#giantess vore

[yummynomms]

NERVOUS PRED! NERVOUS PRED! NERVOUS-

they are my beloved

mmmhm yummy

Preds who get reverse comforted <3 gosh, like no: "YOU ARE NOT A MONSTER!!" RIGHT in their face. gotta be one of my favorite things.

this is my first time posting vore!! very nervous, let me know what you think!

[grumblemonster]

I want you sloshing in my gut, nothing more than prey slowly melting down inside me. I want to feel you squirm and struggle. I want to burp and taste you. I want you to liquify after hours in my stuffed gut and feel you drain into my intestines. How does it feel to just be fat and calories for my body? You're just meat roiling in my digestive juices, overwhelmed by the loud gurgling all around you as I slowly churn you down into pudge on my belly.

[altairasart]

CW VORE

FAST FOOD Hela is in a very good mood, maybe she won't chew you in her mouth, maybe she'll just swallow you

[lesbianoms]

Okay, imagine, a goddess who’s HUGE, like so big and tall, a giant, and chubby too! And people bring her food offerings all the time in shows of gratitude, and you wanna bring her an offering, but yours is very different from all the decadent foods she usually gets.

So you walk up to her temple, dressed in your finest clothes, and proudly declare that YOU are her offering.

She’s certainly surprised, and amused. She asks if you’re sure, to which you nod excitedly with the cutest, pleading eyes she’s ever seen. She chuckles, a beautiful sound, before extending her hand for you to crawl up on before bringing you to her mouth.

She kisses you gently before licking and sucking all over you body before placing you in her mouth. She toys with you for a bit, even licking between your legs as she can feel how excited you are, and eventually tilting her head back and swallowing you in one powerful gulp. The way her throat massages you all over as you slide down it is heavenly, and her stomach walls feel like velvet when you land in them.

You can feel her pat her tummy as you blissfully lay inside her. It’s warm and soft and oh so comfy inside…

Maybe you’ll be digested? Becoming a part of your beloved goddess. Or maybe she’ll give you a special privilege since you’ve amused her so much. Maybe she’ll keep you around to eat over and over again as many times as she likes?

Hhhhh I NEED to be licked and teased and gulped down by a gorgeous chubby giantess. Feeling her long tongue draw lazy licks over my crotch. Hearing her sigh at my flavorful taste… 🥰

Snuggled up in her soft wet belly that sloshes and groans like a lively cave. Feeing all hot between my legs and trying to resist the urge to take off my soaked clothes and rub myself all over the walls out of respect for my goddess…

Hearing her muffled laughter from up above as I end up doing it anyways, to which she just pats her tummy again and lets out a small hiccup, lounging in her flowing robes, staring down at her stomach with such adoration and listening to all the bubbling and groaning going on in there~

Fuck g/t vore can be sooo hot

[acidbathlove]

carmella my ghost lady

she loves to eat old men, but today its more of a balanced diet.

hope yall like her

[voraciousvore]

Giganterra (Chapter 15)

Prologue/ TOC | Previous (14) | Next (16)

Content Warning: soft, safe, unwilling vore; sexual themes; vulgar language

Word Count: 2.5k

------ Chapter 15: Ambivalence ------

Gio opened his eyes to unfamiliar surroundings. He shifted in bed, only to be graced with pain rocketing up his arm. He groaned as the memories came flooding back: the betrayal of his master, being used like a sex toy by an evil giantess, his arm breaking. He felt like crying as he laid listlessly in bed, staring up at the ceiling—a facsimile ceiling, the artificial imitation of a dollhouse. A fake house, a fake life, made for a dehumanized doll, not a man. 

A loud thump on the wall startled him, jerking him out of his thoughts. He looked over only to find two enormous hazel irises staring back with glee. They roved over him, intruding on his privacy, until the excitement drained out as the giantess observed his splint. 

“Oh no, you really did break your arm, didn’t you?” she said. Her voice was loud and full as it vibrated off the walls of the dollhouse. Gio cringed. Her eyebrows knitted together, and the huge eyes rotated down. “S-sorry... I gave it some thought last night. I should probably fix you.”  

She straightened into a standing position, so Gio was no longer at eye level and found himself looking at her torso instead, as big as the side of a barn. His heart exploded with panic as the roof opened above, and the beautiful giantess loomed over him in all her terrifying glory. 

“Get away from me!” he screeched as her gigantic hand approached him, eclipsing the rest of the room. To his surprise, the hand stopped, the fingers curving around him but not yet touching him. The huge appendage retreated to rest on the top of the wall, the fingers draping down halfway to the floor. 

“I’m just trying to help,” the princess explained, tapping the wall with her fingertips in a thunderous gallop. Her tone sounded genuinely apologetic, laced with regret. As frightened as Gio was, her demeanor filled him with a white-hot fury. The stress of the situation, along with his pent-up frustration and misery, drowned out his usual caution. 

“Help!? Are you fucking kidding me?” he shouted. “Like hell you’re going to help! You USED me and BROKE my arm!” 

Bianca bit her lip. “I-I didn’t mean to...” 

His own outburst shocked him, but he was so angry he couldn’t stop. “And where do you get off, acting all sorry and like you care now? You certainly didn’t give a shit last night! You didn’t hesitate to snatch us all up and molest us! So don’t pretend like you have any sympathy or respect, you cunt!”  

He heaved with wrath, virtually foaming at the mouth. He glanced over at Graham and Cesar, huddled in an interior doorway and gaping at him in shock. Graham was dreadfully pale, and even Cesar looked nervous. As much as Cesar was attracted to Bianca, his service to the human king had trained him on how to speak to royalty, so he knew Gio’s insolence was punishable by death even without the size discrepancy. Gio turned his attention skyward to the giantess princess, who seemed just as stunned. His momentary burst of indignance vaporized in a flash as he realized what he’d done. He’d offended the princess, no doubt. She’d retaliate, probably squash him into a pulp in her hand. He crumbled with terror, his usual timid nature returning to his body, as the princess recovered from the effect of his words. 

“Nobody’s ever spoken to me like that before,” she uttered in disbelief. “Least of all a lowly little human.” She stared at him, scrutinizing him with intensity. Gio’s lips quivered as he waited for the inevitable, the moment drawing out like a knife. However, they were interrupted by a knock on the door. 

“Bianca, my girl! Daddy’s here!” King Richard proclaimed, sauntering into the room. “How’s your morning going? Did you sleep well?” 

Bianca’s plump lips curled into a smirk as she looked down her nose at her living playthings. “I slept fabulously,” she answered, flipping her long hair haughtily over her shoulder. “Thank you so much for my new toys, Daddy!” 

The king peered into the human habitat with a devious sneer. “Oh, look at that! He’s got a little splint! That’s hilarious!” He chuckled as Graham glared up at him. Gio had lost all his fire; he trembled, lowering his head. He knew he was in serious peril when the princess laughed along with her father, her expression hardening with a cruel edge. When the giant king glanced over at Graham, the small man swiftly averted his gaze to his toes. Cesar stayed quiet as he watched the whole scene play out in front of him, as if he weren’t a part of it. 

“By the way, I brought you a present,” Hardon announced, presenting the human carrier necklace to Bianca. Her gift, crafted especially for her by an expert metallurgist, was designed to be more feminine, consisting of a fine gold chain encrusted with small, sparkling jewels. He fished Candy out of his shirt to demonstrate its utility. Bianca’s eyes gleamed as she greedily snatched up the gift. 

“Wow, this is so cool! Thanks, Daddy!” She gave him a big hug, making Candy gasp for breath as she was smothered by giant breasts. The king smiled, giving his daughter a kiss on the cheek before leaving. Bianca’s maid hid from the lecherous king on his way out, not wanting to be groped or smacked on the butt in passing—or worse. As soon as he was gone, she came into the room holding a tray of hot breakfast, similar to the one prepared for Ronny, with Chester in tow to check for poison. 

Once the food was deemed safe, Princess Bianca settled down to eat her breakfast. First, though, she needed to remind Gio of his place. She couldn’t allow anyone to disrespect her like that, least of all an insignificant rat. She reached back into the little house and roughly seized him in her fist. This time, he didn’t yell at her, merely crying out in fear instead. She ripped off his splint, eliciting a sharp shriek of pain. 

“D-don’t hurt me!” he begged. “I-I take back what I said, I’m sorry, I was just scared and venting my feelings, I meant no disrespect Your Highness-” He continued to blubber as she wrapped his tiny body in a crêpe, smothering him in whipped cream and powdered sugar. His eyes widened and he struggled violently when he realized what was going on.   

“No! You can’t eat me! I don’t want to die!” He was sobbing now, with his arms pinned to his sides while he floundered in custard filling. Bianca regarded him coldly as a savage grin spread across her lips, exposing her teeth. She couldn’t deny the thrill she felt, having such control and power over the small man. She didn’t bother to inform him that the potion she used on him yesterday would last for days, so he wouldn’t perish in her stomach. She preferred to savor his fear. She watched him wriggle his shoulders desperately and stir the filling with his wimpy movements. His delicate features, stricken with abject fear, were dusted with white powder, and his cheeks and hair were splotched with cream. He looked delicious, and her stomach clamored for his dainty flesh to fill it. 

He deserved his fate, after all, for running his mouth to royalty when he was a mere commoner, and such a pathetic little creature on top of that. She pushed down the inconvenient itch of sympathy and guilt scratching at her skull. She shouldn’t allow herself to feel those irrational emotions for a human, her natural inferior. If her father knew she felt that way, he would disapprove. She couldn’t disappoint him. 

Gio felt how small and powerless he was as the strength of her huge hand squeezed him in the crêpe, squirting out the filling around him. Her enormous maw, like the interior of a cathedral, gaped open, ready to engulf him. Gio screamed as the massive open jaws approached, the tunnel of the gullet twitching with hunger. The walls of teeth closed around him, biting down on the soft dough and burying him in humid darkness. The floor beneath him, the squishy wet mass of the tongue, came to life and curled around him. The huge tongue stripped the blanket of crêpe from his body, licked off the whipped cream and filling, and slapped his face and skin. He pushed against the tongue with his palms, but the heavy slab was too strong for him to wrestle off. The giantess hummed with delight, her voice reverberating from her throat into the hollow chamber, as his flavor permeated her mouth. She shifted him from one side of her mouth to the other, with Gio wailing in pain the entire time as his broken arm was jostled and compressed. 

Gio had no time to mentally prepare himself as he abruptly slid headfirst into the wide gullet. His vision was scarred with the sight of the fleshy chute of the throat, descending into a forbidding blackness, before the muscles crushed around him and dragged him down. His arm throbbed with acute pain as it was smashed against his midsection. He blacked out as he was shuttled down, until he collapsed into the giantess’s stomach. When he regained his wits, he was horrified to find himself churning in acid, stirred by wrinkled walls of flexing meat. Loud grumbles echoed through the hollow cavity like an earthquake, and mashed-up food slopped down from the constricted opening above as the princess ate the rest of her breakfast. He held out his shaking hands to examine the soft glow radiating from his skin. The acid didn’t burn, but he was still hysterical with panic, not yet comprehending that he wouldn’t be digested. 

Although giants were large enough for Graham to make out their facial features at a reasonable distance, he still couldn’t see much without his glasses. Nevertheless, he could hear Gio’s pleas and screams clear as day as he was eaten alive. He glanced over at Cesar standing next to him, who was watching the display attentively. He could hardly ignore Cesar’s raging boner, naked as they all were. He turned away with the upmost revulsion.  

“You disgust me,” he spat at the other man. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” Cesar admitted, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. “Goddamn, she’s so hot. I want her to eat me too...” 

“What the hell is wrong with you? Don’t you care about Gio? Or have any self-respect or sense of self-preservation at all? Or shame, for that matter?” 

Cesar grinned sheepishly. “Nope.” He sighed. “Don’t misunderstand, I feel bad for Gio, I really do. But I don’t think she intends to kill him. Besides, he shouldn’t have spoken to her that way. She’s royalty. He should’ve known better.” He shrugged. 

Graham, at a loss for words, huffed and shook his head. He walked away from the glass and sat down on one of the beds, holding his face in his hands and muttering vulgar invectives under his breath. He couldn’t believe he was in this situation, and stuck with a sex-crazed idiot, no less. He flinched as the threatening shadow of the giantess enveloped the miniature house. He looked up with trepidation to behold Bianca smiling and rubbing her full belly as she gazed down rapaciously at the two remaining men like she wanted to devour them alive.  

“Now, which one of you should I take with me today?” she teased, fingering her new jewelry, the human carrier that adorned her neck. 

Cesar gazed up at her with awe, saluting her proudly with his exposed member. “Ooh, me! Pick me!” he called out, raising his hands, imagining the embrace of her warm skin on his with dreamy bliss. 

Bianca grazed him over with her eyes, considering her options. A mischievous smirk spread over her face. “Nah.” She reached in and plucked up Graham instead, who squealed in protest. She snapped him into her necklace and dropped it to her chest. The tiny man’s cries were muffled when he fell neatly into her cleavage and was swallowed up by her full breasts, which bobbed slightly with his frantic motions. He tried to climb out of the soft valley, straining his arms, but Bianca stuffed him back in. 

“Aw, c’mon...” Cesar moaned as Bianca shut the roof and abandoned him. She was shunning him on purpose to torment him; he just knew it. He watched her leave with longing, dick in hand as her shapely backside swayed temptingly. He sighed as he was left alone, insanely jealous of the other men. He felt empty and unwanted. Did she not like him for some reason? Was he not good enough for her? 

Bianca didn’t give Cesar a second thought while she strolled through the castle. As she felt Gio thrashing weakly in her gut, and Graham fighting against her bouncing jugs, a twinge of regret began to worm its way into her heart. She knew it wasn’t right for her to feel empathy for humans, yet she couldn’t get the image of Gio, sallow and shriveled with his broken arm, out of her head. She normally didn’t experience compassion for her inferiors, but something about his tiny size, with how scared and helpless he was, struck a chord with her. 

She really didn’t intend to injure him. His emotional blowup had rocked her to her core. To think that such a vulnerable creature, wounded and frail, would have the audacity to confront and berate her filled her with amazement, perhaps even admiration. It wouldn’t be easy to stand up to a giantess hundreds of times his size, after all. Even full-sized giant men were afraid to speak to her in that manner, with the power she wielded. 

She realized the extreme duress he was under prompted his heated, impulsive response, and the fact that he could feel so strongly disturbed her. She was accustomed to seeing fear in humans, especially when they were on her dinner plate, but anger? Sadness? Even joy, with that bizarre horny one who actually seemed happy to see her? It was strange and alien to her. To think they had a range of complex feelings, like real people and not just primitive animals, bothered her. Her interactions with humans had been limited up to this point, restricted mostly to eating them, and she was learning a lot more than she expected about them. 

She decided to get a healing salve for Gio’s arm. Why not? She was his owner, his caretaker. She ought to keep her toys in pristine condition. For peak performance—certainly not out of compassion or guilt. Normally, she’d send a servant to do her bidding, but she felt oddly embarrassed about the whole thing. She didn’t want anyone else to know about her conflicting thoughts and feelings. She didn’t want to admit that she would spare this human, this inferior creature, after he disrespected her so rudely. She didn’t want to acknowledge or confront her own ambivalence regarding these human men, who seemed to have depth and dimensions that she hadn’t anticipated. 

Chapter 16

[puppysdummyaccount]

original got fIagged so here's a reupload with a couple filters on it!

another oldie from 2020!

uncensored: [part 1] [part 2] [part 3]

[vaniIIa alt]

[bramble-mouse]

Shelter From The Storm

A cute wee ficlet where Aine eats you to help you calm down after being scared of a storm.

CW: Vore (soft, safe and comforting)

Minor's do not interact!

"Storms really are awful frightenin' to you little humans, aren't they?" Another bolt of thunder peals across the sky outside the window and moments later from its flash, the thunder rattles the cabin. You let out a whimper and dash to hide against your giant companion's arm on her desktop. The storm giantess in question sets her pen down beside a half finished treatise she's reviewing for a student and immediately gathers you up in a pair of warm, soft hands. "Aww, c'mere, little lovey." Aine coos and brings you up to her lips. Gently, she kisses the top of your head. Her breath smells like fresh summer rain. You close your eyes. There's another flash outside, another blast of thunder that makes you cower against Aine's painted lips. "Oh, petal..." She speaks softly, her lips moving against your body. "It's alright, little one. Why don't you come inside for a wee bit, mmn? 'Til the storm's over." Aine parts her lips and you scurry into the welcoming cavern of her mouth. The giantess' magic hits you with an immediate tingle, like a protective hug. It works it way across your body as you situate on her tongue. The storm giantess closes her mouth around you and her tongue brushes the side of your head, then an arm, leaving behind a coating of saliva. Even in just her mouth, the storm feels distant. Soon, the world shifts and you plunge into Aine's throat. She swallows you carefully. Everything she does with you seems so careful at moments like these, even if she can be rambunctious at other times and forget just how much bigger than you she is. You slide down a pulsating tube- her esophagus. You can hear the calm, even staccato of Aine's heartbeat, the quiet hurricane of her lungs as you are carried deeper into her core by peristalsis. You slow and squeeze into the open space of Aine's belly with a welcoming grumble. You land in a puddle of herbal tea. It's pleasantly warm and sloshes around your waist. "Go on and get settled, little love." Her muffled voice reassures "And stay as long as you need, aye?" The organ shifts and a trio of soft glowing orbs appear in the space, gently shifting colours to illuminate wrinkled dark blue skin. You can see where her hand is rubbing on the wall opposite to you and you can't help but smile. You crawl across the unsteady, fleshy ground through the tea and lean up against where her hand touches. You hear her chuckle, feel the stomach clench a little around you. "That's it. You're safe, little love." Aine's soothing voice speaks, like a soft, gentler thunder, like a storm that can love you. "I'll keep you safe."

[bellypudgebelly]

It comes out hot and fast

Perfect for blasting 'em in your face over and over again.

[yummynomms]

I LOVE THIS TROPE aaaaaaaaa-

old old art that I was waiting to publish for when I had a story to go along with it but... it's been so long and I don't think the story is coming along any time soon soo...~

[grumblemonster]

This rain storm was the likely the last you'd ever see after meeting me. You'd been shrunken with a fellow stranger I'd met at the bar and woken up on my couch next to me. You were kind of cute- and I'd see how much you'd been staring at my mouth, the way you blushed when I swallowed tequila shots. So you would get one good, final show before I take care of you- if I get bored of keeping you like a pet, that is.

You can see the small bump my prey makes in my stomach, but already their movements have slowed and are so pathetically weak. You watched me pull out his tiny body from my purse, no bigger than the length of my hand- the same as you are now- and gulp him down whole. He's been in my gut maybe half and hour tops and it's intent on reducing him to mush. You like listening to me digest my food, don't you? Because once my prey slides down my throat and into cramp confines of my stomach, that's what they become- a meal. Meat for my stomach to digest and process into nutrients and slurry. Even if you hear a faint, muffled whimper from my middle or see the surface move from them weakly squirming, they're just food to slowly churn away for hours in my belly. Soon enough, they'll be fat on my figure and energy for me to spend. They'll be gone without a trace, every inch of their puny body absorbed into me. I pick you up by a leg and drop you onto my belly with a smirk.

Go ahead and press your ear to my gurgling stomach if you want. Rub it, feel it rumble under your hands and hear my prey sloshing around inside me. After all, that might just be how you sound in my digestive tract if I decide to eat you too.

[altairasart]

CW: soft vore

There is a giant eating people on the beach, it is recommended to stay away from the area

[lesbianoms]

Fantasizing about going out on a date with an older woman who seems pure and vanilla on the surface. We end up talking about personal stuff and somehow end up on the subject of kinks.

After a while I reluctantly reveal to her that I’m into vore, and after telling her what it is her eyes widen in surprise and she just says, “oh.”

We say goodbye to each other and I go home, agonizing over the date and her mannerisms and overthinking literally everything like the gay little disaster I am.

And then I get a text. From her. And it’s a video.

I open it up and she’s standing in her bedroom, grinning warmly. She explains, “I thought about what you told me, and I wanted to do something special for you.”

She picks up a container and there’s a tiny inside, a man, who looks 0% frightened and 110% pissed off. My jaw probably drops at this point.

“Don’t ask how, but I managed to get my ex-husband shrunk down to a more… bite-sized helping.”

He looks about 4-6 inches tall, like he fits perfectly on her palm. She picks him up by the collar of his shirt, licking her lips. Her ex starts thrashing and shouting at her to let him go, put him down, how she’s a psycho and he’s glad he divorced her, etc.

She completely ignores his protests and his shouts of anger and just smiles into the camera.

“This one’s for you, sweetie~”

She lowers him towards her mouth.

“You crazy bitch! Let me go! I swear to God I’ll-”

Slurp. Her lips close around him before he can finish. I hear a loud gulp on camera and she tilts her head up as she slowly, seductively traces his shape down her throat.

Then she lifts up her shirt revealing her bare tummy. She hums softly, posing with her arms above her head, and the video is in such high quality that I’m able to see the exact moment he lands in her stomach.

She lets out a small burp, chuckling as she pats her belly. Pulling the camera close, she says in a milky purr, “Wanna listen?”

Immediately she presses her phone up to the center of her belly, and I hear the loud roar of her stomach fill my headphones. Between all the glorps and gurgles of her sexy stomach, I can hear the muffled sounds of her ex-husband’s voice. He’s cursing her, screaming at her and demanding to be let out.

“Bet you wish that was you, huh?” she asks. Her mature voice goes even lower as she teases me.

The video focuses on the close-up of her belly for a few minutes. She’s moving it every now and then so that it slowly sloshes up and down, like a belly dancer. I can hear the digestive groans of her ex inside, being felt up and squeezed by her walls. The sounds both relax me and turn me on, and being able to watch him squirm inside of her is really something else ❤️

“Come with me.”

She takes the camera with her as she walks down to the kitchen, where she opens up the fridge and takes out a bottle of wine. She places the camera on the kitchen counter, angling it so that the view is just under her belly.

I can see the writhing form of her prey as he gets churned around by her stomach walls. She uncorks the wine, pours herself a glass, lifts it up towards the camera in a toast.

“Cheers,” she says slyly, and she begins downing the glass.

I can hear the wine filling her up and entering her tummy, sloshing around inside as the wiggling lump of her ex-husband cries out. He disappears from view for a second until she pushes out her stomach, and I hear the bubbling of brewing wine mixed with the occasional groans of a liquid-filled gut. I can only imagine him sloshing around in there with the wine…

“Oh, I’m gonna feel that in the morning-”*uurrp!!*

She walks back to the bedroom, pressing the phone to her belly so that I can hear each slosh of its contents as she ascends the staircase.

“You know, I can feel that bastard struggling in there... I think he's trying to give me indigestion. Like he hasn’t already given me enough bellyaching when we were married! ... I'm sure you'd be much better behaved~"

Hearing back into the bedroom, she lays on the bed. She points the phone down at her tummy and pats it. The noises from inside are clear as day on the video.

About a minute or so of rubbing her active belly, she pulls down her jeans and tugs on the band of her underwear so that more of her lower belly is visible.

“Wanna see something cool?” she asks.

She puts the camera down with her other hand and feels around for her ex-husband, pressing down on a slightly bulging spot on her tummy.

“There he is,” she mumbles.

Then, she takes the front of her fingers and massages deep into her belly, kneading, pressing into her gut with an audible glorp.

I watch as she pushes the shape along her skin, towards her pelvis, and with a rush I realize what she’s doing. A particularly loud gurgle sounds out from her middle as she guides him down into her lower belly. I hear his muffled moaning as he shifts through her.

“Oohhh, I think he’s in my intestines now~” she says seductively.

I can see the wiggling form below her belly button, and I imagine what it must be like for him in there. So tight, and hot, and wet, and slippery… I wonder how much he’s filling out her bowels as he moves around inside…

She hums in delight and traces circles around him. His struggles pick up the pace as he seemingly tries to fight his way out of his ex-wife’s body. She squirms in pleasure, twirling the elastic band of her underwear and rubbing her lower belly with her other.

Eventually her body tires him out, and when his movements begin to slow, she pulls the elastic out and snaps it back so that it covers the bulge he makes completely. Covered by both flesh and cloth now, her belly bulge of an ex-husband whimpers faintly. His fate is sealed; her stomach gives a satisfied grumble.

Lifting the camera, she says, “Did you enjoy your surprise, honey? Ah, I hope you did. I can’t wait to see you again… and I’d love to feel you inside me. I’m still new to this whole thing, maybe you could give me some pointers. And I’m sure your cute little body would fill me riiight up~”

She looks down at her abdomen and frowns, huffs out a sigh, and finishes with, “Gotta go now, my hubby isn’t- *hic* quite agreeing with me…”

[drink-me-shrink-me]

Hi. 38 Het Male. ERP open. Message only if 18+

Send your Kinks and Limits.

Send asks to learn more about my Kinks & Limits and those not listed.

KINKS

Shrinking

Size Theft/Expansion

Lactation/ANR/ABF

Teasing/Intimidation

Humiliation/Degradation/Hypnosis

Cruel/CNC/Cuck/Beta

Crush/Vore

Destruction

LIMITS

Scat/Pee/Farting/Stink

Gender Bend

Grotesque Torture

Digestion Focus

Unaware

Furry

[acidbathlove]

Some doodles of Venus! My gluttonous giantess ;))

[voraciousvore]

Voretober Day 28: Miss

Day 1 | Previous (27) | Next (29)

Content Warning: NSFW/ 18+! F/f g/t soft fatal unwilling vore, sexual themes, brief mention of hard vore

Word Count: 1076

Little Miss Strawberry. 

I didn’t know her real name, but that’s what I called her in my head. She was small and cute: about the size of a strawberry, as a matter of fact. Her figure was pleasantly plump, like a ripened fruit ready to be plucked from the vine. She had a naturally sweet scent that could almost be described as floral, intoxicating to the senses. And she had rosy, chubby cheeks that I desperately wanted to squeeze. 

Even the way she dressed—with a cherry-red, polka-dot dress—reminded me of a strawberry. All together, the petite little package looked positively delicious. I couldn’t bring myself to approach her, or speak to her, despite the fact that we had classes together in the same building. Even in a crowd of other small folk, down on the designated pathways, her cheerful color choices always made her pop. And I couldn’t escape that delightful scent that followed her down the hallway, far more bewitching and potent than any artificial perfume. 

I just had to have her, you understand. I couldn’t escape her allure, forced into close proximity as we were. I fantasized about sticking her between my tits, or in my panties, and I’d grow sopping wet at the thought. The way she’d blush and squirm—it would drive me wild. Or her begging for mercy, in that soft sing-song voice of hers. Oh dear. I really had no choice, all things considered. 

But more than anything, I wondered what she would taste like. How her soft flesh would feel on my tongue, or pressed between my teeth. Bones crunching, bright red syrup flowing down my throat. I swallowed longingly at the thought. When class was dismissed, I couldn’t resist stalking her. I walked with very slow, deliberate steps so I wouldn’t outpace her. She went into the library, and I prowled behind. 

I lurked in the shadows and watched. She asked one of the librarians for help, and I felt an intense stab of jealousy as the giantess gently scooped her up and carried her over to a shelf. She picked out a book, opened it, and set my little darling down on the pages, giving her a light pat on her strawberry blonde hair. Disgusting. But so cute. 

I observed for a while, slathering my drool on my knitted pink sleeve so it wouldn’t drip all over the floor. Every dainty, teeny movement, from her strolling over to turn a page bigger to her than a bedsheet, to her hand dutifully scribbling loopy cursive notes in a notebook smaller than a postage stamp, sent me into a frenzy. I needed her tucked away inside me, enveloped snugly by my stomach walls. I fingered myself behind the bookshelf, stifling my low moans inside my sleeve, going mad with gluttonous lust. 

I couldn’t tolerate being without her any longer. I surged forward, knocking over a few books in the process, and dived over to her table. She spun around, eyes wide, but froze in place like the helpless prey she was. I slammed into the table, snatching her up in my hand and flinging the book to the floor in a savage rush, before barreling off with my prize. Even though her screams were a sweet symphony, I muffled them with my fingers and shoved her into my sodden sleeve. 

Privacy was necessary, so I swept her away to a secluded corner of the library, hiding behind a thick bookshelf. I rolled up my sleeve and opened my hand enough to behold Little Miss Strawberry in all her glory. Her face was flushed more than usual and her eyes sparkled with tears. I kneaded her plush form with my fingers, reveling in her divine softness, like the lightest, fluffiest dough. 

She tried to plead with me, to demand to be let go, but fear stole her voice. I could only imagine how I must’ve looked, with my long black hair in a tangle, teeth glinting in the amber light, pallid skin pouring sweat, and the gleaming eyes of a hungry beast. Gosh, I was so intensely ravenous. My belly clamored for her to be stuffed inside. Without further ado, I opened my maw wide and shoved her inside. Her sharp scream was cut off by my teeth clacking shut. 

Oh. Oh my. Sweet bliss flowed over my tongue in a burst of sublime flavor. She was even better than I imagined in my most sugared fantasies. I bit down on her dress, tore it off, and swallowed it so I could feel every inch of her tiny body without obstacle. Her texture and shape were as irresistible as her taste. Her struggles made me even more voracious, as she wrestled with my tongue and banged against my teeth in a futile effort to escape. 

I couldn’t help but smile. Such a feisty little morsel. I toyed with her, rolling her around on my tongue and giving her a gracious tour of the inside of my mouth. I pressed her between my teeth playfully, but decided not to bite down. I wanted to keep her alive as long as possible; I was enjoying her struggles too much. I gulped down buckets of overflowing saliva, so that the poor dear wouldn’t drown. I didn’t want that. 

My throat was too eager to hold back any longer, and my stomach too empty for comfort. I forced her to the base of my tongue, until her puny arms were pushing against the back of my throat, even as she slid further inside, helpless to halt her descent. With a luxurious swallow, I sent her down.  

I sighed with contentment as my esophagus massaged her through my chest. I traced her path with my finger, relishing her movements. I let out a soft moan and rubbed my belly as I felt her drop inside. She came to life within me, thrashing and fighting, electrifying my insides with excitement. I leaned back in my corner, idly jiggling my paunch with a lazy hand. Her faint screams were overpowered by the loud gurgles of my stomach, churning to slowly grind her into mush. 

Eventually, her frantic spasms died down to a slight jitter, until she stopped shuffling about altogether. I licked my lips with satisfaction and stifled a belch with my sleeve. After laying for a while, I stretched like a cat and pulled myself to my feet. 

Time to find my next obsession.