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Thinking so much about a pred who targets people and "works" on them a lot.

Bullying them. Cajoling them. Demeaning them. Talking about how many calories the would-be prey would have, and how well they'd look as an inch on their hips. Talking about how they might as well want nothing more than to become stomach fat, since it's all they're good for.

And eventually, the victim starts believing the pred.

Maybe they'd be better if they were nothing more than a thick layer of pudge on that asshole's hips. It's humiliating and embarrassing, but the way they talk about it makes it sound like the prey genuinely has no other options. No skills, no life. So, really, they may as well allow themselves to be eaten by the pred.

And eventually, that day comes.

The pred knows when they've won. The prey is done arguing and protesting, just looking at the pred with dead eyes. The fight has left them--now, they're basically just a walking meal for the pred to enjoy.

So, they do. Quickly and greedily, they slurp the prey down, not even stopping to savor their flavor. The prey only curls up tightly in the pred's gut, not even bothering to fight against the stomach walls that squish over them and knead at them until they're soft.

This is the pred's favorite part--feeling that pathetic morsel sitting heavily in their gut, just letting themselves be digested. In the morning, their body will be adorned with a new, fresh layer of pudge, but right now? They're focused on enjoying the best parts of digesting their meal.

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Chewing helps with digestion. Saliva itself contains enzymes that help with digestion. Chew your food well, they say, as it aids in digesting your food.

But you?

You're too good to chew up.

We go through this every time, you and me. You never remember... but I do.

I need to feel you, squirming and bucking beneath my skin. I need to be able to run a hand over my distended stomach, physically feeling your form. Feeling the vibrations of each gurgle and groan. Feeling as you slowly become softer.

I need to feel you being forced into submission. I need to feel you melt into me, unable to escape the sweltering conditions and tight, overwhelming embrace of my stomach.

I need to feel you become a part of me.

You scream, cry, beg each time. I'm not food, you say--which is so silly, because if you weren't food, why would you break down so well in my gut? Fill out my stomach and hips so well?

It's where you belong. Face it--there'a no better place for you than being smothered against my stomach walls. I bet you even like it, don't you?

No?

Well... sucks to be you, then. I enjoy every delicious second of your slow digestion.

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Imagine: having to share the pred's stomach with their Christmas dinner.

It's INCREDIBLY awkward and annoying. Like, if they're going to have a prey, why proceed to eat enough food to feed twelve men? (At least, that's how it feels).

They could at least let the prey digest with dignity. Make it as comfortable as possible. But no. It's incredibly gross and annoying when another mouthful of... what, mashed potatoes? Falls on their head. Ham, mashed potatoes, rolls... is that salad of some kind they're eating now? Who even knows at this point.

They can barely even tell where they end and the mountain of chewed up food begins. It probably doesn't even matter anymore, though. They're both going to be digested anyways. The prey can just picture it now: hours later, they're pumping through the pred's intestines, being absorbed by their body and being reduced to nothing but nutrients and a layer of fat on their body.

If only they could speed the process up. Maybe then, they wouldn't suffer so much. They're already starting to tingle and sting a little, and the Christmas feast that the pred is indulging in is doing nothing to soothe them as they slowly gurgle away in the pred's gut.

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Dragongirl x princess. Is this anything

The dragon isn't a vicious monster the way many fairy tales make dragons out to be. Instead, she sneaks into the castle every night, smooth-talking the princess. Flattering her night after night, complimenting how sweet she is and how beautiful she is. Eventually, the princess opens up; she's betrothed so some awful prince from a neighboring kingdom, and she doesn't want that at all...

And then, she begs the dragongirl to "take her," In whatever way she sees fit.

The dragon can't pass up an opportunity like this, so she opens her jaws wide, guiding the princess in, and takes her sweet time swallowing her down, tasting every inch of skin, relishing in the princess' soft body and tender taste...

Eventually, the princess is settled in the dragon's gut, curled up tightly. She's trembling just a little bit from the rush of it all, but it's so... Warm. So secure, so safe. It feels so liberating to be able to choose her own fate this way, and really, what better outcome could she have asked for? Becoming part of a dragon's body is a privilege not many people get.

The dragongirl lays back in the princess' bed, purring softly and stroking a clawed hand over her distended stomach. It works quickly, letting out a cacophony of strained gurgles and groans as it works on its large meal... And soon, the dragon's belly begins to soften and round out.

Come morning, there's hardly any trace of the princess, save for the dragon's still slightly bloated belly and the new layer of padding on her body. She doesn't leave the castle just yet, though--she wants to make the princess' decision public, and show everyone the princess' new home...

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Thinking about a nervous prey that didn't REALLY want to get eaten trying to stay as still as possible as they're squeezed tightly by the pred's stomach walls that threaten to digest them

Meanwhile pred is completely blissed out and debating on whether or not to keep their prey or let their stomach do its thing. It feels SO good when their stomach muscles clench and squeeze the prey tightly, contouring around their body and pulling a pained groan from them. Much to think about

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imagine this

you let out a satisfied belch as you lean back on my couch, your belly spilling between your legs, gurgling and sloshing loudly, you pat and rub it soothingly savouring my lingering sweet taste on your lips

I squirm and move creating bulges on your tummy, sometimes a particularly strong movement forces more burps out of you, I’m not struggling, just getting comfortable, I run my hands over the stomach walls, worshipping your belly as it breaks me down. I try to stop myself from whining or moaning but the thought of being digested into belly or ass fat is too exciting.

you taunt me, tease me for being such a prey slut which turns into telling me just how good of a little prey I am, which increases my squirming which feels wonderful on your end.

maybe you drink some soda or have some snacks along with me, but eventually you fall asleep with me still in there, as the night goes on I slowly digest and get softer and softer, becoming bat girl slush in your guts.

when you wake up I’m not fully digested yet, but I’m certainly long gone, you jiggle what’s left of me around and greet me, to which your belly replied with a long bubbling gurgle…

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Marry Me Soup with Italian Sausage

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No, you're not tweaking at all. I reblogged it from you, and it's GONE.

So I don't know what happened but I can't find the "ask game" thing I reblogged yesterday??? Like, at all??

So now I'm sitting here looking at leftover asks in deep confusion because I did not memorize that stuff AT ALL so I'm basically just like

Am I tweaking?? WHERE DID IT GO?

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Vore is always adult content even if it's safe for work sorry, don't give minors and ppl who want to take advantage of a cartoon trope wiggle room for sexual predation...lurk until your safe to engage. Sorry.

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Reblog this if you like goopy, painless digestion! Y’all are my people

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So... You're new to the community and want to know how to tag your posts...

Well, you've come to the right place! I have been seeing way too many people not understanding how to tag their posts, so I'm going to (hopefully) explain a little better how to tag it.

Thanks to Tumblr's ban on, ahem, Adult Content, you can't just straight up tag your posts as vore. But fear not! Here are some variations you can use:

V.ore, v/ore, v0re, vor3 (I personally mainly use the "v.ore" variation)

Great. So, now you know how to tag your post as vore. But what about the other things?

Everyone in this community has different tastes, but there are a few main sub-categories of vore.

Soft vore: Use this for when the prey is swallowed whole!

Hard vore: Use this for when the prey is eaten in multiple pieces (torn apart, crunched up, etc etc)

Fatal vore: Use this for when the prey is digested and dies

Safe vore: Use this for when the prey is totally safe!

Okay, we've got the main categories out of the way. But wait! There's more...

Safe vore tends to come with a few extra tags: "Extreme Cuddling" and "Endosoma." There are other tags you can use, but the other tags end up inadvertently clogging up the fatal tags, so it's best to not use them.

Now... What are some tags you can use to describe the scenario? Well, I am glad you asked that, dear reader! You can use tags to describe the overall state of the pred/prey.

For preds: willing pred, semi-willing pred, unwilling pred, male pred, female pred, nonbinary pred, ambiguous pred, cruel pred, sweet pred, gentle pred, monster pred, human pred, giant pred

For prey: willing prey, semi-willing prey, unwilling pred, male prey, female prey, nonbinary prey, ambiguous prey, monster prey, human prey, tiny prey

Make sure you tag the species of your pred/prey, as some people don't like humans in vore, and some people don't like monsters in vore.

"What about what's happening in the scenario?"

There are different kinds of other kinks that can be mixed into vore.

foodplay, fearplay, primal play, hypnosis, intox, giant/tiny (G/T for short)

"But what about the act of vore itself?"

There are many different ways a pred can ingest a prey. Yes, I know, it seems silly... But this whole kink is kind of silly and unrealistic, so bear with me!

Methods of consumption: oral vore, anal vore, cock vore, tail vore, belly vore, pec vore

(Note: you will probably have to play with the spelling a little and/or censor these words).

"What about what's happening inside the belly?"

Inside the belly: Digestion, painless digestion, painful digestion, orgasmic digestion

(Once again, the kink is pretty silly, so, you can make Digestion feel however you want it to feel for the prey.)

"And the aftermath?"

It's up to the writer to decide what they want to happen after the prey has been consumed. There are some ways you can tag what's happened afterwards, though:

post vore, weight gain, reformation vore, regurgitation

"Okay, but like, what about when things are just implied or not explicitly stated?"

you can use: implied vore, implied digestion, implied fatal

Tagging is a great way to reach the specific audiences that you want to reach, and it's also a good way to avoid trouble later down the line. Leaving a really broad tag on a super specific post will expose people to stuff they don't want to see, and nobody wants that kind of trouble. Yes, it is up to people to curate their Internet experiences, but why make it challenging? Tag posts properly to help avoid conflicts!

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cw: plush pred, mentions of digestion near the end

imagine one day you get an enormous package delivered to your house.

you drag it inside, and open it to discover a huge dragon plush. you didn't order it... but the plush is so well made! it has little patches of embroidered scales, a soft ruff of fur around its cheeks and down its back, and its mouth is open as its head is in an upright position. it even has a silky red tongue. whoever made this put a lot of work into it- it would be a shame not to keep it, wouldn't it?

the dragon fits on your bed, curling around the whole length of it. you snuggle up next to it that night, ready to doze off, when you hear a deep chuckle. you look around wildly for whoever made that sound, and check your phone to make sure there wasn't a video playing or something. you don't notice the dragon licking its chops with that silk tongue, since its head is high above to.

you don't get time to react as the dragon lowers its jaws around your head. one second you're looking at your phone, and the next you're surrounded by darkness and warm, soft fabric. the fabric at the back of its throat has opened up, and your head is already inside before it even has to swallow. you start to struggle, but plush claws clamp around your body. despite apparently not having any muscles, this dragon is alive, and strong, and hungry. you can feel its tongue licking you, tasting you, and it starts to purr in delight.

one swallow forces your shoulders into its throat. the fabric stretches around you, stuffing moving against you like the peristalsis of real throat muscles. you know from the size of the dragon that you're probably not even halfway down its throat. this is going to be a long trip down. you keep trying to break free, but it's difficult to breathe in a tight throat, and you just end up tiring yourself out.

as it gulps down your chest, the dragon lifts you up and holds you horizontal. that damn tongue is still licking you. it flicks against your groin with interest, and you shudder. it moves on, swallowing you deeper and tilting its head back. you begin to slide with the aid of gravity.

eventually, you feel your legs slip inside of its gullet, and then your feet as it closes its mouth. by this time your head has entered its stomach, though it's still just stuffing. you can feel that the fabric is still stretching to accommodate your body, but it's not so tight now. you're slowly squeezed into its belly. the dragon rolls over onto its side, its claws around its belly as it groans and purrs with pleasure.

you assumed it would be over here. you assumed it wouldn't be capable of digesting you. but you seem to have assumed wrong as its stomach starts to move and growl around you, pushing your body this way and that, your skin slowly starting to numb. you start to thrash, struggle, anything to escape! but the dragon just pushes against you with its claws, forcing you back to the middle of its stomach as it enjoys its meal.

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I am blind. I cannot see. But you know what?

That does not matter.

My hunger drives me; I don't need to see you to catch you. I can hear your footsteps, your heartbeat. The breeze carries your scent to me, telling me where exactly you are. I can stalk through this maze, quiet as a mouse, and catch you. Running will only prolong this arduous ordeal, and darling, don't you know how much I desire you? Your panicked breathing is getting closer, your scent getting stronger... and...

Now, I have your taste on my tongue. End of the road, darling.

Your fists bang on my shoulders. You're going to leave me with bruises - but that's okay. I forgive you. I swallow once, pulling you in quickly. My throat muscles contract and pull you in eagerly, and I hear you yelp and I feel you squirm and try to pull away... But it's no use.

I wonder... How does your face look right now? How does your soft body look while it's slowly being dragged down my gullet, where it belongs?

It's moments like this where I wish I could see.

I tip my head up. Just a few more seconds, and soon, you're rapidly slipping down my throat and spilling into my stomach. I let out a steady breath as I feel my middle stretch almost painfully. I rest a hand on my gut, and then, I sigh in satisfaction as you start to thrash and squirm violently.

It's of no use, darling, don't you get it? You're mine... All mine, now.

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Creamy Tomato Butter Beans

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butternut squash and sausage tortellini soup

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Making wine

1) gather fruit like grape or plum that has a visible yeast bloom on it

2) smash whole fruit with fist. Yes, without washing. You don’t want to wash off those wild yeasts. Yes you can leave the seeds/pit

3) stuff smashed fruit into a reasonably sterile container, with a cloth lid to stop spiders and flies from falling in. You can also sterilize a big pickle jar with boiling water and just lightly place the lid on top.

4) top up with distilled (Not Tap Water, which contains chlorine and stuff that kills yeast) water till the mash kinda floats a bit, and add a big dollop of honey, or other sugar source.

5) wait 12-30 hours, while looking for bubbles formation to show yeast is going crazy

6) mop up the sticky foam that bubbled up from your wild yeasts processing the FUCK outta those fruits. Turning fruit sugar into alcohol and CO2 gas

7) after three days, get tired of cleaning up sticky foam overflow residue every morning and night, and scoop out most of the solids

8) after 8 days of fermenting, see bubbles slow down, sediments start to settle, and move liquids to a carboy with a water-air lock.

9) continue to allow fermentation until bubbles stop forming.

10) if it smells awesome, drink and bottle that shit. If it ever starts to smell rancid; toss it.

Congrats, you’ve participated in a traditional brewing art that humans have been doing since 7,000 BC. Like, bronze-age human delights.

If anyone tries to tell you that winemaking is hard, ignore their opinion.

It’s hard to make specific flavors, specific alcohol percentages, and specific appearances. Yeasts present on fruit skins wanna make wine so bad they look stupid.

If you want your wine to be shelf stable and not keep it in the fridge all the time, you gotta measure it’s specific gravity and do a little math conversion. If it’s too low, toss some vodka in there to make a “fortified” wine. Extra alcohol = protection from going bad.