#digestion mention

[wholegrainvore]

A pred swallowing a prey who they don’t realise is immortal and immune to digestion. They fall asleep with a full, happy tummy, and wake up to … that exact same squirming belly. Their brows furrow together as they prod at their stomach, and the prey inside laughs at them for their foolishness, expecting the pred to let them out now that digestion isn’t a possibility.

But the pred is stubborn.

“You think I’ll let you out just because I can’t digest you? Newsflash, sweetheart: I like how you feel in there. I haven’t given up a meal yet, and I’m not about to now.” The pred smothers a belch as their prey begins to start thrashing around with panic, smirking to themselves. “Shhh… we’re gonna get to know each other real well by the time you give up, I think.”

[mmmleckerlecker]

seen a couple of posts recently exploring preds as actors and having to film a swallowing scene, which was not something I’d really thought about. but then I kinda started thinking about it and… what about AFTER the swallowing scene? what about pred actors who have to film for hours on end, take after take, with a bellyful of prey? to cut on costs, the prey inside is an extra who makes a living out of being “the belly guy.” the pred actor legally has to take regular sips of water to keep digestion under control and periodically releases the extra for breaks (the prey extras are unionized btw). buuuut then they’re forced to swallow them down again and continue work. and just…

the pred has to stand awkwardly while the director talks to their belly, informing the extra when their cue to kick is and then having them practice a few times.

the pred doesn’t have any lines for the scene but they’re in the background and for continuity sake they have to be standing the whole time and they are SORE from the weight of the prey and if they could just rest their belly on this nearby table between takes…

the pred going into autopilot while they take notes and stroking their pleasantly full belly until they remember they’re in a professional environment and hopefully nobody saw that…

everybody just sorta,,, forgetting that the extra is still in the pred’s belly and talking about them like they’re not there. even going so far as to referring to them more as a prop that the pred actor has to handle rather than another living person.

trying to film a scene where the prey is fighting for their life inside the pred but they just can’t get it to look right and now the pred’s whole belly is sore and tender from so much struggling but, again, they don’t want to look unprofessional and rub their gut in front of everyone

or! on the other end of things… the prey has to put up with filming scenes where they’re kneaded into submission by the pred, rubbed tenderly by the pred’s co-star, or tossed around and squished during an action sequence

I could could go on but just …. ough

[lesbianoms]

I can never really get behind fatal vore worldbuilding. Maybe I shouldn’t try to think about it that hard, but my strange relationship with all facets of this kink have made me deeply empathetic towards one-off prey who aren’t even real.

I guess I’m saying this because I just read an original vore fic. Extremely well-written with dynamic characters, but there’s always the hanging discussion of morality and human worth in a lot of those stories. Sometimes they address it, sometimes they don’t. But I’m like…always thinking about it. And I wish I didn’t.

There are moments where I’m able to bypass this. Normally because I’m imagining scenarios or writing drabbles where my favorite characters are the ones doing the devouring, and then it doesn’t seem so bad, because my brain doesn’t have to fill in the gaps of if the prey could have been them, or me, or anyone that I love in real life. Intrusive thoughts are a bitch.

And it’s also probably because I have control of what I write. Can’t really explain it, but that helps a ton.

Agh. It’s a hard position to be in sometime. Good thing is, I finally told my therapist about my vore kink, and I’m actually seeing her today. Trauma is definitely at the center of these responses to those kinds of fatal stories— which isn’t any of your guys’s problem, so I won’t go into it any more than I already have on this blog. But I just wish I could separate my “normal” fiction morals from the kinky vore ones. Maybe one day.

[teal-fiend]

a pred who eats you and then forgets about you the rest of the day. you are resigned to your fate as their meal.

you feel your body being tossed around throughout the day, as they carry you with them, slowly digesting you

very slowly. in fact, as the day comes to an end, you are still very alive and largely undigested.

the pred actually spits you out. explaining that they thought you'd be easier to digest. And since you were taking a while to digest, since so little progress had been made, they didn't want to trouble you any longer. You can go free

[pampulonad]

got horny over belly now im bricked thinking about peristalsis

the way the muscle just ripples down to push things through the pylorus, the sounds that come from it while it mashes and grinds things into a thick soup for the body..~ fuuuuck, and the air bubbles that happen while it churns things around~?

and when it's empty and it starts flexing? have you guys ever seen an empty belly with peristalsis happening it's literally the hottest thing ever..,, fuck the mucus-slicked walls, the stomach mindlessly searching for food and finding none, throwing a tantrum of growls and moans,::,,,

hhhgod fuxk fuckfuck im getting waaaay too worked up thinking abt thishhhg~

-🌄

[nomstellations]

a fun angsty thing ive been thinking about preds that HAVE to eat live prey. Maybe not digest them, but regular food makes them sick and their body demands living food. the pred doesn't want to even consider eating anyone out of fear of hurting them, but they'll HAVE to eventually...

[sillyromance]

(WARNING: angst (a person abused in the recent past), one strong word)

Please, don't hurt me. I don't wanna pain anymore. I'm cornered and exhausted. I beg of you - don't make me suffer, I didn't mean anything wrong! Please...

- I won't. I promise.

It is a flash of light reflecting from you teeth and then - nothing but humid darkness. It feels...oddly comforting. Soon I stop struggling and let you devour me, lulled by warmth and softness of your internals. Every long, powerful swallow sends me deeper into you, and I can't help but feel grateful for how gentle you're with me. I'm so fuckin' damaged that your attention to my needs seems unnatural to me - I think I would let an assassin to cut me open if they treated me as a person just for a little bit. Well, actually, that what I do...

I slide, and slide, and slide... And, finally - curl up into your noisy stomach. It groans so loudly, so impatiently that I feel guilty for making it wait for so long. I have been expecting it to squeeze me immediately to brake my bones and melt me down for your body to process. However...

- You're safe. No one and nothing will harm you here. Trust me.

I don't believe my ears. I hesitantly paw squishy wall around me, but there is no acid. The organ hugs me gently; your hand fondles me from the outside - your light touch reaches my back and draws soothing circles on me. I embrace my knees and cry again, but this time, these are tears of relief. Your stomach keeps bubbling and growling, though I'm not afraid. I know that you tell me the truth; I want to trust you so, so bad... And perhaps, it will destroy me again, but I will.

Thank you.

[fairlyqualityanon]

'Safe' Stomachs

Here's something that's been on my mind for awhile:

I know there's a general consensus that in predators with multiple stomachs (often two, or one stomach with a crop), the 'safe'/endo stomach is the first one and leads directly to the second one, where digestion happens. When people have lore/worldbuilding, this is often important to the culture and personalities of various preds.

But what if the first stomach was the dangerous one? Which direction would be the difficult one to move, into the holding stomach or the digestive one?

I really hate betrayal in vore, as much as sex/nudity and even more than gore, so I'll skip that.

Can you imagine the nervousness on both parties if the vore is intentionally safe? There has been a "what if I slip into the secondary stomach", now there'd be "frantically getting myself/prey past the danger zone".

On the other hand, a scared prey that knows about the binary stomachs would be relieved to be pushed into it. Can you imagine the confusion of a prey that doesn't know?

[nombitenary]

Can you describe Chris's digestive system? Does it always loop or is it manipulated? What is the loop's purpose? How long does it take?

He can manipulate however he chooses! His guts are a maze, and this applies whether or not he's digesting a prey. The way you can tell if he's messing with anything is if the walls are glowing- if the whole chamber is glowing? It's digestion. If it's just the individual portions? He's manipulating his insides, either to give his prey an up close and personal massage by squishing them tightly, or to change their surroundings- leaving them even more lost in the gurgling labyrinth.

[pineapplegutzz]

Comic thingy for @karmatheprowlthra cause yes if you love ur pred frens , be a meal and some soup for ur fren/j/lh

NSFW/18+/MDNI BLOGS DNI IF POSSIBLE PLEASE!

[ritopredanyone]

Alright, people who like noms that aren't strictly endo, would you tell me why?

[suzyandthefox]

No new content soo

Have the very first Fatal (with reformation) swwh I have ever written

I wrote this almost two years ago.

Oweis does not belong to me, Neither do any of the characters here, just Y/N :3

G/t M/NB noms, Fatal W/Reformation.

NSFW DNI

When you thought about the consequences of your actions,you never imagined they would be like this.

Life was never an issue for you,as a pixie,you spent your time eating nectar,sleeping and ruining a traveler’s day whenever you could, especially when Phobos encouraged you to.

From stealing away some coins,to purposely misleading them,to using your magic to jinx them,you cackled every time you saw their frustration creep up on their faces.

Humans are stupid,and ruining their day was the peak of your own.

Today was no exception,you saw a handsome young man taking a stroll in the woods, with no equipment, nothing but a weapon on his side.

You deducted that he wasn't travelling then, only walking, a grin creeped on your face.

You thought of the many ways you can make him regret coming here, you could perhaps cut this pretty, long, dark hair that he wears in a low ponytail, or you could make him sneeze for a good few hours,or you could make him trip and lose a tooth.

You noticed that unique lock of hair on top of his head, curled like a weird antenna,wouldn't it be funny if you just cut it off? And it bothered you anyways.

So you flied around the human, giggle as you focus your magic into a tiny spectral blade.

Your laughter, however,is interrupted by a powerful force grabbing you from the air,and a fist squeezing you.

“You thought you were going to do something funny, didn't you?”

You gulped nervously,and tried to wriggle your way from the hold,you wings were basically crinkled paper now, you prayed that they still worked after this.

Now that you are so close to the human you realised he… wasn't human at all,nor was he a Celestan.

The unmistakable crescent mark on his forehead, these shining silver eyes, and the unique, asserting aura,you heart sank as it dawns on you.

“A…Axelia-Maiier?” your words barely came out of your throat.

“Don't call me that if you know what's good for you”

Tears flowed,you were screwed,so absolutely screwed.

Out of all days that your prank could have failed, it had to fail in the presence of THE Axelia, you truly hoped it was all a nightmare but no,it was real,every dreaded second of it.

“And now what can I do with you,you little bastard?”

His hand shifted around you and you breathed after long moments of suffocation,but it didn't last long,for the very next second you were dangling in the air from your foot.

“I could pluck your pretty little wings, or I could keep you hanging upside down like this,or I could keep you in my pocket for later”

Even though you were getting a horrible headache from the blood flowing to your head,you noticed how he licked his lips, they must have been dry,right?

“You know what? I think I'm feeling little bit… peckish.” Wait, what does being hungry has to do with…

Fuck.

You really, really hoped it wasn't what you thought it was,but all your hopes were snuffed out as The Axelia dangled you over his mouth, taking his sweet time in taunting you.

On one hand,it was an honour to be consumed by The Axelia, the one and only,but on the other, you didn't want to die… not in such a humiliating way.

“Ahh~”

But your thoughts weren't important, for it was time to face the consequences of your actions. You were lowered into a cavern of deep crimson red,with pearly white gates,and then you heard a little ‘click’ as said gates were sealed shut, trapping you in horrible darkness.

At least you weren't dangling anymore, despite the head splitting headache you were having from being upside down for so long,but the moment of peace went away, and another form of torture took place.

You were rolled and tossed around pathetically as The Axelia indulged himself in your taste, a loud purr vibrate around you,you didn't have even the tiniest bit of power here, just a little snack about to perish forever, for a prank that went wrong.

You had no strength left in you to fight the strong muscle, so you whimpered and sobbed.

“Please, I'm sorry!” “I'm so sorry! I won't do anything like that again! I swear!”

Your pleas fell on deaf ears as you realize what will happen next,and it won't care about how you feel.

“Axelia-Maiier… please don't do this...”

Your voice dies as the unbearably warm environment shifts around you,The Axelia then swallowed your pathetic,wet form whole.

It wasn't easy, given that he still had the body of a human, but unfortunately for you,it only needed a bit of work before it was completely done, which meant that any chances of getting out,if there was any,was now nonexistent.

You listened to the powerful, rumbling heartbeat,a heart full of power, emotions,and what you sensed it to be something far darker, like it wasn't him.

The fleeting, humbling moment passed and you went through a ring of muscle into the stomach.

You would have just listened to the heartbeat of the Axelia and waited quietly for what comes next,if not for your skin sizzling upon contact with the soft flesh of the walls.

You couldn’t get a single moment of rest,every second since the Axelia noticed you was pain upon pain, and now was the strongest of them,you wished that your mind would just shutdown so you won't feel yourself dissolving and melting.

“I'm sorry,I really am…”

The sounds of the body functions,the horrid darkness, the suffocating humid air,and the acids eating at you.

But before the end came,a force grabbed you into the blinding light of the sun again.

You thought yourself to have been digested,but instead you are held by The Axelia again. This time, however,his hand wasn't a cruel, squeezing fist,it was an open palm, perhaps from how brittle your body was after what happened, your bare flesh exposed to the air and sending you in more waves of pain.

The Axelia mutters a spell,and finally the pain was gone, your wings flutter, your skin grows back,you were good as new.

“There! All good! Like nothing happened!”

“Ax..elia?” You muttered in weakness. “Call me “Oweis”, okay? I don't like the title,” “I don't understand… you just killed me,but somehow I'm back?”

“Well that's because I regene_” “No no,I want to know why you changed your mind, why you suddenly decided that I'm a person.”

He shrugged. “I guess I felt bad for you? Like, you are a little bastard who was going to cut my hair and all,but not to the point where I would kill you, that's just cruel.”

“Cruel,huh?” your voice was filled with seething hatred.

“But you are all good now! So it's fine! You sweared to never ruin anyone's day again.”

“No,I sweared I won't do anything like that again,in that I won't be cutting your hair,but I can ruin your whole life in plenty of ways.”

Now fully regenerated,you focus your magic on taking you away from here, you may not be unable to do anything but you can absolutely tell someone else to do it.

And you know exactly who are you going to tell.

[lesbianoms]

Hhh I love preds that tease their meals

That love em to death and would never actually want them to suffer, but still enjoy the rush of fear that the prey gets in their eyes as they dangle them over their mouth or pounce on them, ready to swallow them up…

The prey is a begging, crying mess. The pred finds this cute, whispering, licking those tears away and humming “you look so pretty when you cry”. Then into the gullet they go…

Sure, it’s not the best experience for the prey. They’re freaking out and begging for their life, struggling and squirming in that slimy sac that serves as their new home, terrified. The pred is in heaven. But rest assured, that either digestion is painless or that the pred is just gonna keep them around as a pet…

Either way, they care about their little darling meal. Something akin to love and hunger all at once as they coo and poke their stomach, listening to all those sweet gurgles inside, mixed with the most adorable squeals…

And the prey will be fiiiiine. It’s not like the pred intends to harm them. After all, why would they want to damage their most precious prey? If it’s digestion, then they’ll exist as somewhat sentient pudge on the pred’s middle, being gently caressed and stroked and kissed. If it’s endo, then the pred gets so many more opportunities to toy around with them. A cherished little plaything <3

Hhhhh if I did fandom vore stuff you’d better believe I’d be writing about my otp in this scenario 😩

[teal-fiend]

safe vore post?

Don't get me wrong, digestion is still close to my heart. For better or worse it can be an extreme power fantasy. The fantasy is literally just destroying someone (or inversely, being destroyed by someone)

Safe vore is more of an indirect display of power. Because there are no serious consequences (within the fantasy), it can be more nuanced.

And it might be more realistic in the sense that it mimics actual real life integration of vore. As in, you can't digest someone irl. You can pretend to, or you can simulate being eaten / eating someone. so anyway

here are some scenarios i thought of (which probably already exist, but there are no true original ideas):

a pred eating a prey just to prove that they can. And they could probably digest them too, if they wanted to. Maybe the pred is being disrespectful, by putting the prey in their stomach, treating them like nothing but food. You don't put people you look up to in your stomach, that's where your lunch goes. And maybe the pred has a sandwich after that, to drive the point home. The pred will let the prey out eventually, but the prey won't forget the embarrassment of being eaten

a prey who fantasises about being eaten, convinces their pred s/o to eat them. The pred is skeptical because they don't see the prey as food, and they don't want to eat them really. But the prey assures them that they don't need to be digested (even if they might want to be). It's enough for the pred to just pretend. The pred will swallow the prey, and then tell the prey about what a filling meal they were, and even if the prey knows that the pred isn't being genuine, they can still get lost in the fantasy of being eaten by their partner.

the classic 'we have to do vore because it's cold out' but make it that the two don't like each other. But the prey isn't suited for the weather, and they'd likely freeze if the pred doesn't eat them. And the pred is like ug fine. And if they get rescued they find the pred with a suspiciously full belly. And the rescuers are like:

'How could u? I know u didn't like them but still, why would u resort to eating them, it hasn't even been that long.'

But the pred says no, the prey is alive and spits them out. And everyone's like Aw you are so kind, you worked together for once. the end.

pred who just eats prey bc they are bored. Digesting is too time consuming, so they just eat the prey, have their fun, but release them before their body digests. The pred does it because it amuses them, it pleases their predatory instincts, they like to feel their food wriggling sometimes. and it's comforting. A recreational predator.

pred who is hired to eat people for money. But who isn't allowed to digest them for obvious reasons. Maybe they enjoy it, maybe it's just a job to them, likely a combination of the two. Especially since they make decent money off of it, they can pay for their student loans.

[pampulonad]

ok but i love prey that is so eager to be eaten up by their pred like.,, they’re so horny they NEED to be digested down into fucking slop RIGHT NOW or ELSE

[sillyromance]

Since @tinysuzy posted a beautiful list of vore dialog prompts, one line has been stuck in my head, and it refuses to leave. It stands under number 8: “If you want to die, then let me be your grave”.

There are so many controversial emotions fighting inside of me whenever I read this, but the one that overcomes, or rather concludes them all, is a feeling of comfort. It’s kinda illogical, I know. But this phrase always sounds so soft, so soothing to me – because I see it as an apotheosis of acceptance, love and trust. Yes, trust, because both pred and prey need huge amount of trust to bound their lives together till the end of times. I can’t help but put these words in a mouth of someone with deep empathy and compassion, someone who is so generous and selfless in a way that they offer to an abandoned, lost soul their body as a place where the latter would be in safety and peace for eternity, where nobody would ever hurt them again. And as far as it may seem to be just a way for a pred to get an easy meal, I don’t see even a hint of thoughts about gaining anything from a prey or using them here. Furthermore, as a prey myself, I would be deeply touched, realizing that a person cares about me so much that they are ready to spend all their life as one with me. Like… They would take all I have as their own, all my good and bad, all my imperfections – and wouldn’t judge, or laugh, or blame, or try to change me… They would just be there for me, and I would be there for them – forever.

I don’t know man. But reading this every time makes me emotional.

A small writing on this under the cut:

- If you want to die... then let me be your grave.

She sobs and leans closer to him, feeling his warm, welcoming body embracing her lovingly. She can hear his heart beating softly in his wide chest - and can't get enough of the sound, desperate to be surrounded, shaken by it to the very core of her bones. He brushes her hair, his touch soothing and comforting, and she isn't afraid of anything anymore.

Those nasty people will never get her again. Her friend is here, ready to bring her to safety, to give her shelter and defend her from the cruel world.

His big palm lays on her cheek. She smiles through tears and lets it caress her; as far as his fingers brush against her lips, she kisses them - and gives him one last look, look of deep sadness and deep gratitude.

- Take me in. Please.. - She asks, titling her head down.

And, soundlessly, he obliged, sealing her in his mouth up to her neck.

She isn't scared of pain - there won't be any. At best, it will tingle pleasantly until she get knocked out by heat and lack of oxygen. Powerful, yet gentle swallows make a good job slowly entraping every inch, every small piece of her body inside of her man, sending her closer, closer to her fate. She can already hear his stomach rumbling for her down below, and her smile spreads wider at the thought of answering that eager call of his inhuman nature. His organism wants her inside... Who is she to disobey its will? Besides, it fits her own desires perfectly..

Eventually, from the tight esophagus she is released into a roomier chamber. A stomach. The place where she will lose all her worries and fears along with her flesh.

It's clenching needily around her frame, keeping her right in its centre, demandingly cradling every curve and imperfection she thought everyone would hate, but he... wants. She feels his hands, too, resting on his expanded belly, rubbing at her back and shoulders, reaching to her through the layers of skin and flesh. She isn't alone. He didn't lie saying he would be there. Her love, her home.

Her last resting place...

Enough grief, enough struggles, enough anger. It's over. She notices liquid pooling in and eases herself into it, allowing it to fulfill its purpose and digest her. It feels blissful, to let it go. To let him take her and satisfy his body. As the walls hug her tighter, she fondles them, praying she won't be a challenge for him to claim.

She knows - he isn't the one to take advantage of her vulnerability, to tease, then deny her, to laugh at her weakness and freakiness. No.

He is her savior. Her hiding spot only they two know about. They both win this, for both get what they crave the most and what they deserve: she gets safety, love, protection; he gets nourishment and strength - not the kind of strength to abuse and destroy, but to build and help this world get better. Yet, there is no selfish reasons in the first place. They give things out of their hearts, and receive, minding the value of each gift. It makes this act even more intimate and beautiful.

They are definitely better this way, as a whole, powerful being.

...And she sinks into darkness, to become light in his kind eyes.