#YES IT'S VORE

[risto-licious]

birthday snack timeout!

"Take a rest, professor" If your friend is collecting overhours at the desk and wont go get some rest despite eyes getting more and more sleepy, a certain man from the sea will have to intervene. Gut prison? Flesh bed? At least it's warm and cushioned! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ACYL!!! 🍰✨

(acyl's oc orphas in the tum & my oc risto!)

[supernormalblogname]

something or other

[suzyandthefox]

Hear me out

Armored preds

Masked preds

Knight preds

Hero preds

So much freaking potential

Knight in shining armour trope? Bodyguard trope? Mysterious hero trope?!

Preds that only give you a glimpse of their face/mouth when they're about to devour you

Maybe you can only see their eyes before that, and you focus on them, they give you the sweetest look possible before taking you in

Or them taking off their mask, giving you trust to keep their identity safe as you trust them as well.

Just preds who have a very unapproachable appearance (Intimidating,Rough,Scary, etc...)

But also has the softest tummies ever

Idk man

Shout-out to @opikarts

Their Oc "Knight" inspired me to write this post.

[mysticcomfort]

Ghostie is a lil silly, but it’s better than the alternative

[dicipher]

People who like crawling having 99 reasons why:

Me, a scarletella enjoyer:

T- tall..

Big...

T--t--t-ta-

Big... red... monster man.....

B-big

Big hands

Big-

T-tall-

[scottinaussie]

Fr. Mike Schmitz

November 2022

[lesbianoms]

I think it would be so sexy if I was just tummy fodder for a woman’s belly kink stream. Just a nameless bulge packed down in that squishy, hot chamber~

She strips off all her clothes and reveals me to the world, rubbing me and playing with her pussy, maneuvering around while she masturbates so that her belly can always be seen in various different positions on camera.

I’ve been digesting for hours— when she starts up the stream her gut is deliciously noisy, round, and tight like a beach ball. I’m long gone but she talks to me as if I’m still there, humping the firm swell of me, dripping her cum all over and pressing her belly into the mattress so she can hear all my strained gurgles inside <3

The chat is ablaze with hearts and donations as she talks dirty to me, completely ignoring the fact that we have an audience. Whispering and moaning these lustful, nasty things to me in such a loving way. Continuing to dominate me even though I’ve already been ravaged by her gut. ❤️

Fuck I’m wet thinking about this now~!!

[triple-pupil]

Hello, shippers.

Do you want a hella complicated ship?

A ship with so much hate between the parties it's unbearable?

A ship where the characters desire to destroy each other to a fault, but meanwhile they'll go and have way more tension than they should?

I present...

This pair of weirdos.

Because seriously, WHY DOES THIS SCENE HAVE THIS WEIRD TENSION????

AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO SEES IT?????

IT'S BLINDING

FUCK ALREADY, KILL EACH OTHER, DO SOMETHING ALREADY

[askbloatedbellyblog]

Ron Kamonohashi's Forbidden Deductions Belly Sighting

So a great new series called Ron Kamonohashi's Forbidden Deductions (Though the other version of the title is Ron Kamonohashi: Deranged Detective which I think just sounds cooler) is a new anime based on the manga by Akira Amano. She's created some other great series like Reborn and élDLIVE and has done the designs for characters in Psycho Pass. But this marks at least the third time that series she's associated with have had great belly content like here and here.

Ron Kamonohashi is a disgraced detective, forbidden from actually solving crimes due to an incident in his past. He uses his friend and police officer Totomaru Isshiki to help him solve crimes for...reasons.

Anyway, Ron loves brown sugar syrup and here he is after he ate extremely well at a buffet. It's even canon to the manga too!

I love this clip and it came out of nowhere. Plus I love him hola hooping and making himself sick here because he's a doof and had this on his wish list of things to do. He definitely should and probably could eat more. Since there's only one video per post I'll post this with the clip showing his spread right before too.

[mochiandturtles]

I didn't like my original design for Voice of the Hunted so I redesigned him obscured in dim lighting!

Got that animalistic perspective on the go.

Here's a bonus doodle!

[the-sussy-imposter2]

Jest calls himself a pred, and in practically every aspect of his life he embodies that title.

Expect for meal times. Some how they always ends up on the plate. (They say they hate it but they dont mind)

[a-smol-storm-gt-nomfs-blog]

It's so bright, but somehow, just as unnoticeable.

[lesbianoms]

A pred going about their day with half-conscious prey in their belly.

NOT because the prey is being digested or anything like that. Quite the opposite, actually...

It's because the prey feels such a euphoric mix of bliss, pleasure, and safety that each moment within the pred is spent in hazy and heavenly recollections~

Imagine a pred sporting a hefty gut while out in public, their shirt riding up to reveal that firm orb of flesh. It’s completely obvious there’s a person in there. The long, drawn-out gurgles and whines of their satisfied belly are audible over the sounds of the city and the chatter of others.

And just imagine the pred’s meal curled up inside their stomach— their clothes made wet by the squishy walls, moaning and mumbling... shifting around beneath that insulated layer of flesh. Twitching, dreaming. They’re pleasantly overstimulated to the point where their entire body is constantly tingling and the area between their legs and thighs is always soaked 🥴

The pred may be doing other things, but they're still verrrry much attentive to their gut. They hum as they stroke it idly, giggling and moaning at the faint stirs of movement. Occasionally they let out an unapologetically loud belch, followed by a sultry look down at their middle, and a pat and a rub for their special passenger inside <3

I think in this world vore isn’t completely unheard of, but it’s seen as a taboo of sorts or a really strange thing to actually indulge in. And so as our pred goes about business, people stare at them in shock or disgust.

But the pred doesn’t give a fuck. They’re not doing this for everyone else. Their beloved prey is in absolute bliss right now, and that's all that matters to them... the only thing that matters... ❤️

[epphfervescent]

Umm opinions on swallowing, or throat bulge? 👉👈

v positive opinions

[nompunhere]

You've been staring me down all day. Not that I don't appreciate the attention, but it's... getting a little unnerving. My reading is interrupted a rather loud rumble from your stomach, from your position on the couch. I look up from my book to see you, of course, still looking at me. There's a sort of conflict in your eyes. Consideration, as you eye my curled up form, tucked into my favorite chair.

I offer a nervous smile and speak up. "So, eheh, sounds like we're about ready to get started on lunch-?"

"Get in my belly."

...I must've misheard you. "I- Sorry, what was that?"

"Get. In. My belly."

That low growl hardly sounds like you. I can see saliva building up at the corners of your mouth, your features painted in sharp relief to my eyes as fight-or-flight starts to kick in, involuntarily. It must be evident in my expression, by the way you jerk that piercing gaze off of me so abruptly, bowing your head to run your hands down your face.

Hesitantly, I set the book aside and sit up, tense. "I'm- I'm afraid I.. don't understand?"

You growl again and snap your eyes back up to mine. "It can't wait any longer—I need you in there. Now."

I flinch back and scrabble against the chair as you abruptly stand and start towards me. I can't get my limbs to work right. I don't- what- "What's going on? I-I- W-what are you- you doing?"

"You have no idea how long I've been holding back, do you? For your sake. You'll be fine. But I'm not, and I won't be, not unless you can sate me." You're exceedingly close, now, looming, arms to either side of me and watching my every move with what I now recognize as hunger in your eyes.

Out of panic, my arm flies toward your face, but you catch me by the wrist before it makes contact. The reflexes of a predator, I can only imagine. I tug at it with a whimper, cowering against the back of my seat. I trusted you, but now- now-

"I don't want this either. But this has to happen, before I start actually hunting down strangers. This is the better option. You'll be fine, I promise you. But I need this."

Your growl is the last thing I hear before my world goes dark, and damp, and hot.

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It's... calmer than I expected. No acid, for one thing. Seems you weren't lying about me being alright. ...Physically, at least. The walls shift and knead, but they're strangely passive. You'd gone quiet after, er, eating me, even if your guts hadn't. It took a while for you to come to your senses and reassure me that you truly mean no harm, dragged out of your instinctual post-meal bliss by the sound of my terrified and betrayed sobs. I'd only just calmed down a bit, soothed by the sound of regret and urgency in your voice to make amends, before you succumbed to the urge to nap.

And now, I... don't know what to do. It seems safe enough, at least? So here I sit, hidden away deep within you, listening to your sleeping body's inner workings. All that fear, slipping away into.. boredom? ...Peace, let's call it that.

It's soft, at least. I think the warmth is starting to get to me, bringing with it a deep drowsiness. Maybe this.. isn't so bad. Maybe I can still trust you. Maybe I could, mm, join you, in your.. nap...

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