SPOILER ALERT!

This story contains serious spoilers for the heavily story-driven game Virtue’s Last Reward of the Zero Escape series. I recommend you complete it yourself first if you wish to get the best out of it. In fact, I encourage you not to look up any art of K either, it will ruin your experience with the game. The whole trilogy is amazing and can be easily accessed on Steam should you wish to experience it for yourself. You can also easily find playthroughs of it on youtube, I can’t recommend it enough.

Additionally, this is a sequel to my other stories Mysterious Stranger and Mysterious Stranger 2. You may want to read those first to understand what's going on, though it is not exactly required.

Even after getting more or less back up there in terms of height, Markus continues to be a handful. Shrinking himself yet again, ge’s a little too excited to put himself in harm’s way and K is growing worried. Willing safe vore included!~

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Oh K

Markus wondered if this was repercussions for his littering earlier. Here he was, shrunken in the garden yet again by playing with experimental technology for the sake of playing with experimental technology. Deep down though he never regretted pushing that button. He looked up and around, seeing the massive dome arc above him, simulating a brilliant sky. He then looked back to the door, his eyes barely catching the little spot where he spat out his gum earlier. He had fully intended to go pick it back up but now that seemed… unlikely.

His train of thought was interrupted by a familiar sound of sliding doors, a loud hiss. He knew it was K, and he wondered if he could grab the metal titan’s attention, so he ran out on the path in front of K. However, the massive armored man had already diverted, watering can in hand to hydrate the potted plants at the waterfall. With a quiet trickle, Markus would enjoy the soft sound of it for a moment, before wincing as K stepped on that piece of gum on his way back. He knew he would have to apologize for that later.

He did take a quiet pleasure in seeing that gum compress under the flat, ridged underside of K’s boot, compress, and then streeeetch as he walked away, before snapping to his sole like… well like Markus himself when he is too excited.


Markus was so distracted that he barely noticed the danger of K walking towards him again. He began to wave, and almost got a shout off when K’s boot swung over him, and began to fall. He gasped, closing his eyes for a moment. He felt something cold and wet impact him, his body sinking into the chewed gum on K’s foot, and his head fitting comfortably between the rubber crevice on the underside of his boot.

He was frankly shocked that he didn’t get crushed, or even injured for that matter! But he didn’t hold his breath. With a gentle shot up, and a swing, he felt his stomach drop from the shift in gravity as the foot came down again. A loud thump sounded out around him as K’s boot impacted the wooden path of the garden, sending dust up into Markus’ face.

It should have been terrifying, but Markus was in complete bliss with each repeat of the cycle, just enjoying each step as K moved over to the bench and eventually sat down. Markus was submerged in darkness for a moment, until the foot came up once again, this time to rest on the armored man’s knee. Markus took a deep breath, splayed out on the sole with the gum, just enjoying the cool breeze of the simulated environment.

“Uhm… what?” Markus heard a familiar dulcet and yet metallic voice, and looked around for a moment, trying to find K’s face, before finally making eye contact.

The horizontal slits on the armored man’s eyes spun around in their sockets, conveying all of the confusion and concern without even having to make an expression. “Markus… This has gotten past the point where I could reasonably believe it to be a coincidence. How does this keep happening?” K pushed his hand forward, tentatively wrapping his fingers around the little man and giving him a tug. He let out a distressed groan when the gum would not give up the tiny human so easily.

Markus found himself surrounded by the metal fingers, squeezed and compressed between them as they pinched on his body, and then repositioned to somewhere else to better get him off of the gum-covered surface. Eventually, Markus felt K’s fingers at his back, and with a sticky stretch, he was pulled off from the gum, giving a soft snap as he did. Markus groaned in mixed pleasure and soreness from the fingers doing their work, laying on K’s palm in a daze.

“Markus, you can’t keep doing this. Eventually your luck, which has frankly been astonishing enough as it is, will run out. I do not wish to even entertain the idea of what will happen then, let alone personally test it out.” K said with some legitimate concern. But Markus simply laid on his palm, sighing out in bliss. K gave the little man a prod, hoping to get his attention. “Markus?”


“Sorry… I was just imaging you swallowing gum, and it getting stuck in your digestive tract for seven years.” Markus commented. K cocked his head, utterly confused.


“I…” K let loose a deep sigh. “Do you mean the urban legend about swallow gum? Is this another one of your… uhm… fantasies?” He asked Markus. The little human perked up at K’s suggestion, smiling warmly before K raised a hand, hoping to quell any… desires. “I guarantee you wouldn’t last anywhere near that time. Not even seven hours.”

“Oh yeah? How about nine hours!” Markus exclaimed, trying to get a chuckle out of utterly unimpressed K.

“Markus, please…”

“Sorry.”

K sighed and shrugged. Clearly now was not the time to have a serious conversation. He liked Markus, a lot, but he ever since their first proper conversation, he dreaded being the source of the little man’s harm yet again; while Markus seemed to only warm up to the idea over time. K felt the little, gum-caked guy in his hands, slightly dreading the question that was going to pop out of Markus’ mouth any second now.

“Hey K? I uhm… keep thinking about that gum and…” The little fellow spoke up. “Do you think you could uh… eat me?”

Despite expecting it, K looked a bit surprised, a little stunned even as he struggled to find his words. “That… seems less than sanitary.”

“Well I mean I can wash up while you take your helmet off and such. I mean it’s just gum, it comes off if you just pull at it-” Markus was about to continue when he felt the fingers squeeze at him a bit more, silencing him in K’s grip.

K seemed to be pondering something; his free hand on his chin, his expression unreadable behind the usually expressive mask until finally he directed his distant gaze back at the little man in his hand. “Very well.” He said, caving perhaps a little too easily.

“W-wait… really?” Markus said, a little shocked.

“If it’s what you want, then I will not judge.” K commented, caving in with surprising ease as walked over to the small pool of water, where the lion-shaped tiles remained. “I have learned not to fight you on these desires. They’ll just grow and grow in this place.” K said in a slightly teasing tone. “You would just find some other way to get yourself in danger later if I were to deny you now, wouldn’t you?”

The armored man dipped his hand below the surface, water rushing over his palm and surrounding Markus as the hand fell out from under him. The little guy sank for a moment before resurfacing, sputtering a bit and looking up at K’s masked face as the titan stared down at him, just as expressionless as before. This seemed almost too easy, but Markus was too into the idea to question any suspicions he might have had.

While the little man got the bits of gunk and dirt off of his body, K took a large key out from a pocket in his suit and slotted it into the opening on the back of his helmet. With a soft click, he pulled off the helmet and revealed the handsome face of Kyle Klim. He ran his metal-covered fingers over his scalp, ruffling the already messy hair and sighing out in a bit of relief. Kyle looked down to Markus, who gave the colossal titan above a happy smile.

Once Kyle was ready, and Markus was cleaned up, the big hand scooped under the little guy, pulling him from the water and bringing him up to his face. Markus had the biggest, most gleeful expression on his face, which warmed Kyle’s heart, and made this next step easier.

“Enjoy yourself down there while you can Markus… I suppose I’ll try to do the same up here.” And so, his mouth opened, though it was almost like he had to force it to happen. The jaws parted, and he let out a nervous exhale, struggling to get Markus into his mouth. At first, he started with his upper half, but then fumbled and ended up sliding the little guy’s legs in first. Markus would feel the floundering tongue struggling to curl under him, and he tried his best to help things along, grabbing onto Kyle’s lips and sliding inside of the mouth.

Kyle uncomfortably shifted Markus around his mouth, frankly finding this whole process… uncomfortable. Roughly, inside of the compact environment of his mouth, Markus would squirm and be squeezed by the tongue. Into the teeth, into he palette, it hardly seemed that there was a surface in there he hadn’t slid across of as Kyle worked up the courage to swallow. And all the while the little man would find himself being coated in saliva, a thick viscous film of coating around Markus’ body, soaking his clothes and making him moan. The heat within Kyle’s mouth would only be amplified by his deep yet steady breathing, each breath carrying with it the pungent scents from deep within the man’s stomach as well as a new wave of steamy heat.

Markus felt himself carefully poised by the tongue, as Kyle tried to work out the best angle to work him into the pink, fleshy gullet ahead of him. The small fellow wanted to help in any way he could, and so when his feet touched the back curl of the tongue, Kyle’s reflexes kicked in. The tongue surged up, pressing him on the roof, pulling him down over the back of the tongue and sliding about halfway into the slimy embrace of the throat. Quickly, he swallowed again. Markus got a face full of tongue, shoved back even deeper into the gullet and swallowed whole and alive.

Outside, Kyle sighed and groaned a bit as he felt the solid being slide down his throat. The sensation slithered uncomfortably down through his chest, before settling down inside of his stomach. He sighed and sat down onto the bench, a metal hand making a soft clack against the armor on his abdomen. He slid his hand back and forth over it, just enjoying the moment as Markus rested inside of his belly.

Inside the stomach, there wasn’t much to mess with. Markus clamored around in the cramped chamber, his hands slimily squelching the ridged flesh around him. A pile of chewed up, short spaghetti strands surrounded Markus waist-high from their lunch earlier that day.

The chamber groaned and churned quietly around him, his wiggle space shrinking and growing with each flex of gastric muscle. Markus sat in there peacefully, enjoying the soft sounds of Kyle rubbing on his belly through the armor. The little guy could scarcely fathom how quickly all of It had just happened. A single request and a little bit of insistence was apparently enough to persuade K to do something like this? That didn’t seem likely. “So wait… Did you seriously just eat me? Just like that?”

“I must admit Markus. Your desire to be eaten by me is just… odd. After all we went through, you just want to sit there in my stomach, and melt peacefully away…” Kyle commented, still a bit perplexed by the whole ordeal but finding the sensation of Markus moving about within him… oddly pleasing. “Unfortunately, that is something I cannot allow you to do.”

Markus felt a disturbance shaking the small cramped space around him. At first the little guy assumed the stomach had come to life, but after a few minutes of fruitless tremors, he heard the distinct sound of gulp up above. And before the tiny thing even had the time to react, a rush of water flooded into the stomach along with a softly fizzling purple pill. Outside Kyle smirked a little deviously; his little trick had played out exactly how he anticipated.

He slid his helmet back over his head, the key clicking within the lock and sealing Markus within the suit along with its owner, at least for the time being. “You will be safe uhm… within me for a few hours to come. Which is why I would like you to use the time you have to think about your actions.” K continued, his tone considerably more stern than usual, almost like he was chastising his tiny friend. It also sounded clearer; a combination of his natural voice, and the sound of the voice modulator within the helmet. “I don’t mind indulging your fantasies, Markus. But I also do not wish to bring you harm no matter how much you may fantasize about it. Please, I believe by now I have earned the right to ask you to consider my feelings as well.”

Markus was stunned; he didn’t have much to say in response. And he really couldn’t, not in this position anyway; K definitely wouldn’t be able to hear him all the way down there. “Oh… K…” The little guy sighed sadly at the sudden realization of and guilt over what he had been doing to K over the past few weeks. The little guy slid down along the stomach wall, looking down at his leg, still a prosthetic from when… well it did not matter. What mattered was the fact that Markus had completely overlooked how his suicidal bravery was affecting his dear friend.

“I do hope you enjoy your time in there, but please be more careful in the future. I would never forgive myself if something happened to you…” The masked man held out a considerable pause. “Again.” He added with a hint of his previous guilt seeping into his voice.

Markus pushed himself firmly into the stomach wall, feeling like an idiot for overlooking such a simple, obvious thing.

The little gesture earned a chuckle from K though. “I will take that as a promise then.” He said, smiling beneath his mask. “For now, please feel free to enjoy yourself. This is, after all, the reason I allowed you to go in there in the first place. Not to mention, this discussion is one I would rather be having face-to-face, hah hah hah!”