"N-no, stay away from me! Don't come any closer!" Cut Man shouted in a cowering huddle with his back against the wall, his body trembling with his eyes watering on the verge of tears. A looming presence stood over him casting a shadow across his trembling frame, until it crouched down to get closer to the robots eye level.

"Hey now little guy, calm down. It'll be alright, no need to be scared." The human male said in a calm soothing voice, reaching his hands out slowly for the robot. But the extended hands just made Cut Man flinch away and kick himself back even more firmly against the hard surface of the wall behind him in a blind panic response.

"It's not alright! Please just leave me alone! D-don't eat me, I don't wanna be eaten please!" The smaller life form shouted with a cracking voice, slumping to the side. Cut Man looked away from the human and shut his eyes tight, holding his hands up over his face in a pathetically futile effort to ward away the approaching grasp.

The human paused in curious concern and lowered his hands to regard the robot while cocking his head. "What do you mean you don't want to be eaten? Of course you do, that's such a silly thing to say." He said in bemused dismissal, a warm paternal smile on his lips while he slowly scooted closer to Cut Man. "Besides look at you, you look like you're freezing. Can't imagine how low your batteries are. Come on, my belly is empty and you need a home, this is your lucky day." He concluded and began to reach out for the robot once again.

But Cut Man shook his head violently and tried to speak through a sudden bout of hyperventilating. "N-no, it'll be bad... it'll just end up bad, like always. Bad for both of us. You won't like me. It'll be bad, I'll be bad." He said in a quick sharp flurry of gasping breaths that were barely coherent, by the end of his panicked half retort he was slumped entirely on the ground with his arms covering his head while he sobbed into the dirty city floor. "D-don't eat me, just don't eat me, just leave me here..."

The human flinched back at how destitute the robot was becoming. He didn't understand what the little bots malfunction was, but his heart was breaking seeing him in such a state of despair. So he eased back and held his hands up in a non threatening display. "Okay, okay okay! Calm down little guy, take some deep breaths. At least let me take you back home, you can get nice and cozy in an electric blanket and I have some E tanks I can share with you. Would you like that?"

After a few moments of labored breathing, Cut Man peeked up from behind his protective arm barrier with his eyes wide and glistening. He sniffed roughly and lifted off from the ground, wiping his face with the back of his glove. "Y-you promise not to eat me?"

The human smiled softly at the question and held his arms out gently once again. "I promise I won't eat you unless you want me to." His arms were open and hands waiting on display for the little robot, who after taking a handful of seconds to collect himself finally pushed himself to his feet and walked into the embrace. Cut Man was lifted up by his underarms, and held close against the humans chest as he stood back to his full height and began carrying him off. They made a short journey from the dreary alleyway where they happened to stumble across each other to the humans apartment building, not coming across any other people on the way while he trudged up through the complex and finally reached his own residential unit.

He strode inside carrying Cut Man along towards the living room couch and set the robot down on the cushion. Cut Man sniffled and fidgeted on the seat while the human retrieved a wooly electric blanket to wrap around him, and he quickly started to relax under the comforting warmth soothing his weary body. After bundling him up on the couch, the human left Cut Man alone for a few minutes to collect an E tank from the kitchen. Bringing it out and handing it to the robot to gingerly sip at, the nourishing energy of the fuel warming his insides as the blanket did for his outsides.

The human sat down on the adjacent couch cushion and reached a hand out to pet at the robot, but Cut Man flinched away from it and scooted against the armrest of his end of the couch. The human just laughed it off with a tender smile and leaned in the opposite direction to let the little bot feel more comfortable, and turned on the TV to idly watch. The glow of the screen in front of the couch distracted Cut Man from his thoughts and the creature comforts he'd been provided settled his nerves. After only an hour and upon draining the contents of the E tank completely, Cut Man soon flumped over and fell asleep before his head hit the padded arm rest. The human looked over the slumbering robot and licked his lips while his stomach rumbled, it'd be so easy to just scoop up the sleeping little guy and swallow him down on the spot. But instead he just leaned over to take the empty E tank from his hands and tucked the artificially heated blanket around him tighter and then went about the rest of his night as quietly as he could to let the robot get his rest.

Eventually day broke and Cut Man roused awake, feeling more refreshed and recharged than any morning in recent memory. It took him a moment to even remember where he was, looking around an unfamiliar living room. When the human peeked over the headrest of the couch to look down at him the robot flinched at the sudden appearance.

"Good morning, little guy. Slept well?" He greeted, Cut Man still wary but nodded as he clutched the blanket still wrapped around his shoulders closer to his body. "Now that you got a warm cozy little rest and a refill on your energy, think you might want to help me out for breakfast?"

Cut Man's eyes widened and he winced away from the human, though a whine of hesitation squeaked out of him as well. He looked aside as if debating with himself, but then finally clutched his eyes shut and shook his head harshly while whimpering.

"Okay okay, relax. That's fine, I was just asking. Like I said, I promise not to eat you unless you want me to." The human said reassuringly, reaching a hand over to pet at the robots head. After a very soothing night that eased his physical aches, Cut Man didn't jerk away from the petting this time. Instead he couldn't help himself but to nuzzle up into the affectionate gesture.

"A-are you sure it's fine? You're hungry, right? You're not.... gonna kick me out for being bad?" Cut Man asked quietly, afraid of the answer. "You're not... worried about getting in trouble because of me?"

The human rubbed his hand down the back of the robots head and gently pat him on the back. "Don't you worry about me, little buddy. I'm not the type to do stuff just because I'm 'supposed' to do it. And I'm covered for my breakfast needs anyway, I just wanted to see if you'd changed your mind that's all."

Before Cut Man could inquire further, there was a soft rapping at the apartment door. The human strode over to answer it, and Cut Man glanced over the couch to observe. There walking through the door way was another robot! Clad in blue with a helmet on, and slightly smaller than Cut Man since this robot barely came up to the humans waist. "Right on time! Come on in, Rock." The human greeted the newly arrived bot who walked into the apartment with familiarity.

Before the blue robot could do or say anything else he spotted Cut Man on the couch and let out a gasp of surprise. With excitement he scurried over to jump onto the furniture, making Cut Man flinch back from the sudden approach. "Hey there! My name is Rock, or you can call me Megaman! Nice to meet you!" The eager boy introduced himself, leaning forward on his hands and knees atop the couch cushion while looking with piercing delight into Cut Man's eyes.

"Uhhmm.... Nice to meet you, Megaman... I'm Cut Man." The hesitant robot returned, pulling the blanket around himself tighter in a defensive response. He didn't know what to make of this newly arrived guest yet, and was still feeling guarded despite his positive treatment so far.

Rock looked back over his shoulder at the human as he came around to take a seat on the couch as well. "You didn't buy him, did you?" Rock asked while gesturing to Cut Man. When the human shook his head no, Rock nodded dramatically. "I figured! I mean, if he was your property, why would he still be outside like this and not already in your belly?"

Cut Man frowned at the rhetorical question, fidgeting where he sat while Rock continued to look over him with deepening curiosity. "So whatcha doing here? Was there a sleep over? Is your owner just letting you visit?" Cut Man winced and leaned away from Rock, his expression tightening with every question.

The human interrupted before Megaman's game of twenty questions could continue. "He's a stray, like you." He said with a playful sharpness, causing Rock to whirl about and face him with a faux offended huff at being referred to like that. Cut Man simply looking on in reserved confusion. "I found him behind the building and felt bad so I invited him up for the night. Now leave him be. You're here for breakfast, after all~"

Rock smiled and turned away from Cut Man at last, crawling along the couch to climb into the humans lap.  The hungry human grinned back at him and grasped the robot by the hips, adjusting him in their intimate proximity and lifting him towards his jaws. The observing robot watched as the human huffed warm breath into Rock's face and lathered his tongue across him, slurping over his forehead and cheeks and down his chin and began licking along his neck and chest. The humans stomach started to growl with audible hunger as he sampled the blue robots flavor, and Rock groaned in appreciation at the sampling he was being subjected to.

After savoring the snack in his grip for a short minute, the human finally opened his maw wide and lifted Megaman into his yawning jaws. Megaman giggled excitedly into the organic abyss that was descending upon him, disappearing into the mouth with a ravenous suckle. His little bootied blue feet kicked in the air as he was being slurped away, shoveled behind those drooling lips as easily as any other meal. Disappearing from the outside world and going from being an overactive blue robot to nothing but a lump of food sliding down the humans throat gulp by gulp. With a final schlorp his squishy feet were stolen away and a last thick swallow sent him flowing down with nothing left behind to prove the robot ever even existed as anything but a bulge down the humans front.

Cut Man watched the meal playing out before him with rapt attention, almost hypnotized by the sight as Rock was devoured. His gaze followed the preylump down his neck as it flowed towards his gut, his belly swelling out with the presence of devoured robot being curled up inside the hungry organ. He was so entranced by it that he didn't notice as the human leaned over to the side getting closer to him, until he finally tore his gaze away from that protruding gut to glance up at the humans face just in time for him to open his mouth and release a short but heavy belch right into his face.

The robot flinched back with a blush warming his cheeks at the gastric expulsion, unable to restrain a swoon. The human chuckled and pat a hand over his gut, groping and rubbing over it while glancing down at Cut Man and quirking his brow invitingly. In a silent acceptance, Cut Man finally let the blanket slip off his shoulders and crawled over along the couch to reach his hands out and rub at the mans stomach. Feeling the curled up figure of Megaman inside, the blue belly stuffer making a muffled moan from under layers of pudge and flesh.

Sighing under the pleasant contact of robot hands rubbing over his robot filled gut, the human laid out longways on the couch and Cut Man adjusted to climb over his body and lay against his belly. The robot nuzzling his cheek against the stuffed gut while brushing his palms along the breadth of the taunt well fed flesh. For a few minutes they laid quietly together, Cut Man applying tender longing belly rubs while the sound of churning digestive stomach activity filled the apartment.

Eventually the human let out another thick belch and groaned, then glanced down at Cut Man who looked up with wide envious eyes to meet his gaze. The human smiled with a knowing furrow to his brow, then opened his mouth and pointed a finger into the drooling entrance invitingly, asking without words if the robot wanted to join his breakfast. Cut Man's mind was a whirl, he flinched forward almost climbing towards those open jaws on instinct, but felt a twitch of hesitation holding him back. A few logical deductions turned in his head, and after a few seconds he succumbed to his urges and climbed up towards the humans mouth.

He felt puffs of warm organic breath hitting his face as he reached his hands up to grip at his lower jaw to heft himself into the hungry abyss. Drool dripped down across his head as he pulled it into the mans mouth, and it sent shivers down his body. He couldn't help but feel sheer delight at being consumed, every instinct and dopamine replicant feedback sensor programmed into his mind was overwhelmed with sheer euphoria. All of the restraint and hesitation and fear he had evaporated from his mind as the rush of pleasure from feeding himself to the human, the task he was created to fulfill, pushed him to climb into his jaws and slide down his throat with a fleeting squeal of delight as he passed behind those wet lips. Squishy flesh embraced around his head and shoulders, suckling slurps pulled him away down to his waist, and the mans tongue curled between his legs to help scoop the last of him inside. Finally his legs were swallowed down like noodles, while his upper body was sent down the gulping grasp of gullet muscle that dragged him towards the waiting stomach below.

The chilly air of the outside world was replaced by the intense inner body heat of the human body, the sensation of wet flesh compressing against him from every angle and humid pungent fumes filling his sensors sent sparks of joy through Cut Man's circuits and made him fidget with pleasure as he flowed down the throat. He slid down smoothly and easily, literally built and molded specifically to be an easy meal as any other robot was, and within moments he was pouring into the gurgling occupied stomach.

Cut Man landed ontop of Megaman who was already inside, the blue robot yelping with some slight surprise as the other bot was pushed into the cramped space. The two squirmed against one another, pushing against the slippery surroundings and each others bodies to try and fit themselves into a comfortable position inside the stomach. A process that was both helped and worked against by the shifting wet walls around them, the gut undulating and bouncing against their bodies while they moved. Finally they managed to settle into a curled up embrace while the gastric fumes around them swirled and rushed back up to release in a crass wet belch that sealed their status as food.

The robots didn't have any modesty about wrapping their arms and legs around each other to fit in the tight confines of the stomach, it was as natural as bacon and eggs settling into the same stomach together after all. They were breakfast. Megaman's excitable personality did cause Cut Man to cringe away from him though, as the blue robot started giggling.

"Glad you decided to join me! He always says he prefers a light breakfast, but his tummy never feels full enough with just me in here." Rock greeted encouragingly, rubbing his hands out against the walls around them which gurgled appreciatively in response.

Cut Man huffed slightly under the grind of gut muscles against his body, feeling waves of pleasure rolling through his circuits. "So... does he eat you for breakfast every morning like this?" He asked his bellymate, wanting to confirm some of his assumptions.

Megaman nodded with an eager grin. "Well, not every morning! I take turns with my sister. On odd days it's me, on even days he eats her! But yeah, we're his daily meal."

Cut Man let out a soft sigh while his shoulders slumped in relief. "Okay. Good. So, umm, that means he's going to let us out after a while. Right?"

"What makes you think that?" Megaman responded with a playfully malicious smile, hugging Cut Man closer against him as the stomach rumbled and squeezed down over its meal. "You probably should have asked that before letting him eat you, don't you think? Robots like us aren't supposed to be let out, after all..."

Cut Man's eyes widened in a cold panic, and he shoved Rock on the chest pushing him back against the stomach walls stretching out the organ around them. "S-stop that! Y-you're just trying to mess with me!"

Megaman just chuckled and gently brushed the other robots hands aside and let the gut settle back around them. "Hehe, sorry I couldn't resist! I mean it just seemed like kind of a silly question!" Cut Man sighed in relief again, and slumped resting his head against the dripping wall to the side, while Megaman just smirked. "So I hope you don't mind me asking a silly question of my own: why would you want him to let you out?"

Cut Man looked away from Rock, taking a few moments within the gurgling chorus of digestive activity around them to muster up the will to answer. "I-I know we're... supposed to stay in a humans belly. It's what we're built for. To be food, permanently filling up our owners stomach. That's what we're... supposed to want. And it IS what I want... at first." He started to answer while Megaman listened patiently.

"I had an owner, she bought me as a birthday present for herself. I was so happy to be swallowed up by her and I thought her tummy would be my only home for the rest of eternity. But..." Cut Man whimpered and took a deep breath to settle his nerves. "After maybe half a day? I started to feel... claustrophobic. It started out as just feeling really uneasy, but after a while I couldn't stand it. I started freaking out, kicking and shouting and struggling, I gave her an upset stomach and she had no choice but to let me out."

Megaman could tell it was an intense memory for Cut Man to recall, especially when they were inside a stomach, so he let him take his time as he continued. "I couldn't be more sorry and I wanted her to try eating me again the next day. But the same thing happened again. No matter what I just couldn't handle being inside her for too long. She got... upset with me." He sniffled as the memory made him start to tear up with heartbreak. "I was a bad robot... I wasn't doing what I was built for. I was defective. She didn't want anything to do with me anymore. So I ran away, so I wouldn't get her in trouble for having me but not keeping me in her belly."

Rock nodded and snuggled against Cut Man, patting him soothingly while he caught his breath from the emotional recollection, while the stomach gently kneaded around them as if to try and help soothe. "It's not your fault. I'm the same way."

Cut Man looked Rock in the eye with surprised curiosity. "Y-you're... you can't handle being in a stomach either?"

"Well for me it's a little different, but it's pretty much the same thing!" Megaman answered, leaning back against the curve of the stomach walls, trying to ease Cut Man's fretting with a carefree attitude. "After a while in a stomach, I just get... so bored."

"Bored?" Cut Man asked, in slight disbelief.

"Yeah! I know it probably doesn't sound as intense, but after maybe six hours I just start losing my mind!" Megaman elaborated, pushing his hands out against the stomach walls demonstratively. "There's nothing to do in here but sit and be a good little meal? I can't handle it! I want to run around and read books and watch TV and play soccer and DO STUFF! All we do in here is digest and I just can't handle it after a while, I need stimulation!"

Cut Man nodded with some guilt, feeling bad about initially assuming being 'bored' wasn't as bad as how he felt. "I get you, yeah that is kind of the same. We're built to want to be in a stomach and digest like good food should, but something's... wrong with us."

Rock smiled and leaned in, getting close enough to boop his nose against Cut Man's face plate to get him to look him in the eyes. "It's called being Irregular! I read about it in a book. It happens to maybe one in a million robots! Someone put a zero instead of a one, or misapplied a fuse, or something ticks when it's supposed to tock. Could be one of countless different things, but we just don't like being food the way we're supposed to for whatever reason."

Cut Man frowned softly and looked around at the stomach confines around them, rubbing at the walls tenderly. "Not for very long anyway... Right now it feels nice. But I know it won't be long before it starts feeling the opposite of nice."

Megaman nodded as he joined in rubbing at the belly walls, a muffled echoing groan rumbling from all around them as the human they were inhabiting enjoyed the internal stimulation. He could have been moving around and going about his day as normal out there, the two robots were too muffled away under layers of gut to notice anything but the immediate digestive activity around them though. "This guy is pretty understanding about it. He always lets me and my sister out before it starts getting... bad. You're lucky he found you."

"So... you don't live with him, right?" Cut Man asked, curious about the arrangement they seemed to have. "If they did a census and found out he had robots living with him but wasn't keeping you in his belly, he'd get fined wouldn't he?"

"For substandard care, yeah. They definitely wouldn't believe him if we tried to tell them that keeping us in his belly at all times wasn't what we wanted." Megaman affirmed. "As far as anyone else would be concerned, the fact he allows us to spend any amount of time outside of his belly is cruel and irresponsible!"

"So, where do you stay then?" Cut Man asked, his voice slightly drowned out under the sudden digestive gurgle of the gut groaning around them.

Megaman patted at the organic walls in a faux scolding tut tut motion. "Heh, me and my sister live in the empty apartment next door! The landlord can never find anyone to stay in it for some reason. So we're squatters! Off the books so nobody gets in trouble." He concluded with explanation with a nod while crossing his arms behind his head and resting back against the churning walls. "We just need to play hide and seek and stay out of sight on the first Sunday of every month, when the census comes around to check up on all the registered tenants."

Cut Man listened with rapt attention and his eyes started to widen with his best puppydog gaze by the end, not saying a word but radiating an aura of desperation and need. Megaman looking back at him with a wincing smile, and chuckled before saying. "If you want to stay with us, you're welcome to!"

Rock barely had time to punctuate the sentence before Cut Man lunged towards him, wrapping his arms around him in a deep grateful hug so suddenly and fiercely it cause the stomach to ripple all around them. Rock let out a tender bemused 'heh' as he rubbed the other robots back, along with the grinding activity of the hungry muscles around them.

"Glad you two have worked that out in there." The human said aloud to himself while patting over his stomach. He knew they couldn't hear him while inside, his voice was too drowned out amidst the rest of his digestive activity. But if he paid close attention he could hear them from inside him, their synthetic voices reverberated against his inner walls well enough for him to pick up on. The man sighed contently to himself and lounged on the couch, enjoying the feeling of his temporary morsels for a few more hours as they digested within.