#f/f vore

[lesbianoms]

I hope this doesn't sound too weird, but what if a girl taped a printout of your face onto her belly (in which you're being digested) so everyone knows who it is

Not weird at all!! I’d just make one small change though

The idea of a face on a belly is kinda creepy to me, but name tags or messages hinting at my gurgly demise, written and taped onto the outside of that bloated beast is SUPER super hot~ 🥵

Maybe one of those name stickers with my username is pressed onto a swollen corner of her gut, OR some ominous (and sexy) phrase taped on.

“Noms is in here”

“Noms is digesting”

“This belly is busy digesting @lesbianoms”

“Noms’s personal jacuzzi”

“Current tummy fodder: @lesbianoms”

Hhhnff but yeah I totally get your vibe anon, because some sort of signifier that I’M the one inside and everybody knows that is one of my favorite scenarios when I’m fantasizing about being prey~ 🫧❤️

[yourgutslut]

god my prey brain is coming back strong i really really just wanna melt inside a girl's gut right now.....

[naszircrock4]

Blake on Blake action By AdelineLeona

[whitchygaythem]

Dont eat ur gf stupid

Aisha tapped her foot in excitement as she drove her old pick up truck down the dusty dirt road. Bubbly pop music blared out of open windows and warm winds whipped her fluffy pink afro around her head. The sun had begun to set, casting the countryside in a hazy golden glow. Aisha looked over her shoulder as the song ended and the ads started, checking if she had everything she needed. Blankets? Check. The last of her closet? Check. Her backpack sat in the passenger seat next to her and the greasy, fragrant smell of lots of cheap Chinese food spilled out of the plastic bags in the back of the car. She had everything. Another ad started, just as the road turned and widened into a circular driveway in front of a well kept blue farmhouse. It stood out against the dusty green grass covering the land around it. Once she parked, Aisha jumped out of the truck, almost leaving her bags in the bed of the truck. She ran up to the porch, fumbling around for her keys in the pockets of her skirt, finally unlocking the door and pushing it open. 

"Hey Louise! I'm here!" 

Aisha rolled her bag into the living room and sank onto the couch. She heard creaking steps and she looked over at the woman walking downstairs. Aisha hopped up and ran towards Louise, nearly leaping into her arms and wrapping her in a hug, though Aisha could only reach Louise's chest, since she was a good two feet taller than her. Louise looked startled but hugged Aisha back.

"I thought you were coming tomorrow?" Aisha peeled away from the hug to look up at Louise's face. 

"I finished packing early! I wanted to move in as soon as I could." She stood on her tip toes and gently guided Louise's face down to meet her own, kissing her softly. "Do you want me to leave and come back tomorrow?" Louise shook her head, avoiding Aisha's gaze as her face flushed pink. 

"No… I missed you. So much." Louise scooped Aisha up in her arms, holding her close in a bridal carry. "It's just… I'm, um sick?..." She tucked her face in Aisha's hair, holding her tight, as if she would ever try to leave. Aisha felt her forehead. She was hot. Like really hot. 

"It must be bad, are you sure you want me to stay?" 

Louise tightened her grip around Aisha's body. "I'll be fine, please just stay here." 

"Of course Lou." Aisha kissed her forehead, smiling as she felt Louise's face flush with heat.

Louise straightened, standing to her full height, dwarfing the woman in her arms. Aisha giggled and yelled as Louise rushed her up the stairs.

"Wait wait wait, don't forget the takeout!"

Once upstairs in their bedroom, Aisha had set out the food and turned on the tv, sitting in the middle of the bed. Louise was sitting at the head of the bed. She had just barely let Aisha go, acting as if it might hurt her to have Aisha leave her arms. Louise had started tearing into her food as soon as Aisha was out of biting range, wolfing down her food like a starving predator. She worked her way through her fried rice, lo mein, dumplings and, after some sad looks and a hungry growl from her stomach, the rest of Aisha's pork wraps. Aisha watched her eat it all, wondering how she could still be eating. Eventually she did finish, and immediately tried to grab Aisha to cuddle. 

"Please?" Louise pleaded as Aisha gathered the trash off the bed.

"I'm coming back Lou! I just gotta throw this out." She half climbed back onto the bed to give Louise a peck on the cheek. 

"Can't you just leave it out in the hall?" Louise looked at her with a begging look in her eyes. "I promise I'll get it later." Aisha sighed and smiled.

"Alright babe." She dropped the greasy bag outside the doorway and plopped down on the bed. "And I assume you want to be big spoon?" Louise nodded. Aisha laid down on the bed, and Louise held her close. She wrapped one arm around Aisha's stomach and the other around her chest and one of her arms, rendering her mostly immobile. "I might take a nap ok Louise?" Aisha looked up to kiss Louise's chin. She didn't respond, only snuggling closer to her. Surrounded by warmth, Aisha began to drift off. 

She woke to a heavy, almost painful pressure over her chest. Louise was asleep, breathing in quick, shallow gasps as she tightened her grip on Aisha's arm, hard enough to leave a bruise. 

"Hey Lou?" 

"Hmm?" 

"Can you, uh, loosen up? I think you're about to crush me." 

Louise jumped away from Aisha, hands up and eyes scanning for injuries. Her gaze landed on Aisha's arm. 

"Shit, sorry I'm so sorry!" She backed away, looking horrified. She had gotten dark circles under her eyes, and her face looked thinner. How could it have done that? Louise had just eaten a meal for three people, how could she look like she was starving? 

"Hey, hey Louise," Aisha grabbed Louise's hands and pulled her back to sit on the bed. "I'm alright. You didn't hurt me. But I need you to tell me what's wrong." Louise looked down at  her, eyes filling with tears.

"I'm just so hungry Aisha!" Louise choked out. "It hurts and I feel empty and food can't fix it!" Aisha reached towards Louise, climbing onto the bed to wrap Louise in a hug. 

"I'm so sorry love. I had no idea. How can I help?" I could go out to get something else for you?" 

Louise shook her head. 

"Actually, could I just… kiss you? Please?" 

Aisha smiled up at Louise. "Of course." 

Louise slammed down, crashing her lips into Aisha's, holding her face in both hands. She was voracious, barely stopping to let Aisha breathe. When she did, it was to press kisses all over her face. She lingered over Aisha's neck, and Aisha felt long teeth against her skin. Then Louise looked back at her, and Aisha saw something in her eyes. Something distinctly… inhuman. Louise held Aisha's face tight.

"Close your eyes."

She did. But she peeked.

Louise's jaw had stretched wide, and every one of her dozens of teeth were sharp, especially her canines. Louise had always been big, but now, when she was looming over her with a primal hunger in her eyes, Aisha became very aware of just how small she was. Louise glanced down and their eyes met for a second. Then she began eating. 

Louise's clawed hands kept Aisha's arms in place at her side, while she kept Aisha's head stuck in her maw. Aisha screamed and tried to kick away from Louise, but was squeezed into her throat when she swallowed. Louise never stopped swallowing after, gulping Aisha down as if she was the first thing she had eaten in months. She felt more pressure around her shoulders, then on her chest. Aisha felt a sharp pain just below her shoulder blade, then screamed out as it dragged down her back. Aisha thought her vision would go dark. Well, it was already dark. There doesn't tend to be much light inside someone's esophagus. Aisha felt herself slipping down much faster as Louise stood up and tilted her head back. Aisha felt the tight grip of Louise's throat loosen, as her head was pushed into her stomach. Her shoulders and arms followed, and after a few more resounding gulps, Aisha was sealed inside Louise's stomach. 

Shifting slimy walls ground at Aisha's body. She was surrounded by darkness and gurgling noises. 

"LOUISE LET ME OUT!" Aisha screamed. "LET ME OUT GODDAMNIT!" She kicked one of the walls surrounding her. She heard a groan of pain, somehow coming from everywhere. Aisha kept kicking as best she could with her legs being pressed up to her chest, forcing her into a fetal position. She felt a bit lightheaded. Despite being surrounded by warmth, she was hyper aware of the warmth seeping into her shirt from her cut back. "Please Lou, let me out…" 

—---

Aisha woke up on top of the bed, a torn sheet covering her. She groaned. Her head felt fuzzy. What had happened? Then it hit her.

The spit.

The teeth 

The blood.

The hunger.

Her heart beat faster as she began to panic. But that couldn't have happened? People can't just.. swallow each other like that. It was just a nightmare. A horrible nightmare. And-and it was such a bad nightmare, she ripped the sheet while she was asleep! Yeah, that sounds right. 

Aisha stretched, reaching her arms toward the ceiling, when a line of pain shot down her back.

"AGH, Shit!" She twisted to touch her back, wincing as the tear along her back burned with fresh pain. So last night did really happen… Louise actually… ate her. "Oh holy shit… holy shiiit" Her girlfriend had eaten her. Swallowed her. Louise wasn't… human. Aisha wasn't sure what she was. 

Aisha changed out of her torn, blood stained t-shirt and showered. By the time she had walked downstairs to get some coffee, she had forgotten about Louise. That is, until she saw her sitting at the kitchen table. Louise looked up. She smiled weakly. Aisha noticed that her fangs were on display.

"Um, hi Aisha… sorry about, um, yesterday"

"What the hell happened to you? What… What are you Louise?" 

Louise sighed.

"That's a bit of a long story. You might wanna sit down."

[maplesyrupandgt]

Happy Vore Day!

Amber noms Keqing for protection ^^

[lesbianoms]

Hhhh ohh god fuck~ I’m in love with the concept of wlw long term melty digestion 🥵

Imagine two women who are seeing each other and the more dominant one coaxes her submissive partner into being eaten by her… she’s a bit reluctant, but does have to admit… it gives her a “funny feeling” to imagine, and she always wants to make her girlfriend happy… so she sheepishly agrees…

And after she gets swallowed, maybe she’s whining and protesting a bit… with little kicks to the inside of her gf’s big, swollen belly. The pred lets out a belch and rolls her eyes, giving her gut a teasing pat. Always a drama queen, this one. But the pred knows she’ll be fine, and so she stretches across the bed, ready to sleep off her big meal~

Throughout the night, the pred’s stomach gets louder and the prey’s muffled sounds get softer… quieter… subdued <3… she sounds almost peaceful as she gets churned by the belly of her beloved~

It doesn’t hurt, it’s just a bit of a strange experience. She moans from within the rotund belly and whimpers pitifully as her form is melting and bubbling away. And eventually, at some point in the early morning, the sounds stop all together 💕

The pred hums in her sleep and places a hand over her hard-working gut; it’s all soft and sloshy now. Her tummy lets out a long groan in response to being touched. The middle begins to sag, and there’s a big scchlrp… sssqquelch~ as what’s left of her sweet girlfriend collapses beneath those churning stomach walls. All sludge now~ ☠️🫧

In the morning the pred kneads and rubs a much smaller stomach, getting aroused by the feeling of her prey shifting around and slipping deeper into her guts for even more lengthy digestion <3

“See? I’m so happy you came around, darling~”

ggggrrr…rrRRGGL…….

Of course, when her beloved DOES come back, she’ll have to tease her and cuddle her and tell her what a wonderful evening snack she made… but for now she just enjoys her partner’s eventual dedication to making her all soft❤️🥰

[dvorrak]

Addison (pred) and Ren (prey) roleplay for keeps.

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[yourgutslut]

have not been able to stop thinking all day about getting shrunken down, only to be found by a really cute girl as her belly rumbles, so she decides i'd make a good snack to satisfy her... sliding down her throat, melting away in her belly and then getting sucked down through her guts, absorbed as her body treats me just the same as any other food...

maybe i'll stay conscious the whole way through and get to be part of her body afterwards, completely absorbed and insignificant, just another bit of padding on her body. maybe i'll even get to jiggle as part of her boobs, her ass, her thighs or her tummy.. god i wish this could happen irl.

[lesbianoms]

The scene with the prey stripping down and eagerly offering herself to the pred is so cute <3

Sometimes casual fatal makes me sad but sometimes it can be really cute and comforting. I like to imagine maybe the delivery girl reforms somewhere, ready for another shift, anticipating the moment in her not-so-distant future when she gets devoured once more~

Hazy Daze

CW: casual vore, weed, digestion

Hazel sat down on her living room floor, leaning against the couch. It was her day off, and she was gonna make it a good one, starting with some smoke, snacks and games. She carefully packed a bowl for her trusty Kirby bong, lit it up and popped open a box of cheese snacks to nibble on while she booted up her Wii for Mario Kart. Today was gonna be a good day.

0o0

Hazel was having a great time. Her living room was sufficiently cloudy, she was beating the computer drivers within an inch of their lives and she was relaxed enough that even the occasional Blue Shell didn't bother her (or the following Red Shell, or Green Shell, or Star…). Even so, she was still hungry. Two hours into the day and she'd already eaten all the snacks.

She shook her bangs out of her eyes as she crossed the finish again, dirty blonde hair falling right back into her face as she reached for her phone. She had told herself she wasn't going to order anything, but her tummy had started grumbling at her–which she absentmindedly rubbed through her tank top as she looked at her delivery options. Pizza was always a good choice, plus it wasn't too expensive. She cracked a grin when a popup of "Still hungry? Order the delivery person for dinner too! Take advantage of our Delivery Delivery deal today!" showed up on the app.

"Not this time, capitalism. I'm watching my bank account today." Hazel giggled a bit, ordering her pizza and packing a tad more in her Kirbong. It shouldn't take more than half an hour for her pizza to get here, and she wanted to have the perfect amount of munchies by the time it got delivered.

0o0

After the third time of falling off the track on Maple Treeway, Hazel paused her game to laugh at herself. The pot was definitely affecting her now. She guessed after a few hours of smoking even someone with her tolerance would start to feel it. Polite knocking grabbed her attention and she got to her feet, throwing a pair of pajama pants on before she answered the door.

A cute girl stood on her dingy welcome mat, complete with a hat starring a pizza logo and a single pizza box balanced in her hands. She barely came up to Hazel's chin, but at 193 cm most girls were shorter than her anyways.

The delivery girl looked up at Hazel with a brilliant smile, beaming up at her. "Thank you for choosing Happy Helper's Pizzeria! I hope you enjoy your order!"

Hazel blinked slowly, brain struggling to break through the fog before she reached for her pizza. "Thanks, I'm starving." Her belly gave an audible grumble, which she tried to stifle by placing a hand on her midsection.

The smaller girl glanced down shyly before looking back up at Hazel's face. "It sure sounds like it! Good thing you ordered the special!" She reached up and took off her hat–straight dark hair dropping to just above her shoulders–before moving to unbutton her work uniform, still smiling all the way.

Hazel quickly raised a hand to stop the delivery girl (although not before giving her a quick once-over), lifting the pizza box in one hand over her head before speaking up. "Uh, I only ordered the pizza. No offense." The shorter girl looked up at Hazel before pointing at the pizza in her hand.

"On your order it says you upgraded for Delivery Delivery though."

Confused now, Hazel looked at her receipt to see, yup, one pizza and one Delivery Delivery special. She quickly grabbed her phone, opened the app and looked at her orders. As she did, the clouds in her head parted just enough for her to remember opening the app shortly after placing the order and adding the deal to her delivery. Looks like the munchies took another victory on her bank account.

She shrugged, pocketing her phone and opening her door up for the delivery girl to walk in. "Hey, I won't turn down a meal like you! Especially after I already spent the money…"

The girl laughed, her smile not as brilliant as before but much more genuine. "Pretty sure we've all made bad decisions when we're high." She finished unbuttoning her top, tossing it on the floor before she reached down to untie her shoes, giving Hazel a fantastic view of her next meal's assets.

A plump ass, juicy thighs, smooth skin, this was someone who took good care of themselves and probably knew they weren't gonna last long around predators. As she kicked off her shoes and socks she turned around, showing off a small muffin top and perky boobs. Catching Hazel staring she laughed and winked at the tall pred before dropping her pants and panties in one movement, stepping out of the pool of clothes and smiling salaciously.

"So, how do you want me?" The girl posed a little bit, showing off for Hazel as the tall girl put her long forgotten pizza on the counter. The pred walked forward, grabbed the girl's shoulders and quickly stuffed her head into her mouth, moaning at the taste of natural shampoo (coconut?) flooding her mouth.

She quickly worked her way down, gulping down her neck and shoulders, giving some extra attention to her prey's tasty tits. She felt the girl jerk in surprise before feeling soft hands kneading her stomach, giving gentle rubs and pinches. Wasting no time Hazel lurched forward, relaxing her muscles and stuffing the girl into her throat down to her belly button. Now for the annoying part.

Hazel leaned back, picking her prey up off the ground and holding the young girl above her head. The experienced pred stepped back, leaning against her counter before beginning to gulp her meal down in earnest, gravity helping deliver the girl into her stomach. With a few powerful swallows Hazel quickly had the girl tucked away in her belly, tank top riding up and pajama pants pushing down under the dome of overstuffed gut.

Hazel stood there, panting to herself as her meal shifted into a more comfortable position inside her. Already she felt her stomach groaning and squeezing around her meal, and she grabbed her pizza before waddling over to her couch and plopping down on it. The pred moaned at how full she felt, rubbing her stretched skin as she felt her passenger start to play with herself even as her belly did its best to digest her.

Hazel started to get hard listening to the muffled pants and moans coming from her tummy. Unable to think of an excuse not to, the buck toothed pred reached under her stomach and into her pants, grabbing her cock and beginning to rub one out. With one hand in her pants and another rubbing the taut skin of her belly Hazel was quickly bringing herself to orgasm. The feeling of a stuffed, bloated belly was made even sweeter with the gasps and moans coming from within, the noises starting to get drowned out by the grumbling of the organ itself. She could feel every twitch and movement from her prey inside her, and could tell when the smaller girl came, her stomach deforming slightly as the girl arched her back, screaming in pleasure before relaxing.

Of course, relaxing just meant Hazel's body won the little war of attrition they had between them. The muscles quickly clenched and squeezed the girl within her into a tight ball, and a final powerful belch signaled the last of the air being forced out. Hazel came hard as she burped, panting and moaning as she made a mess of her pants. She leaned back against her couch, breathing hard for a minute before glancing at her Kirbong, a smile on her lips. She still had the whole rest of the day to herself, didn't she?

0o0

Hazel jerked awake at a loud bang, followed by some choice cursing. "Seriously, Hazel?! What the fuck! We were supposed to go to the movies tonight!"

The tall pred looked up at her friend Trixie. The short girl was fuming, red faced and glaring. Hazel looked around her living room, noting the empty pizza box and her character idling in front of a wall in her game, the race long over. She rubbed her head before belching, putting a hand on the much smaller bulge in her middle.

"Sorry, I didn't think I was gonna fall asleep." She noted Trixie's flushed face and the way she completely refused to look at her bloated belly. Grinning, she leaned forward, her stomach gurgling as another burp popped out of her mouth. "But that doesn't mean we can't find something to do here."

[whitchygaythem]

Pred teases prey, prey gets spooped, pred immediately goes into damage control mode. ✨Boom✨, there’s ur prompt bud.

I think I went too light on the damage control thing, but thank you for the great prompt!!

Mavis stretched, relaxing with her hands behind her head, flipping her shark- patterned tail lazily as she warmed her dark skin in the sun. Their eyes were closed as they began to nod off in the warm summer sun. 

"Mav! Mavis wake up! I'm down here!"

Mavis glanced down to see a human jumping up and down on the beach, waving her skinny arms for Mavis's attention, her long twin braids almost touching the sand.

"Hello Blair." Mavis sunk deeper into the bay, resting her head on her arms on the sand. Blair immediately scrambled up Mavis's arm, plopping herself down on Mavis's elbow. "Have you brought me tribute again?" Blair laughed, then smothered it. 

"If you mean food then sorry, but no. My roommate was getting on my ass about all the herring in the fridge" Blair twirled one of her braids in her small thin fingers. "Sorry Mav, I'll try to bring something else next time. Mavis glared at Blair. 

"Don't worry about making up for this time, I know someone who can fill in." Mavis growled softly to illustrate her point. Blair patted her on the nose.

"Ah yes, you're so very scary and big. I'm so terrified of you." Mavis would have loved to hear the pleading, but something told her blair was being "sarcastic". That felt even worse. Mavis's name used to strike fear into the hearts of mer-kind. She was the terror of the bays, the Devourer of tuna, pick any title. They all showed how feared she was. Then this little… Blair came to her a few months ago for a science project, A PROJECT! Mavis had lost too much respect during her break. She sat up as well as she could while still keeping her tail in the water. Blair tumbled off her arm and onto the sand. She yelled quickly as Mavis's hands thudded down on either side of her, with Mavis herself leaning into her, pressing her face against Blair's shaking body.

"Hehe, Mav, I get it… you can be really scary sometimes… now back up an- and let me g- UGH-'' Mavis cut her off with a full body lick, pushing Blair into the sand.  She lifted Blair up, she was pinched between her pointer finger and thumb. Mavis stretched her jaw, opening her mouth wider and wider until she felt a sucking pop and Blair's eyes went wide. Yes, this is what she wanted, to be treated with fear! And respect! She dropped Blair onto her outstretched tongue. Blair slid right down, and Mavis swallowed quickly, greedy for the weight of prey in her gut. She sighed and laid back down, just like she did before Blair showed up. It was perfect. Just like old times.

…

…

Something was wrong. The pleading, the crying, it didn't fill her with pride like before. Mavis shut her eyes again, trying to ignore Blair's cries and the voice of regret in her mind. But once Blair stopped fighting, and barely shifted, Something dropped in Mavis.

"Tribute- Blair. Are you alright?"

"No. And you know that. So just leave me alone and let me die."

"Blair-"

"No. Leave me alone."

Mavis huffed "Blair, you are safe. I swallowed you for my storage stomach, not for food. You are not food."

Blair was quiet, so Mavis kept talking.

"I meant to - no, I should have told you it was safe instead of trying to scare you. I-im soory"

"... I'm not bringing you anything next time, understand? And ask first before you do anything like this."

"Understood."

"....... could you swallow my backpack? I have an essay due…"

[lesbianoms]

SDFJSAKDJJF I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

I imagine my OTP in this scenario all the fucking time tbh. Since I'm a bit of a softie it either ends up being endo/safe, or the digestion ends up being painless and euphoric for both of them... some of that good unwilling to willing WLW fearplay vore that I like NEVER see.

But yeah someone being oblivious to how much a pred wants to eat them is amazing. And then that final realization... that soft and unnerved "why are you looking at me like that?"... Followed by a passionate endeavor that ends with the pred stuffed and satisfied, her eternal hunger satiated. Content with the fact that the beloved prey is all hers now... all hers..!!

Hhhh it just scratches that primal part of my brain

pred who spends her days obsessing over a prey. her brain is consumed by thoughts of this person, the pred feels possessed.

she is covert, at least. she doesn't want the prey to know about this. Obviously. She doesn't want to creep anyone out.

but even still, she can't help but watch her prey like a hawk. spying from a distance. quietly salivating. her stomach softly growling.

while in the presence of her prey, she becomes excruciatingly aware of the feeling inside of her own mouth. she feels where her tongue sits against her teeth. she tastes sharp enzymes that pool over her tongue.

this makes it hard to pay attention to what her prey is saying, because she's so focused on her own hunger. her stomach feels alive, like it's asking, begging her to eat this woman specifically, for what reason ? she doesn't know.

she imagines it, sometimes, during the conversation. the pred imagines leading the prey away from public, cornering her. she wonders what emotion the prey would express; fear? Or acceptance? Disgust, perhaps, or betrayal.

the pred imagines looking down at a bulging stomach, giddy at the fact that the prey was now caught, and was now hers. coddling her ego, relishing in the sensation of success and satisfaction

all the while, the pred tries to hold a conversation with this prey, trying to keep her own heart steady.

other preds who have picked up on this stay away from this prey as much as they can. Preds don't like to fight over food, and no-one wants to pick a fight with someone this deranged.

the pred doesn't know if the prey knows anything about this. if she does, she hasn't said anything. she hasn't tried to escape.

at least for now, the pred is unusually content with this ritual of hers; basking in the hunger and craving without ever acting on it

[lesbianoms]

I want to give a girl a bellyache.

I want to be hungrily devoured along with some beer or other fizzy drinks, some of the greasiest foods known to man, and a whole bunch of candy that’ll definitely make her insides bubble like firecrackers.

I want her tummy to be firm and bloated beyond belief as she sits back and rubs over it, hoping she can get things in her system moving. That fat, rumbling tum demands attention. And because of me, it’s incredibly tight and rock hard… <3

I want those heavenly, sultry gurgles and burbling gasses from within her belly to be mixed with my muffled whimpers as I try so desperately to find wiggle room in that slimy sac full of half-digested food and warm, warm acids…

Eventually I'd probably get comfortable enough to sit still and digest, but it would definitely take awhile. My struggles from inside would be like sharp pangs of overindulgence to her, and I'd hear her cute little moans and groans echo all around me...

As I’d curl up in her belly, my goal would be to try and get her to burp ❤️ she’s already squeaking out some soft, muffled *urraps* because of all the sloshy foam and trapped gas that’s in there with me… but I wanna hear her belch 🫧🫧

Squirming desperately inside a woman’s painfully tight tum and eventually stewing away sounds like a dream right now… I love being feisty prey sometimes

And besides, when I do eventually churn into soft sludge… I can only imagine how euphoric it must feel for my pred, as she feels the pressure loosen inside her. Now her powerful gut can finally get to work digesting everything else…

[dvorrak]

Addison (pred) and Ren (prey) roleplay for keeps.

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[yourgutslut]

i hopped into a vrchat world just earlier, it was a hangout world but with the gimmick of allowing players to shrink/grow themselves

i happened to be in there while this girl with a legit pred avatar was having a nap and. when she woke up she pretty much decided i looked snack shaped and i 😳

[whitchygaythem]

Heroes and Villains

*BOOM*

A huge boom shook the city, causing civilians to cry out and fall to the ground. Talia snapped to attention, eyes shooting to her phone as it let out a positive little *ding!* noise.

*TYPE 4 VILLAIN ALERT, GET TO SAFETY. TYPE 4 VILLAIN IN THE UPTOWN DISTRICT. GET TO SAFETY." 

Talia smiled as she ran to the bathroom to change into her "work clothes". A tight, white bodysuit made from a durable material from her home planet with flowing blue, gray and silver accents. She clipped on her sky blue cape, and she was ready. Talia stepped into the bathroom, but Sky Queen, protector of Earth and hero of planet Galiler, stepped out. She rushed to the roof of the cafe, jumping off and taking flight. There was only one type 4 villain who consistently attacked uptown. All the other type 4s were off trying to conquer North America or control the government from the shadows. Gargantuan was always a nice change of pace, being a problem Talia could just punch. She soared over the city, speeding up when she heard crashing footsteps and maniacal laughter.

Sky Queen was right. Gargantuan was trying to run away with a handful of gold artifacts from the history museum. She had taken every last bit in the place from where Sky queen could see. Gargantuan had even taken the gold crown, and threaded it through her huge nose ring. It hung there, as Gargantuan ran through Main street, black fluffy hair bouncing in a short ponytail, as she trampled streetlights and abandoned cars under foot.

"Gargantuan! Stop this!" Sky Queen flew right in front of Gargantuan's face and she skidded to a halt in front of her. 

"Sky Queen, my nemesis! You should know by now that I will never listen to you!" She used her free hand to swat at Sky Queen.

"But you did stop, for your heart is not truly evil!" Sky Queen flew around Gargantuan's body, snatching artifacts from her giant palm, one by one.

"My heart is like the night, Miss Sky, dark and everlasting!"

Sky Queen flew towards the gold once again, but Gargantuan yanked her hand away, using her free hand to slap Sky Queen into a building. 

"Even night has moon light!"

Gargantuan grabbed Sky Queen, tightening her fist.

"Well then maybe my heart is like a new moon!"

Sky Queen burst out of the giant villain's fist and shot towards her unguarded hand. She snatched the gold up in her arms, dropping it off on a roof with the rest of it. 

"Even the new moon lets stars shine!" 

Sky Queen flew down, grabbing the back of Gargantuan's ankle and pushing. Gargantuan yelped, flailing for balance. 

"Ack, hey no fair! Wait a sec I almost got somethin-" Sky Queen flew up to Gargantuan's face, grabbing the nose ring that held the crown, and punching Gargantuan. Hard. She fell, shrinking as she went down, until she wasn't, well, gargantuan anymore. Only then did Sky Queen look down and realize she still had the nose ring in her hand, one side holding the crown, the other dripping with blood.

"Shitt she's gonna hate mee" she groaned as she heard the *WHOOP WHOOP* of police officers. She gathered all the stolen gold and took the crown off the nose ring, and returned them to the officers, as they thanked her and promised 

"She'll be gone for a long long time, thanks to you Sky Queen!"

"All in a days work!" She told them cheerily as she jetted off, then doubling back because she left the nose ring on the roof.

Talia sighed as she dried her bushy blonde hair with a towel. She had gotten way more bruises than last time. She glanced at the nose ring the size of a hula hoop and groaned. 

"Wow Queenie, I didn't think you were the type to keep trophies." 

Gargantuan had broken in, and was standing behind Talia's kitchen counter, her nose still covered in crusted blood around a straight cut through her nostril. In her current form, she was a full head shorter than Talia. Talia rushed at her.

"Oh my gods, Bea I'm so sorry!" She wrapped the smaller woman in a tight hug. "I got too into it again…" Bea did her best to pat Talia on the back, even though her arms were pinned to her sides by Talia's super-powered hug. 

"Girl, it's fine, I know the feeling. Remember that time I broke your ankle?" 

Talia giggled, resting her face in Bea's soft hair. "The costume looked so weird with the wrappings under it."  Bea chuckled and managed to free one arm and returned the hug.

"It's easy to go overboard with this stuff when you're fighting someone you don't think you can hurt. The best we can do is stitch each other up afterwards." Bea pushed out of the hug and leapt onto Talia's gray couch, flipping around to face her with a goofy smirk on her face.

"Speaking of stitches, I think it's time you helped me out Queenie" Talia rolled her eyes, still smiling. She walked over to the small bathroom 

"I wish I never picked that name, it's so… dorky." She grabbed the first aid kit from the cabinet and sat next to Bea. 

"Aww, cut yourself some slack Tals, you picked it," she leaned back, thinking and counting, "like ten years ago. Thirteen year olds are dorky. It's just a fact of life." Bea flopped onto Talia's lap with a flourish.

"Except for me, of course. I was cool." 

"Girl, sit up, I gotta stitch you up remember?" Bea obliged, sitting up and facing Talia, her legs still splayed over the couch and Talia's lap. Talia placed one hand on Bea's cheek and readied the needle. 

"Squeeze my leg if it hurts too much, ok?"

Bea nodded. 

Stitch one. Bea hissed quickly but stayed still.

Stitch two. Talia tilted Bea's face back towards her after she had jerked away from Talia. 

"This is the last stitch ok? We can do whatever you want after we take them out, promise." 

Bea nodded. "Can we cuddle?"

"Of course. Get ready." 

Stitch 3. Bea grunted and tightened her grip on Talia's knee.

"Ok, done with the worst part." Talia reached back into the first aid kit and retrieved a dimly glowing neon green bottle. She soaked a cotton ball with it and rubbed it over Bea's stitches. Her nose began to mend itself, the two pieces of flesh held together by the stitches, melding and repairing until all that was left was the stitches and a brand new scar. After she removed the stitches, Bea's nose looked fine. You wouldn't even know that one side had been ripped apart. Bea sniffed, lightly touching the new scar. She smiled.

"Nice. Do I look scarier? Tougher? More rugged?" 

Talia shrugged. "I can't really see it," she gestured to the green liquid. "This stuff is pretty potent." 

Bea whined and flopped back down onto the couch.

"But I want to look scaryyyy! How can I do that without badass scars?"

"I think you look plenty scary." She ruffled Bea's hair. "Are you ready?" 

Bea perked up. She closed her eyes, and exhaled. As she did, her body shrunk, until she was sitting comfortably in Talia's palm. Bea moved quickly, scuttling up Talia's arm to stand on her shoulder. Talia turned her head to Bea, who was grinning and giggling softly as she pushed at Talia's lips.

"Lemme in lemme in lemme in!"

Talia huffed at her but opened her mouth anyway. Bea fell into her maw, fitting perfectly on Talia's tongue. Bursts of sweetness danced wherever Bea's skin met Talia's taste buds, and she couldn't resist shutting her mouth and licking Bea, pressing her into her cheek. Bea never stopped moving, always squirming and pushing back at Talia's tongue playfully. Soon, Talia felt Bea inching towards the back of her throat and took it as a sign to "finish up". She licked Bea one last time before thickly swallowing her wiggly friend. She flopped back on the couch and sighed. She felt a weight land in her gut and placed a hand over her belly and rubbed. She closed her eyes and smiled as she felt Bea rub back. She began to nod off, comforted by the near constant movement in her belly. 

[novanoms]

Thinking hard on a large pred friend losing their little prey in a dangerous situation. They're separated for days. Their home has always been deadly, even to the largest of beasts. So to lose their small friend, one they were supposed to protect, it's devastating. They don't give up the search, but their heavy heart continues to weigh them down with each moment their friend isn't found. Then, after nearly a week of being apart, the little prey finds their way back to their friend. The pred instantly zeros in on them, picking them up and looking over them for only a second before scarfing them down as gently as they can while practically tossing them into their throat. They don't even stop to taste, taking them like a pill to get their tiny friend to safety as soon as possible. The prey is squeezed in the stomach, only to be squished even more by the rumbling organ that's caved in on itself. The smooth muscles feel desperate in its attempt to encompass the prey, as though their little friend would vanish the second they let go. Depending on the prey, they may put up with or even appreciate the strong muscles pressing against them like the biggest bear hug possible. Or, maybe the extremely cramped space isn't helping, and the prey needs to try and calm their large friend down. Gently petting the overactive walls, trying to comfort the pred and convince their insides to give them some space. Maybe the pred was talking to them, or maybe they've been silent this entire time, washed in relief that their friend is okay. Whatever the case, the larger is not going to let them out anytime soon, at least not without protest.