#cooking vore

[horrid-terrible-nightmare-sex]

Thinking about cooking vore and boy do I love it.

A pred and a prey have a nice dinner, but the pred is pushing all the food to the prey. The prey soon gets taken along to another restaurant where they are quickly stripped and gagged before a party of preds starts marking up their body with markers showing what cuts of meat they want and soon enough the prey, still struggling, gets handed over to a Korean barbecue chef who chops them up live and cooks him in the spot.

[wholegrainvore]

micro prey is like “omg noooo don’t eat me whole I don’t wanna be digested alive 🥺”

pred goes “ok”

jump cut to pred cooking prey on a skillet, whistling

[longpigitaly]

This pig is read for the oven 😏

[deathfeedee7162]

Any chef need a pig , or wanna feed and or inflate me till i burst irl , tell me ehat you would do to me

[coopers-kitchen]

I'm not above a little subterfuge to get what I want.

Let's face it, as good a chef as I am, some pigs don't realize they're pigs. They want a long, happy life when what they need is to be devoured before their meat gets too stringy.

I bumped into this pig at the pool while scouting for some fresh meat, and I could tell he's used to guys like me hitting on him - and me telling him how big my oven was didn't do much to persuade him.

It's cute. If I was a lesser chef and actually cared what my meat had to say, I might have listened.

Instead, I offered him a beer to make up for my "mistake", and slipped a pork-e-lax tablet into it. A few seconds and the happy little pill dissolved, totally flavourless. If he'd been paying attention, maybe he would have caught it, but then I would have just had a good old-fashioned hunt.

Well, he drank that beer in five minutes flat, and you can tell that it was starting to have an effect. I told him I was going to take him home, fatten him up, and eat him, and all that resistance melted away. As soon as I told him that there were at least three other cannibals checking him out, he agreed to come along quietly. After all, everyone knows I'm the best chef there is, and if you're going to get eaten you might as well be delicious.

Seeing how placid this pig got, I think I might start incorporating pork-e-lax into more of my more resistant meals. It's always fun to break in an unwilling pig until he's desperate to be eaten, but it definitely makes a nice change that I could head to the mall or go out to dinner and escape might not even occur to them.

Luckily Sausage here doesn't need much fattening - he only needs another ten pounds, tops, before it's time to roast - and that shouldn't take more than a week or two, especially now that I've had his balls.

Sausage here is going to get a longpork, pretzel, and beer stuffing before he's covered in a sticky BBQ glaze, impaled alive, and roasted over an open flame. I might even take him down to the beach - he talked about going there for a 4th of July BBQ with some friends, and I think they'd all love to see what became of him. Who knows? If I bring some Pork-e-lax, I might even come home with a brand new housepig - and maybe a nice oyster skewer to start off my feast.

[boy-fuel]

Thinking about being put into a stew and just melting into it like I'm a boillion cube..

Aware and alive despite being soup..

Served to a group of hungry folks that eat all of me with ease, stuffing themselves until none is left..

Feeling myself be eaten, savored and absorbed by the greedy guts of multiple people...

[hunter-creature]

A tiny little thing on your doorstep. A cute girl, unsure how she got like this, unsure of where she is. It's been a few nights on the street now, but the weather is getting worse, and she needs to take the risk. If she doesn't stay in a home tonight, she *will* die.

She sadly looks up at you, hope in her little eyes, her voice quivering with fear. It's her first time being so close to a normal sized person since .. Whatever happened to her. The difference really is palpable from so close. She explains her situation. Asks if she can come in. She won't be a bother, she promises. You don't even have to spare food or water if you're unwilling.

She's helpless. Alone. Scared. And she has no idea how much worse things are going to get for her <3

They say a storm like this might kill up to a third of the local feral tiny populations. Of course they probably still thought of themselves as people while the rest of the had moved on to properly labeling them like animals. Now one was desperate enough to risk coming to my door.

"Oh, you poor thing. Let me help you out," crouching down only made me loom over her more. Reaching my hand out I could see the flash of fear and the hesitant step back. Like she could ever hope to run if I was going to snatch it up from the floor. It took a few seconds for her to find the courage that climb onto my hand herself. Feeling her shiver and shake at my every move bringing her inside. I told her I was just about to make dinner and she will join me. I could see the flash of fear run through her expression before I laughed it off. Of course I wasn't going to eat her. She was my guest tonight and she would be well fed.

I left her on the dinner table before moving to the kitchen. She'd be strand there. Any attempt to get down would almost certainly lead to her death. It would take me almost an hour to finish. Letting her stew in the uncertainty, the hope, the planning. When I returned she was still where I had left her, probably paranoid I would do something if it seemed like she searched for a way out.

"Dinner's ready! I'll just take a tiny part off from mine cause you won't eat all that much", I said that probably loud enough to hurt, but she hid it well. I set down a bowl for myself and a tiny saucer for her. She was watching my knife the whole time as moved to cut something in a bowl too high for it to see. It was so hard to keep it together as I scooped up her spoon and tipped it out over her plate. The upper third of another incon wetly slapped down, just an arm, head, and torso, skin browned and splitting, leaking fluids. Her screams of horror was worth all the acting. "Well? Don't be fucking rude! I made this food just for you"

[ianarovoices]

Two employees work together to cover some living meat with batter…

I write full stories sometimes, isn't that crazy? AND I narrate them in my sweet voice too!

Click play above for me to read it to you, or read it for yourself below.

Mind the tags! This is NOT soft vore like my usual content!

Full written story under the cut...

“Oh!”

The meat giggles, letting out a small laugh as the batter begins to cover its body. Lottie pours steadily, getting the batter all over. She always starts by covering the midsection of the meat, then going lower, and finally back up and even higher to the face, sealing the meat’s eyes shut with a mix of uncooked dough and olive oil. Something about not being able to see usually makes ‘em a bit more scared of what’s about to happen. So, by now, she’s done this long enough to know to save that for last.

“She’s pretty happy about this,” says the new guy, looking over all confused as he continues to rotate the skewer. His motions have slowed a bit, too.

“They always are,” is her only reply. She narrows her eyes. “Also, ‘it’, not ‘she’.”

Before he can protest, she barrels on. “Now, make sure you’re rotating that skewer nice and steady. Otherwise, the batter won’t go  on evenly.”

“Ack, sorry!” He speeds up, and now his rotations are even once again.

Lottie smiles. “Great, thank you…uh…” Her brows furrow in confusion as she begins to cover the meat’s legs. “What was your name again?”

“It’s—”

“Actually nah, don’t tell me.” She laughs. “If you’re still here in a week, then I’ll be sure to get your name then.”

He opens his mouth to counter this, but then, wisely, decides to say nothing.

“Good choice,” she mutters under her breath, before beginning to cover the top of the meat with batter. As expected, when she pours batter and a bit of extra oil over the meat’s closed eyes, it begins to squirm just a bit. “It’ll be a little wriggly as we finish up here,” Lottie explains to the new guy, quickly pouring the last of the batter, “but it’s all covered now.

“And the finishing touch…” She grins, reaching onto the nearby counter for an apple, placing it daintily it in the meat’s mouth. “There we go…!” she proclaims triumphantly, dousing the apple with oil and a sprinkle of spices. “Put it in the frier, and it’ll be ready in, at most, half an hour.”

She turns to the new guy. “You’ll have to keep an eye on it, ok?” She told him this during the new hire initiation, but it really bears repeating. “You never really know how much body fat is on meat like this, so it’s really important to watch while it cooks, see how close it is to being done.

He nods. “Yep, got it,” he says. Though she definitely saw how his eyes glazed over as she repeated the instructions…

But she doesn’t acknowledge it. Lottie only watches silently as he lifts the skewer up, carrying the meat to the frier. Hopefully he really does “got it”. If he doesn’t, well…!

She licks her lips. Punishing the new hires is always a fun time.~

[tyrantking]

Is anyone hungry? Dinner is ready

[feedingfat]

This fat cow has always dreamed of being fattened and taken to a live kitchen so that they can enjoy her delicious belly. She has already accepted her destiny of being nothing more than a piece of meat that will be very well fed and taken to a grill where she will be a delicious cooked fat cow, even eats other cows to be ready for that day

[bunnygirlstew]

I quite like the idea of being on a spit. Rotating slowly over coals. Every so often a chef teases my sensitive spots with a brush full of herby oil.

[coopers-kitchen]

Here's a tip for any aspiring longpigs: nothing will buy you a one-way ticket to the oven faster than an apple in the mouth.

It's the perfect way of saying exactly what you are, and what you intend to become - a delicious longpork dinner.

This hog is particularly eager. In fact, he's gone so far as to write his meat grade on his side - a little cocky for sure, but I can't help but agree. Would you believe that this pig isn't even 230 lbs? I almost didn't, seeing the size of that gut or those fat rolls.

This pig desperately wants to be roasted in the oven, and based on that first photo I agree. It makes his best assets stand out, accentuates that juicy belly, and makes his hams look fat enough to keep me fed for a few days. Still, I'm not one to turn down a little extra meat.

As soon as he gets to my place I'm going to cage him for a while. In fact, I have one coming free in a few days - a little cramped, but as long as he's comfy in that position who cares? A week or so being forcefed my 100% efficient pigfeed and he'll definitely pack on a few pounds before it's time to slice off his oysters and graduate him to housepig status.

Still, I don't think that status will last for long. Sometimes you see a pig who's perfect for a big event like Halloween, Thanksgiving, or plain-old Thursday. This pig doesn't need much work, so I'd say he'll be around for a few days before he's shaved, stuffed, and roasted.

For this pig I'm going to go with a nice honey, apple, and whisky glaze. For the stuffing I'm going to go for longpork, fresh apples, berries, and honey. After all, you don't always need exotic stuffing ingredients, Longpork is already the most decadent ingredient there is, and the most important thing is always to find the right recipe for the right pig. I can't wait to dig into this succulent Porkboy. It's just a shame I can only cook him once.

[nicolas5]

[longpigitaly]

Merry Christmas from me 😈

[deathfeedee7162]

I wish more people would dm me ,and tease me harshly and need a feeder