as a gulp pulled his legs into the doctor’s throat. It was no use, the larger man was much stronger than him, pushing him backward into his gaping maw. His long slimy tongue lapped at him to make him easier to get down, swallowing to pull him down to his middle. Harry shouted in terror, trying to kick his legs but hardly able to in the tight tube of his throat. The doctor grinned and tilted his head back, pushing him even deeper and swallowing him up to his chest. He panicked and wrapped his arms around his lower jaw, a fruitless but desperate attempt to not get himself eaten. And fruitless it was, as Dr. Dolion grabbed his arms from his jaw, pushing him up to his neck down his throat.
The doctor opened his mouth wider as his head slid into his mouth, his chin resting on his slick tongue, which quickly got to work in slathering his face and hair with a thick coat of drool. He sputtered and coughed, whimpering as it pushed him right to the entrance of his throat. Though he tried desperately to grab something, it was too late. The doctor left his mouth open as he gulped, the light from his office disappearing from view as Harry was pulled down his throat, his arms being slurped down after him. Dr. Dolion held his hand to his neck as he felt his form slid down it, huffing once his airway was clear and groaning in satisfaction as his weight sank into his belly, unbuttoning his jacket as it grew too tight.
Harry was squeezed down the narrow tunnel and pushed into his cramped stomach, squished against Brian who yelped as he was pressed against him.
“H-Harry-! Oh god-“ He whimpered, sniffling. The two awkwardly tried to hold each other, but was interrupted by aggressive rubbing from the doctor, which managed to squish them more.
“Aahhh~ I couldn’t have asked for a more filling meal~” He teased, chuckling. “Get comfortable, you two are gonna be there a while~ Well, maybe not a while, but for the rest of your lives.” He snickered. The two both squirmed and kicked at the walls, shouting obscenities at him, though were smothered by the clenching walls that soaked them in fluids that made their skin numb and soft. With his stomach already having been at work, the acids were already starting to kick in, a tingling and stinging sensation meeting them.
“Agh—d-do you feel that?” Brian asked, gasping in a way he was almost hyperventilating.
“I-I do—this isn’t good—Brian w-we’re gonna die-“ Harry whimpered, losing any composure he had left.
“Aren’t you a smart one?” The doctor chuckled as he heard him, kneading his stomach and belching. “Ah, pardon me.” The two coughed and gasped as it stole air from them. The two were squished tight within the therapist’s gut, and his kneading only made it tighter. They could hardly move, and both of them were running out of air.
“N-no- we can’t- we can’t die-“ Brian choked out, trembling and kicking in desperation.
“I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry-“ Harry held him, sniffling.
The doctor heard them, chuckling coldly and patting his belly. “Aw, poor you. Get over yourselves, your whining won’t do you any good. You’re food, that’s all you are. The only difference you two will ever make in life is to my waistline.” He taunted them in a bitter tone. “Now be quiet, lunch shouldn’t talk.” He huffed, pushing against his stomach. It growled around its occupants, clenching tightly and pushing the acids into their skin. The acids had risen to fill a third of the chamber, starting to submerge Brian who was crushed under Harry. They started to sting and burn, and the two winced.
“O-ow- oh god-“ Brian whimpered, panting. Harry could feel the acids starting to rise to submerge the other, trying to move off of him, but the space was too tight to. The doctor burped once again, leaning back in his chair.
“I c—I-c-can’t-“ Brian gasped as more air was taken from them, hyperventilating as he couldn’t catch his breath. He got lightheaded from the lack of air, even the pain from the acids burning him felt fuzzy.
“Calm-calm down, just try to breathe-“ Harry tried to help him, but didn’t know what to do. A louder groan from around them only seemed to be a sign things would get worse. Each clench made the now-searing acids rise higher, a sizzling starting to be heard around them as their skin started to burn and blister, both crying out in pain.
“H-Harry-y-!” Brian cried out, choking and sobbing in agony as almost his whole body was submerged in it. Harry tried to pull him out of it, gripping him tightly in fear.
“Agh- no- s-stop this already you goddamn monster-!” He shouted at the doctor.
He would’ve shouted more, but as he tried pulling his partner higher out of the acid by his arms, to his horror his skin was soft enough to tear off from him doing this. Brian shrieked in both pain and just by feeling it, splashing back into the acid as the other lost his grip. “O-OH FUCK—FUCK!” Harry cried, even the skin on his own hands rubbing off a little with that effort.
“H-help me pl-plEA-“ Brian begged, before the acids rose high enough to cover him completely, his voice drowning out into gurgling.
“B-Brian-?” Harry whimpered, feeling for him and alarmed at the height of the caustic fluids. In panic he tried pulling him above it, but only tore more skin from him, which was already melting and flaking off from the acids eating through him.
Brian struggled as he tried to push himself up as well, his lungs screaming for air. In an act of desperation, he gasped for air, but acids filled his lungs instead, burning through the soft tissue of his insides and killing him. Harry felt his form beneath him go limp, fear hitting his heart.
“N-no- Brian- BRIAN!” He shouted, shaking him. With no response, he started to sob, punching the stomach walls in anger. “Y-YOU FUCKING BASTARD-!” He screamed at the doctor with all his might.
Dr. Dolion heard this and laughed, roughly rubbing his gut with a smug smile. “Aw, pity, you really do care about him. Well, did. Not sure how much care you can give to some dead digesting meat.” He taunted uncaringly.
Harry was pushed somewhat into the acid and against Brian’s body, to which he whimpered in disgust and horror. “S-STOP-“ He cried, coughing as he nearly choked on acid, the air quality only getting worse. The liquids he stewed in only got thicker and soupier with his partners melting flesh, which sickened him further. His own skin was burning and melting off, exposing muscle and flesh to the stinging fluids.
“Just accept this already. You’ll be dead soon, just like him. Nothing but a forgettable addition of fat. It’s almost sad really, you two had promise. I even gave you some real advice. Not that it matters anymore.” Dr. Dolion sighed, continuing to rub his distended gut. It groaned and gurgled loudly, the walls threatening to smother Harry, and his rubbing didn’t help. There was barely any air left, and he panted heavily. The acids were up to his neck now, and he fought to stay above them, pushing against the muscles that clenched him tight.
“G-go to hell-” He spat at him, gasping.
“Who’s the one burning here~?” The doctor sneered, poking him. Another loud gurgle elicited a decent belch from him, pulling the rest of the air in his stomach. Harry whimpered as a tight clench forced him under the acids, not letting up. It burned his face harshly, and he tried to reach for air, but there wasn’t any left. His chest hurt as he needed air, and he couldn’t fight the urge to breathe for long. Like Brian, he forced a breath and acids filled his windpipe, searing through his flesh and lungs and suffocating him quickly.
Dr. Dolion grinned to himself as all the movement within ceased, the only noises from his gut being the groans and gurgles as it digested the forms inside.
“I hope your experience was satisfactory~” He hummed, giving his stomach a pat and clicking off the recording. “You two will do me nicely.” He yawned, resting his head in his chair as he closed his eyes, eventually drifting to sleep. Brian and Harry’s bodies slowly broke down into an unrecognizable stew as his stomach broke down their flesh and bones, until there wasn’t a trace of the couple left. Just as he’d stated, the only difference they made was a forgettable addition to the doctor’s waistline.