#fatal vore and digestion

[weiner-does-preg]

AUgh sorry it’s so sketchy

[tastylittlepixie]

prey who keeps posting to social media as their digesting, either really enjoying it or begging for help

live tweeting the process as they're slowly claimed by the stomach around them, posting an occasional picture

they aren't popular enough on the platform for anyone to actually see though, going unnoticed under the flood of other posts

except for the pred, who likes every single tweet the prey makes.

[teal-fiend]

misbehaving

Summary: a pred is annoyed at their observer, so they take matters into their own hands

Content: vore, ambiguous ending, digestion mention, hunger, foodplay, pred pov

the predator sprawled on the couch.

"Ughhh," they groan, pressing both hands to their stomach like a wounded soldier. "I'm starving." A dramatic sigh.

their stomach visibly concaving as they suck in a breath, only to release it with a miserable huff.

"How could you just sit there while I waste away like this?"

You ate yesterday," the observer points out.

The predator whines, stretching out a foot to nudge their shin.

"And? That was so long ago. Do you have any idea how fast my body works through prey? I'm practically hollow inside."

"You're fine."

The predator tips their head back, groaning again, like some forlorn beast on the edge of death.

"Noooo, I’m not fine. My stomach’s literally caving in on itself. You’re so cruel for letting me suffer."

The observer watches, unimpressed.

"If you’re really that hungry, go get your own meal."

The predator pouts, curling in on themselves like a cat.

"I hate hunting. It’s so much effort. Why can’t they just come to me?" Their voice drops into a sulky grumble.

"What do you want from me?"

The predator's eyes gleam "A meal. Obviously."

"No."

The predator groans, flopping back down onto the couch like they’ve been shot.

"You’re the worst. you know that."

"Yeah, yeah." The observer crosses their arms, watching the predator curl around themselves, sulking. "You’ll live."

The predator watches the observer for a moment, an idea forming in their hungry brain

---

"-urp"

they moan, stretching out on the couch, their now-distended belly rising and falling with deep, contented breaths. They press a hand to their gut, giving it a slow, indulgent rub.

"That’s so much better."

"You ate me."

"Uh-huh." The predator’s voice is syrupy with satisfaction.

"You ate me," they repeat, more accusatory this time, pressing a hand to the fleshy walls around them.

The predator burps loudly in response, barely bothering to stifle it.

"Oops."

"Oops?" The observer shoves against the stomach lining, feeling it squish under their palms.

"Told you I was starving." They give their belly a pleased little pat, which jostles the observer inside, making them grunt.

The observer scowls, bracing themselves as the stomach lazily moves around them.

"Spit me out."

The predator just burps again, then smacks their lips.

"Nah."

"You’re the worst."

The predator just smirks, rubbing lazy circles over their gut, listening to the sounds of their stomach working.

"Well," they murmur, sinking deeper into the couch, "guess you'll live."

Frustrated, the observer kicks the preds gut, and tries in vain to wriggle their way out.

"You’re so squirmy," they remark, voice syrupy with amusement. They give their gut a little shake, making the observer jolt as the stomach sloshes around them. "Mmm, I like it. Feels nice."

"And you're so cozy in there. Bet you'd digest real easy."

The observer stiffens, pressing back against the stomach walls.

"You wouldn't."

The predator moans dramatically, shifting their belly so the observer is jostled again.

"But I might," they tease, their voice tinged with playfulness. Their stomach lets out another slow, heavy gurgle, and they press their fingers into a particularly loud spot, rubbing deep.

"Mmm, you hear that? My stomach’s already thinking about it…"

The observer struggles, but the pred simply rises to their feet, their gait lanky as they slink over towards the bedroom mirror, full gut in tow.

They lean close to the mirror, tilting their head, running their hands over the round curve of their belly. Their reflection grins back, sharp teeth flashing, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Wow," the predator purrs, pressing their hands into their gut, feeling the way it squishes under their touch.

"You look good on me."

The observer growls from inside, their muffled voice vibrating through the predator’s stomach.

"You’re insufferable."

The predator laughs, giving their belly a little bounce, watching the motion ripple in the mirror.

"And you’re in my stomach. Funny how that works, huh?"

Their fingers trail down their middle, tracing slow, teasing circles.

"I mean, usually you’re the one bossing me around, but now..." They sway their gut from left to right, making the observer slosh back and forth.

"Now you’re just a nice, heavy little lump, right here."

"You’re so much easier to deal with like this. No barking orders, no nagging—just all warm, tucked away where you belong."

"I don’t—" The observer kicks, but the stomach glorps in response, shifting around them, gripping tight.

"Oof." The predator grins, rubbing the spot where they felt the kick. "Feisty, huh?"

The predator is having too much fun. They take out their phone from their pocket.

They adjust the phone, tilting it slightly to capture the best angle in the mirror.

Their stomach juts out in a smooth, round curve, shifting subtly as the observer squirms inside.

The pred lets their fingers glide over the swell of their gut, smirking.

"Ohhh, these are coming out great," they purr.

"What are you doing?" The observer's voice is muffled, edged with suspicion.

The predator hums innocently, snapping another shot.

"Oh, nothing, just documenting."

They flick through the photos, grinning. "Wow, you make such a cute stomach bulge."

The observer squirms in protest.

The pred laughs, "Ohhh, I should post these on my story." They shift their weight, pushing out their stomach, exaggerating the curve of their belly. "'Hey oomfies, look at who I just had for dinner!' Yeah? Should I tag you?"

"You better not-"

The pred chuckles as the observer thrashes.

Grglll…

Their stomach lets out a slow, deep gurgle. The observer stiffens inside.

The predator blinks, rubbing at their gut as warmth starts to pool in their middle.

"Ooh…"

They press their fingers in slightly, feeling the way their stomach tightens—a slow, creeping heat building inside them.

Their body, always so eager to take what it's given, is starting to digest.

"Hey—" the observer snaps. "What was that?"

The predator swallows, their smug grin faltering slightly as another glorp echoes from within. Their belly tightens around the observer, the heat thickening under their skin.

"Uh… nothing," they lie, rubbing at the side of their stomach, trying to soothe it. Hoping it'll calm down.

"That was your stomach," the observer accuses.

"That was your stomach deciding I look like food."

"noooo," the predator says, even as a slow warmth spreads deeper through their gut. "I mean, kinda? But like— casually."

They shuffle, trying to ignore the slow, syrupy way their belly is kneading around its meal. The observer feels like a thick ball of honey inside them. Their predator brain wants to turn them soft, squishy.

The observer pushes against the walls.

"You better not digest me."

The predator lets out a slow, contented breath, rubbing lazy circles into their belly. "Mmm…"

"HEY."

"If I do digest you, I’m totally posting a before-and-after." They grin, tapping their stomach. "You might just be a flat tummy by morning."

The observer kicks. Hard.

"Ow—okay, okay," the predator laughs, pressing their fingers into their gut to calm the movement. "Geez, relax, you know you'll only make it worse doing that."

Of course the observer knows that. They still immediately.

The predator swallows, a shiver running down their spine that has nothing to do with digestion. Oh, they are so dead when they let the observer out.

The thought sends a flutter through their chest, excitement mingling with dread.

They drag their hands over the swell of their gut, smoothing over the tight curve of their skin, feeling the subtle shifts as the observer squirms. "Mmm, better enjoy this while I can..."

the pred had another idea. They went to the kitchen, and grabbed a soda bottle

The predator gulps down a mouthful, feeling the cool carbonated liquid rush down their throat before splashing into their already-packed stomach.

The pred burped, carbonation getting to them, and giggled.

"That'll..... uurp~ that will help stop digestion...haha"

Glorp. Blorrrp.

The observer kicks inside.

"Help?! You’re drowning me in here!"

"dramatic much?" The predator leans against the counter, swirling their belly like a big, living water balloon, listening to the sloshing sounds.

"Ooooh, listen to that."

They squeeze their gut gently, making the liquid slosh inside. "You hear that? It’s like an ocean in there."

"LET ME OUT."

The pred just laughs, rubbing their gut in lazy circles. "Ohhh, but I’m not done yet."

They turn toward the fridge, eyes scanning for something to really distract their stomach. Something to keep their gut busy so it doesn’t focus on, well… turning the observer into dinner.

Left over pizza. Perfect

"Mmmf, you don’t mind, right? Just a little snack. Gotta make sure my stomach stays distracted."

Food lands on the observer's head. The pred smirks as they feel them stir

They give their gut another slow slosh, feeling the mixture of water, food, and their very angry occupant shift inside them. Their stomach lets out a long, drawn-out glorp.

They decide to top it off with the rest of the soda. They guzzle it down, feeling the fizz in their throat, stomach

And then—

"UrrRRRAAAP!"

The predator lurches forward, gripping their belly as a massive burp forces its way out.

They exhale heavily, blinking in surprise before breaking into laughter. "Oh my god—"

Inside, the observer is seething. "I SWEAR TO GOD—"

"Hoooh," the pred groans, pressing a hand to their overfilled belly. "Okay, now I’m just waiting for all this to settle."

They stagger over to the couch, flopping down dramatically, their stomach bouncing slightly with the motion. Another deep gurgle rolls through them, and they sigh.

They feel their observer churning, angrily fighting with their stomach, and the food they are sharing the space with

They smirk, giving their belly a teasing shake.

"I like carrying you around. You make a great food baby."

A kick presses back against their hand, and they snicker.

"Aww, someone’s feisty," they coo, "Too bad there’s nothing you can do about it~"

Another slow, bubbly belch rolls out of them, and they sigh, stretching back against the cushions.

The predator lazily pulls out their phone, flipping it to video mode as they settle deeper into the couch.

Their belly is loud—constant, bubbling gurgles, wet glorps, and the occasional thump from inside as the observer squirms in frustration.

They smirk, angling the camera down.

A long, drawn-out groan rolls through their gut, thick and heavy, like the churning of a washing machine.

The pred grins wider, rubbing slow circles over the dome of their stomach, pushing down just enough to make the liquid inside slosh audibly.

They let out a slow, bubbling burp, their stomach sloshing in response.

They couldnt wait to show this to the observer later.

[vorekody]

Happy (almost) Valentine's day

[sneakyevillurker]

I think a really underutilized vore idea is preds with multiple stomachs! You got preds like nagas and centaurs, who usually have 2 different stomachs in art/stories involving them, one that can hold people, and one that digests them. It's a really fun idea of a pred like this eating a group of people, sending a bunch of them down into their actual stomach to melt them into mush, but havibg to leave a few in their holding stomach until their friends have melted down a but more. Imagine how loud it'd be, listening to all the muffled yelling, groaning, and churning happening just below you, knowing that soon enough you'll be in that same spot. Oughh man I love it !!!

[lesbianoms]

Woman who hypnotizes me into being her edible pet. The trance is only long enough to last the evening, but fortunately for her, that’s also how long I’ll be lasting…

She scratches my head and pets my hair, calling me a good puppy, as I nuzzle into her flat stomach that I’ve been conditioned into thinking I want to make so very round and full.

Lying down on the bed, she beckons me over and we cuddle, as she slowly teases and tastes me, licking the side of my face and peppering little kisses down the side of my neck. Meanwhile I’m getting so horny, and she smiles because she knows that if I’m slick and wet, I’ll slide down her throat much easier…

Snapping a collar around my neck, my pred pats me on the head and says goodbye to me. She slurps me down greedily, squeezing my sensitive, naked body into her gullet. Thick, wet gulps echo around the bedroom as my fate is sealed.

Her belly is a plush, moist, flabby blanket around me as I stretch out her stomach. The walls hug me tight as I shift around and squirm inside of her, to which she reacts with a delighted moan. Her stomach is rotund and swollen, almost bigger than she is. With a dazed grin, she flops her back onto the bed, rubbing and patting the beast of a gut I’ve bestowed upon her.

“Ooooh, puppy…. ❤️ you r-really hh-*hic!* hit the spot~ oouuh, it’s gonna take sooo long for Mommy to digest you, darling…”

She’s right. Her stomach is still getting used to me. The groans her belly lets out are muted and strained, smothered by my weight, and the acids are bubbling slow, trying to make sense of the moaning, panting lump within its confines. But I’m enjoying every second of it. Pleasure tingles through my body as I wiggle around and reach down between my legs to rub my folds.

I hear my pred whine, the playfulness in her voice suddenly retracted, and she moans in discomfort as she tries to soothe her churning gut.

“Hhhmf… ow… I think you’re giving me a tummy ache, puppy…” *hic*

The hiccups are all she’s able to let out. I’m packed so tight in her gut that there’s not a lot of room for those digestive gurgles to relieve pressure around in a more convenient manner. From the depths of her belly come the grumbliest noises as waves of warm air and juices bathe my body, and I continue to touch myself, completely high on the sensation of being her food.

Hours pass. Her stomach has barely made any progress on me, and her gut is still as massive and glorpy as it was when she first swallowed me. I shift around a bit inside of her and I hear her let out a low moan— her belly does the same. It’s gonna be a looooong “digestion session” for the both of us… 🫧