#hairy pred

[teenwolfvore]

In the Spider's web

Peter laid back into his lazy boy chair happy and smug. Sitting in his lap was his engorged belly. It was lumpy, wiggling, and talking. Well, the occupants inside are talking mostly arguing about their current situation. Peter chuckles as he runs his hand over angry outlines of the two teenagers who had decided to break into his house. Of course this story needs a little context. 

Peter had been aware of Scott and Stiles stalking him all over town. They're trying to figure out what his dastardly plan was. In truth, he didn't really have one at the moment. Peter was just waiting for the perfect opportunity and they were paranoid. Luckily for Peter the opportunity would soon come. Peter had just gotten back from a meeting with his nephew, Derek. Peter had picked up on the teenage desperation before he even stepped out of his car. Why they were in his house, Peter had no idea. However it was on to prompt him to react accordingly. If they were looking for reason to think he was evil, Peter would happily oblige.

Peter sneaks into the house, easily able to mask his presence. He could hear up on the teenage fumblings happening within his home. Peter creeps into the living room to find Scott trying to open a lock box. The boy's perception was severely lacking, especially for a werewolf. Peter sneaks up on him and pounces. Peter opens his mouth wide and begins to devour the poor pup before he even has a chance. The quiet living room is soon filled with the muffled gulps coming from Peter's mouth and throat. He stuffs Scott down and delights in the meaty flavor that werewolves possessed. Peter devours Scott's shoulders and chest quite easily. His tongue slathers the young man and brings out the flavor. Scott was struggling and wiggling the entire way down. 

Peter slurps up the struggling legs of Scott as he fills Peter's stomach. His 6 pack abs hidden underneath his shirt begins to balloon. The buttons start to unbutton as more of the teenage werewolf dirt bag falls in. Scott curls up and awaits for his feet to be swallowed by Peter. Peter rips the shoes off of Scott and leaves him in just those socks. Then with a deep gulp, the elder werewolf bellies the younger pup. Peter sighs and before he can truly enjoy the sensation of a full belly, he turns to see Stiles watching. Peter was impressed that the little punk was able to sneak up on him. 

“Are you going to run? Or do you know better?”

Stiles runs. Peter doesn't know why he asks. 

Peter catches Stiles easily at the front door. The werewolf pins Stiles' back to the door. Stiles could feel every struggle that Scott was making within Peter's gut. The poor brat could hardly move thanks to Peter’s heavy sphere. Stiles cried out and begged Peter to let them go. That he promised that they would leave Peter alone and they wouldn't go to the police. Peter wondered if the shifting in his belly was Scott's concern for his friend or if he was just trying to find a new way to get comfortable. Either way, Peter chuckles as he licks his lips. He drags wet pink tongue onto Stiles' neck. 

“Oh don't worry, nobody is going to know that you were here, least of all you.”

Peter opens his mouth and descends down on Stiles. Stiles lets out a bloody shriek and his world goes dark…

Which brings Peter back to the present in his lazy chair. Stiles was less meaty than Scott but he was surprisingly more sweet. It caused Peter to drool a little more than he was expecting. Big droplets of drool had landed on Peter's belly. Droplets that he was now rubbing into his hairy belly. The patsy teen popped any remaining buttons on Peter’s shirt. His exposed hairy pectorals and gut are covered in a thin layer of sweat. The combined effort of eating Scott and Stiles have produced a good sheen. Stiles had struggled, even harder than Scott had, but Stiles was a weak human. Peter had restrained Stiles' arms with just his lips. 

Both boys are currently arguing as they struggle inside of Peter's belly. They couldn't believe that Peter had gotten the jump on them and are trying to figure out a way to get out. Peter was deeply amused by this as he gently pats his gut as if encouraging their ideas. The longer they struggled the more pleasurable it would be for Peter. So enabling them with these half-baked escape plans are paramount. The smug werewolf chuckles as he texts a picture of his belly to Derek. Perhaps this would dissuade his nephew from doing anything too outrageous. Lest he share a similar fate. 

Peter stayed like that for hours just rubbing over his belly as both teenagers had their hope whittled down to an inevitable big grudging acceptance. During that time Peter had decided to put on a good movie to accompany his large dinner. It was really something just to occupy time as both boys slowly came to their own conclusions about what was going to happen to them. Peter would let out a huge crass burp here and there to remind them ultimately of what they really were. 

Food. By the time the movie was halfway done, their frantic struggling had turned into a hopeless wiggle. More involuntary than anything else. By the time the credits are rolling, his belly was all but silent and still. 

Peter felt the heaviness of sleep weigh down on his eyelids. It was that blissful sleep that always accompanied after a large meal. Scott and Stiles had long since passed out once they were trapped inside that hot and moist sack. They were awaiting their fate as even more fat and muscle for Peter permanently or if they would wake in their bed as if this was a strange dream. Peter wasn't going to decide one way or the other. For now, he was content just to have the boys where they are. Peter rubs his claws over their forms a final time, content with overall fullness. His final thoughts before drifting into a post bench sleep is how wonderful this would feel to do this again with both of these delinquents. Or… 

…even his nephew. 

[ilikebigbellydotnom]

Now full disclosure I don't RP, im not good at it and I'm an observer/feeder more then a pred or prey, HOWEVER I know damn well I got a sexy hairy belly, and I made this video for a pred friend online of mine who's a great sexy pred that REALLY wanted to get swallowed by me, so this is the result of that I hope y'all vorny peeps enjoy it!

[justanothervoreblog]

Uncle Jimmy

Request for @lechie

There was a comforting smell in Uncle Jimmy's house that always just seemed to allow Gabe to relax. On his dad's side, Uncle Jimmy had been intriguing to Gabe all his life. Gabe never really knew what his uncle did for work. His uncle had no partners, but he was just content. Uncle Jimmy was bald, by choice, his words. Whatever muscular physique he had softened up, especially around his middle. A nice fat beer gut was there instead of Jimmy's rock-hard abs in his youth. Complete with a layer of fuzz on his gut and his arms, Gabe could call Jimmy a proper bear. 

Gabe was taller than him considerably and also a lot skinnier. The two of them sat on the couch as Gabe adjusted the beanie on his head. A tuft of blonde hair peeks from underneath as the two of them watch tv. It was just a good pastime for the two of them; Gabe had been watching TV with his uncle for a good while. Pizza was apparently on its way, and hopefully, it got here soon because of how hungry Uncle Jimmy seemed to be. Various bags of chips are emptied and do little to stave off Jimmy's hunger. Gabe wanders into the kitchen, seeing if he can't find anything for his hungry uncle. 

A quick look in the fridge reveals little as a frown passes over Gabe's face. Uncle Jimmy would just have to wait for a pizza to arrive. Gabe feels his uncle walk behind him and press his hips up against his ass. Gabe's face lit up with embarrassment. He knew that his uncle was a perv, just not like this. He quickly turns around and looks at his uncle. Uncle Jimmy seemed amused, almost as if there was an inside joke he just wasn't getting. There was something in his movements, the way that he licked his lips or rubbed over his belly. Gabe was about to ask what was happening, but Uncle Jimmy seized his arms. The older man clasps them to Gabe's side, but the tall twink cannot break free.

Gabe watches as Uncle Jimmy lifts him slightly off the ground and begins to push Gabe's head towards his mouth. At first, there is confusion. Was Uncle Jimmy gone for a kiss? Instead, Uncle Jimmy's mouth seems to expand wider than it should have. Gabe briefly thinks of snakes and how they devour their food. Only when Gabe's head lands directly on Uncle Jimmy's tongue does he briefly know what's happening. He begins to thrash and beg Uncle Jimmy not to do this. Uncle Jimmy returns that thrashing by swallowing down his head. Gabe feels himself get pushed deep into that throat and towards the gut. He was getting eaten! 

Uncle Jimmy continually devours Gabe. Those lanky shoulders and chest posed no challenge. Uncle Jimmy swallows them up and amuses himself with the struggle of his nephew. So many had walked into this spider's parlor without realizing they were the fly. Gabe was no exception, as Uncle Jimmy makes short work of those flat abs. A quick tip of his head gets Uncle Jimmy to Gabe's waist and what remains of his arms. Gabe's hands grab onto Uncle Jimmy's wet lips. Jimmy feels those fingers trying to slow Gabe from reaching that belly. Uncle Jimmy could feel Gabe's head pop through the tight ring and into the acidic environment below. With an amused chuckle, Uncle Jimmy slides more of Gabe in, those fingers included. 

Uncle Jimmy happily devours Gabe's perky little butt. There was little that Gabe could do to stop as he rapidly began to fill up Uncle Jimmy's belly. Those long and thin legs are like strands of wet noodles. Uncle Jimmy happily slips them up as his hands roam over that fat gut of his now. Most of Gabe was now curled inside of that fuzzy dome. Uncle Jimmy puts one hand on top of that gut with smug authority. There was no way that Gabe was getting out of this one. With just those large feet wiggling on the outside, Uncle Jimmy swallows the last of his nephew. A quick head bob and those squirming feet get sent to the hairy tank. 

Uncle Jimmy puts his hands on his gut, feeling how his nephew struggles. Every kick and punch could be felt by Uncle Jimmy. The bald man revels in it. Uncle Jimmy carries his fat gut out of the kitchen and plops down onto the couch—the couch creeks with the centralized weight in one area. Uncle Jimmy kicks up his feet and relaxes. Gabe begins to wiggle fiercely on his belly, and Uncle Jimmy enjoys it. It gets to the point where Gabe's thrashing is so fierce that he lets out a huge burp from his uncle. The burp rattles the living room, and Gabe feels that gut squeeze around him. Uncle Jimmy chuckles with the flavor of his nephew back on his tongue. His belly had squeezed down on Gabe and knocked him out, which was probably for the best because digestion was about to begin. Soon, like countless other boys, Gabe would be digested and added to Uncle Jimmy's waistline. Uncle Jimmy returns to watching his TV show with nothing better left to do. He occasionally slaps or rub his belly, knowing it is working hard to digest his lanky nephew. Soon, he would fill it up more with that pizza. 

And perhaps, the Pizza boy!

[lechie]

The True Punishment (CW: Fatal, Vore)

Charlie finally got home after a day of work and was tired, ornery, and hungry as all hell!

He went into the kitchen to see that there wasn't much in the fridge to eat so he grumbled to himself as he pulled off his shirt, scratched his belly, and walked into the living room and plopped himself in his recliner and turned on the TV to watch watched his favorite show.

That's when his 20 year old step-son walked in...

"God why do you sit on your ass all day and do nothing" said his step-son.

Charlie just ignored him and kept watching his show.

"Hello? Old man can you hear me?"

Charlie began to get pissed off but still kept ignoring him but he began to notice his hunger beginning to grow.

"God your so useless" his step son said pissing him off even more.

"THATS IT YOU LITTLE SHIT" Charlie quickly stood up from his seat and loomed over his step-son, looking pissed and hungry as ever.

"You know what I think you deserve a punishment for treating me this way"

Before the boy could say anything back, Charlie grabbed the back of his head and shoved it in his mouth. The boy still stunned from what just happened started to flail his arms trying to push away. Charlie rips off the boys shirt and took a hard gulp and pulling the boy up to his shoulders. Charlie moaned as he tasted the flavors of his step son and continued to stuff him down his throat. He was up to his chest now. Charlie selfishly licked the boys chest as he moaned, making another large gulp, sending his deeper into his maw. The step-son pleaded begging not to be eaten which just made Charlie want him .ý more. All that's left was his kicking legs.

Charlie lifted his head and let them slide in on there own. He moan loading as he swallowed for the final time as he felt the new weight I'm his bulging stomache.

Charlie then plopped in his chair and rubbed his step son sized dome.

"This is what you get for being such a brat now you don't have to worry about how you act when your on my waistline" Charlie chuckled

Charlie then began to moan loudly and rub his shaft as his former step son turned dinner thrashed around in his new fleshy prison.

Charlie then did a house shaking belch as he climaxed, that made a couples pictures off the wall fall as all the movement in his belly stopped. He then began to slowly doze off to work off his massive delicious meal.

(This is my first ever vore story so I hope you all enjoy, if you want you can dm and I might make one for you =^^=)

[wholegrainvore]

catguy pred eating lil mice people is soooooooooo awesome to me. Need more of that I think

[ilikebigbellydotnom]

Bob & Teddy's Valentine's Surprise for Linda

The two good friends made a compromise this year on Valentine's Day, since the kids are away the adults can play! Bob worked on a compromise to include Teddy into his and Linda's plans. After Bob asks teddy what he thought of his idea, Teddy of course was more than willing to be gobbled up by Bob and sent to his hairy pot belly, the two wait until closing shift and head upstairs together to surprise his wife, they walk into Linda and Bobs bedroom closing the door behind them, once Bob strips down to the nude he places an alluring apron on. Then Bob begins to consume his plump burger obsessed friend whole, after a few wet noises Linda walks into the living room asking if Bob is done in there with his surprise, the lightly intoxicated Linda is waiting for the signal from bob to begin the sexy music, the bloated man walks out of the door way swaying his huge belly around in circular motions much for his wife and his own arousal

Teddy sloshes around the acid filled belly, enjoy the heart beat and closeness of being inside Bob Belcher. Once Bob finishes his sexy sloshy dance, Linda goes up to bob and gives him a deep affectionate kiss upon his lips, the woman presses into the hot dissented belly. Leaning into the fuzzy flesh she looks bob in the eyes and asks him a question

"hey who did you eat Bobby!?"

"Bruuuuuuaaaaap teddy, hey he offered and I figured he didn't deserve to spend Valentine's Day alone"

"well I want this to be a permanent look for you! Look how soft and round you are!"

"permanent!?"

Teddy starts to wriggle around in distress as Linda says she wants Bob to always look like this, Bob chuckles and gets more aroused at Linda's compliment genuinely considering keep Teddy on his waistline Bob shares his thoughts on that.

"well I was planning on spitting him out in a bit, but if it will make you happy, I can live like this, a belly this huge is great for holding burger plates and snuggling you at night with..."

"oh Bobby! This is the best Valentine's you've ever done for me! Let's go soften and shake your belly up!"

The couple close their bedroom door and spend the rest of the night making love and churning Teddy into Bob Belcher pudge!

[ilikebigbellydotnom]

PREY POV: My friend from Canada was always a warm and welcoming guy! when he invited me over to visit for the holidays i did not expect to be treated to such large amounts of food, the plump cook and host did partake in some of the sweets and meats, but he mainly left the bulk of it for me to eat.

The following night my friends gut groaned louder then the Television show we were watching thats when he became really reavous. He gets up and out of the room, roughly 30 minutes go by and 2 episodes of our program already passes by as i noticed he wasn't back yet. i get up and travel to the kitchen, assuming he's been snacking on the leftovers packed in the fridge, when i came around the corner into his kitchen i seen that the stoner ate it all!! He comes over to me pleading for some relief as his stuffed ball gut is in my face, i happy aid my friend in his moment of need... that proved to be a mistake! Once my friend seen my arousual from rubbing his swollen gut, he teasingly asked me if id like to go inside it, thinking he was joking i chucked and said "ofcource i do" the man smiles with a toothy predly grin as my world goes from looking at his hairy belly to traveling down his hot and moist throat im pinned down by the walls of flesh as the huge man is swalling me whole! PRED POV: with a few easy gulps the rest of the meal settled into place, the stomach groans as the large meal streaches out past its usual compasity. "BRAAAAAAOOOOOAAAAUP!!" the stomach begins its process of churning the new meat into fat and gains for the friendly giant, he hobbles over to the mirror to take a full body shot of his prey to remember his friends visit, as this will be their last time to the country. with that taken and his hairy belly getting heated up and sweaty from the digestion this pred desides to rest up and check on his company in the morning. THE NEXT MORNING:

The End

Credit for this morph of myself (yes dat me) goes to my lovely new friend go give them a follow on twitter and maybe he'll morph you or someone you admire!? https://twitter.com/apricotez1?s=20

[ryanmarshallryan]

Art Reflects Reality - A Prey's Birthday

Carter had been enjoying some community with some new friends of his local chapter of a gay rugby association. They played hard on the field, then they played hard afterwards, often partying or hanging out together, and always eating big.

Some of the guys accidentally came across some vore art Carter had drawn of himself getting swallowed, when it fell out of his bag one day after a practice.

“Hey this is good!” one said to Carter, who looked a bit mortified at the paper in another’s hands, “Don’t worry mate, you’re in good company.”

“No kink shaming here,” said another. 

“Sounds like a good way to get protein,” another said with a wink and a slap of their gut at Carter

After that Carter assumed the other guys had forgotten about it. But when it came to his birthday, he discovered he had been wrong. One of the guys who had seen the drawing, held out a large envelope to Carter, with “Happy Birthday” written on the outside. Carter opened it to find a very well done comic sketch of a vore scenario. In the art Carter saw himself being swallowed head first, by another one of the players during a rugby practice. There was another comic panel showing the aftermath and the pred saying “Sorry, I was trying to catch the ball, accidentally caught you in my throat instead!”

“Been meaning to get back into art for fun, so I decided to take some inspiration to make you something for your birthday.” Carter was speechless at hearing these words from his teammate.

The player went on, “Oh yeah and some of the guys have another surprise as well.” Just then five other players lined up and started lifting their shirts off over their heads and casting them aside, “If you’d like, feel free to choose a belly to lounge in the rest of the day.”

Carter looked puzzled. What could they mean?

The guys laughed, and one piped up “Maybe he needs a demonstration.”

“All right then,” said the artist player, who promptly stripped off his own shirt and walked over to the other who had spoken. Carter watched in disbelief as the artist was lifted off the ground and swallowed whole in less than a few moments by the other player, who sat down with a thump on a bench and began rubbing his gut.

“Oof, great, idea Carter, great idea,” he said, “Wanna rub?”

Carter came over and cautiously felt over the player’s hairy belly, with his mouth dropped in awe, “How did you do that?” Carter felt the prey player writhing around underneath the layers of fat.

The player gave a great belch, “It’s your birthday, mate. Feel free to watch and rub a gut… or if you’re adventurous… why not get inside one?”

Carter considered a moment. He heard a shout of approval from the artist prey, and decided it couldn’t be that bad in reality if there were no signs of pain. Maybe vore in real life could be fun. But how?

“Oh yeah, and don’t worry mate, we each got a whole bottle of Tums if it gets too tingly in there.” said one of the big bellied players jiggling his belly, “happy to have you be a snack to hold us over for your birthday dinner, but don’t wanna lose a player off the team to a digesting belly.”

Carter smiled and shrugged, “Ugh I wish I could choose all of you,” looking around at the bellies in front of him. One player had a round hairy gut, another more smooth with a low hanging gut. Another had one that looked like their gut was hard as a rock. He decided upon the last in the line, a player named Kai, whose round, flabby belly looked soft and cozy, roomy but still snug. 

Kai gave Carter a smile, and took his hands and placed them on Kai’s belly, “Wanna get cozy up in here?”

Carter nodded enthusiastically, and stripped off the rest of his clothes. The other players lifted Carter up in a fireman's carry, and tilted him downward into Kai’s waiting maw. Kai made quick work of Carter, swallowing him down into his fleshy belly with the ease of someone a pro at eating. Carter felt himself jostled around inside Kai’s belly, and saw the faint red light through Kai's shirtless belly fat. He could hear muffled talking and laughing, felt a jolt as Kai must’ve sat down, and heard a car rumbling. Carter felt around his enclosure and got comfy, experiencing his vorish dream for the first time in an unexpected birthday fashion.

Quite suddenly he felt Kai’s stomach muscles begin tensing and relaxing with intense force and thought that they might have waited too long. Carter felt a twinge of fear and arousal, assuming that Kai’s stomach was about to begin digesting him right now. Bracing for the stomach acid to burn his body, and the air to leave his lungs for good, Carter tried to let go of inhibition and relax into this final birthday adventure, when suddenly he felt himself thrust upward back through Kai’s throat and into the waiting arms of half a dozen players, who forcefully dried him off with towels and had him throw on some clothes.

Carter was both relieved and a little disappointed in his vore experience being over, but the fun did not end, the boys chanted a drinking song while leading him into a local bar. They ordered him a piece of cake, and continued singing joyous melodies of “he’s a jolly good fellow” and such, much to the annoyance of some other bar hoppers.

After a raucous chorus of another song, one of the other potential pred players leaned in close and asked Carter, “Had enough of being in a belly? Or still wanna try out the other guys’ guts?”

On his other side the artist friend leaned in close, “Reynolds is probably big enough to fit both of us if you’re looking to try some fun a little different.”

Within five minutes the crowd was chanting on Reynolds, who had swallowed the artist friend already, and was beginning to swallow Carter, headfirst.

“I could get used to this as a post game activity,” Carter suggested to the artist friend, as they squirmed around in Reynolds belly. Through the thick layers of fat, they could hear a chorus of “Happy birthday dear lunch meat! Happy birthday to you!” Carter never thought he’d be so aroused and excited to be called “lunchmeat” by a group of big men, but alas, birthday magic makes the strangest of scenarios wonderful and memorable.

[bitterkarella]

Identifying furries by their fursonas

Fox- this is the default fursona for the default furry, namely a twink with a blown out fucked to death asshole

Vixen- Girl fox referred to as a vixen is an egg, girl fox just referred to as a fox is an out trans woman

Kistune - the same as above but weeb flavor

he-wolf - a greasy guy who weighs 12 pounds soaking wet and wears a fedora. republican.

she-wolf - the butchest bull dyke you ever saw

coyote - manic depressive. always on something. the drug connection at any furry party

Cat- always a woman

black cat - could be any gender but always goth

kitten/kitty - a trans sex worker, has an only fans they really want you to know about.

bobcat - older dude. wants people to think he's ex-military

Jaguar - an older black guy. will probably have the word "black" in his fursona's name

lion - just a huge asshole

tiger - another asshole. old. wants you to believe he's ex military or ex-police, probably a member of the dorsai irregulars. major grill dad vibes

jackal - a huge asshole and a slut. white gay racist, probably transphobic

cougar - either a trans woman or a terf. there's no in between

Horse - white woman who identifies as 2 Spirit or a guy who wants to be stomped on

Pony - gay nazi

unicorn - either the absolute gayest dude you can be or a 9 year old girl. sometimes a late in life transition

Tanuki - latino

badger - either a huge lesbian or an old avuncular straight guy. possible sex pest

Raccoon - nature's greatest mistake. too normie to be furry, too furry to be normie. dilf.

bat - either a goth or a real annoying shit (some overlap). invader zim fanboy. doesn't drink alcohol but claims to act crazy on "sugar highs." definitely has dabbled in webcomics

cow - a woman. maternal. mom friend or mommy dom. milf. possibly trans femme

steer - a big strong fat rough trade gay guy

sheep - mom vibes

pretty much any farm animal - mom vibes

domestic pig - wild card. might be a wet and messy fetish thing tho or a trash eating thing. loves to be stinky. loves to talk about being stinky.

wild pig - trans masc

skunk - either a fat beardy guy who has a tumblr blog about animation squash & stretch or a stoner gal. very straight. the straightest. a kinsey 0. has strong feelings about what the fandom used to be like before there were all these kids in it.

rat - is a huge asshole as a front, probably likes talking cigars

lemur - autistic

sloth - 420 blaze it. will never finish any commissions

chakat - an older cishet man who thinks the fandom is too political & refers to "anime" as "japanimation"

sergel - nazi

citra - the biggest dipshit you've ever met

procyon - furry equivalent of the thomas jefferson miku binder pic. you should not be talking to this person, this is a literal child

weasel - a girl with cluster b personality disorders

ferret - a person who has at least one pet ferret, but probably many

mole - this person thinks they're in a beatrix potter story

guinea pig/chinchilla/jerboa/gerbil/any kind of fat rodent you can keep as a pet - the sweetest person you will ever meet

armadillo/pangolin/anteater/aardvark - smug, contrarian. "i just wanna be different"

mouse - vore fetishist, prey. sub.

hyena - vore fetishist, pred. probably trans masc

otter - a dommy twink, possible enby

bear - gay

panda - absolutely a white person pretending to be asian. probably running a gofund me scam with a suspicious story about how they're a professional nintendo gamer who injured their hand or something

bullfrog - a huge fat hairy straight guy

any other frog - inflation or rubber fetishist

axolotl/newt/salamander - genderfluid enby

rabbit - trad wife trans woman

squirrel - autistic and gay

deer - gay

gazelle - zootopia megafan

monkey - punk DIY artist type, definitely loves weed

ape - absolutely baffling. nothing this person does or says makes any sense. you will be left wondering whether you're speaking to a child, a person with severe mental issues, or someone who doesn't have english as a first language

elephant - mom friend

hippo - a fat fetishist or a transformation fetishist

rhino - an older cishet dude who wants to project a curmudgeonly yet approachable aura

kangaroo - definitely not an australian person. extremely focused kinkster, usually feet or inflation. more STDs than should be possible to carry

koala - an asian woman

virginia opossum - anarchist/communist punk trans man who makes zines and/or comics

australian possum - just here to have fun. wants everyone else to be having fun too. wacky funster. (sugar gliders and flying squirrels fall under this category)

any other marsupial - poser

monotremes - extreme poser, don't even bother

doberman- gay dude who tops from the bottom or a cop (there is some overlap)

german shepherd - a nazi or a cop (there is substantial overlap). definitely a furry raider. he will wear his cop uniform to con and after con will post videos pretending that someone was rude to him

afghan - arch femme

basset hound - racist

puppy - sub, probably an egg. extremely draining. cries a lot

all other dogs - just dudes being bros (gender neutral)

dragon - the furries of furries. like to talk about eating "sammiches" and "chocklit." probably an adult baby lifestyler. they will send DMs that just say "hi." they like to RP and when they contact you about a potential commission they are actually just trying to trick you into RP

griffin - the same as above but also a brony

snake - sissy hypno fetishist

turtle - an old man, probably southern. an ironic grandpa.

other scalies - furry in denial. either a child or an old person from CYD. the world's last something awful goons

any fursona with latino vibes - white

any fursona with asian vibes - latino

any fursona with native american vibes - eastern european

avian - girl who's not like other girls. hippie. vegan.

raven/crow - agender voidgoth

chicken - mom vibes

dinosaur - the absolute biggest nerd. probably has an actual degree in paleontology. definitely dresses like miss frizzle.

any invertebrate - not a real furry, their girlfriend just made them get a furaffinity account before they could get ass. either that or they've never even heard of furry, they just came up with the idea of anthropomorphics from first principles. a biology teacher or weirdo (there is some overlap)

amoeba - this is a troll

[miggy510]

Don’t you think you would look good as my pit hair? I’ll even let you choose which pit and how long you stay, hit me up when you make your mind up.

el_jorgeeee via Twitter

[teenwolfvore]

Never Trust A Snake

Derek felt like a fool. He should have known that Jackson would have been upset about eating the last of the chicken inside of the fridge. Derek had been thoughtless at the time and was just hungry. He didn't think that Jackson would be upset about it. So much so that when Derek told Jackson about eating his chicken, Jackson said it was no big deal. He would just go to the store to buy more, simple as that.

It did not occur to Derek how good of a liar Jackson was.

Derek had lied down for a nap and assumed that Jackson was just going to the store to get some more food. It did not occur to Derek that Jackson was going to use Derek to supplement his loss of food. Derek was tied up by Jackson's tail and lifted out of his bed. Despite Derek's werewolf strength, there was little that the hairy hunk could do to stop Jackson. Jackson's tail might as well be a steel coil restricting Derek.

Jackson looked at him with a devilish grin as he lowered Derek's feet towards his mouth. Luckily Jackson didn't have to strip Derek of his clothes, he was already in his boxers. That was lucky for Jackson, not lucky for Derek. Derek's large feet are taken into Jackson's hot and wet mouth. They bulge in Jackson's throat as he swallows more of Derek's legs. Those hairy calves and thighs go down quickly. Jackson's experienced throat makes short work of Derek's powerful legs. It was truly a horrifying dilemma for Derek anyhow.

Jackson being an experienced pred gradually slides his tail upwards to restrict Derek. All the while Jackson consumes the lower half of the werewolf easily. Jackson's tongue laps at Derek's hairy crotch when his boxers are swallowed. Derek hated how it felt so good. It was one thing to be devoured, it was another to enjoy it. He didn't want to give Jackson the satisfaction. Too bad Derek was hard by the time his cock was in the back of Jackson's throat. By that time Derek felt his muscular forearms and hands were devoured too. Derek's feet now squish at the bottom of Jackson's gut.

That pink tongue tastes that hairy navel and abs as it slides up Derek. The older werewolf was feeling uncomfortable with how hot and sticky Jackson's mouth was. It was a humid and oppressive environment. Warning to how bad it was going to be inside of Jackson's gut. Derek could hear Jackson's breathing more clearly as Derek's hefty chest and shoulders are swallowed. Jackson was steady and consistent. Despite Derek being larger than him, the snake had no problem consuming that hairy wolf. Derek can even hear Jackson humming. The idea of turning this Alpha beefcake into food turned him on.

At last, Jackson was beginning to swallow up Derek's neck and head. Derek's body had bulged down Jackson's throat and into his gut. The last bit of food was about to be swallowed. Derek watched the light slowly be framed between Jackson's teeth. That tongue wraps around his head and pulls him down. The sound of Jackson's gulping could be heard in Derek's ears. Then it was the sound of Jackson's heartbeat. Just like the breathing it was consistent and practiced. Jackson did not struggle eating Derek and it showed. Eventually Derek feels himself round out inside of Jackson's gut. His entire muscular body was covered head to toe in saliva. He was forced to curl up into a tight ball. The pink fleshy walls crushed down on Derek and kept him from moving.

The air was stale and Derek could feel himself beginning to pass out. There was a sudden rush of air leaving the belly that expedites that process. Derek's vision begins to fade to twinkly white stars and darkness. The last thing that Derek is able to perceive is a hand rubbing on him from the outside.

Jackson was laid back in Derek's bed with a smug grin. He had just burped and out had flown Derek's boxers. The hungry snake continue to rub over his belly proudly. Derek should have known better to have touched his food and not have replaced it. He was even more foolish to believe that Jackson wasn't going to retaliate. But that was all in the past now. Derek more than made up for eating his food by becoming Jackson's. Just a proud bulge in his midsection. Jackson hums as he settles into a nap of his own. Although it was a more of a food coma as his belly begins to work on digesting that hunk of a werewolf.

[digestavore]

imagine we're at uni and you're the typical mean bully pred. known around campus and constantly showing off your swinging belly full of students and faculty. one day you decide a useless fag like me belongs up your sweaty, hairy, rank arse. so you catch me in the hallway, shove me down to the ground and stuff me up your arse in front of everyone.

I mean, that just sounds like my uni experience 😏 a whole uni of students to gorge on. I got so fat off them. And yeah, I'd shove you up my rank arse, just like the rest. Add you to the mass grave in my guts 😈

[stillfoodforguys]

It takes a bold attitude to just walk a stranger’s home unannounced. Perhaps it’s my own fault for leaving the door unlocked whenever I’m inside, but I live in a peaceful enough neighbourhood that it’s usually not a problem. That’s why I was surprised when some rough looking fatso who I’d never seen before slammed his way into my living room, scaring the hell out of me while I was having a drink to relax after work.

The tight tank top that showed off his big, spherical beer belly was doing even less to cover up his hairy, musky pits that I could smell from across the room. He came stomping directly towards me, unshaken by my pathetically quiet demand for him to leave as I trembled in fear. He grabbed my waist and lifted me up, my toes dangling above the ground as his tongue poked out from his thickly bearded maw and licked his lips.

“Well don’t you look like good eatin’? I hit the jackpot with his one.” I screamed for help, but a couple of seconds later I was silenced as I was plunged into the stranger’s drooling mouth. My head slid over his tongue to the back of his throat, while he tilted back his own and raised my hips into the air at the perfect angle to devour me. With a single gulp and a little help from gravity, he swallowed my entire upper body in one go, the wet, sticky walls of his gullet wrapping tightly around me.

One more gulp and his powerful throat muscles dragged my legs inside of him, forcing me to contort painfully into the crushing confines of his stomach. After a few seconds of slathering my feet with his warm saliva, he finished off his meal and slumped into my armchair, which creaked at the weight of two men suddenly landing on top of it.

The heat inside his stomach would have been overpowering, if not for the cool liquid that soon came pouring in after me, the greedy stranger taking claim to my beers that rested on the floor beside him. He rubbed his huge belly, listening to the sloshing sound of my frantic struggles and belching so he could make room to chug down more beer until he was entirely full.

“Dumb fucks around here think you’re safe, but y’all haven’t realised there’s a new pred in town. I’m gonna enjoy *urp* feastin’ on all of you.”

[lunchbox-for-gays]

hi spare Sniper NSFW headcanons??? thank u :)

SNIPER GAMING (NSFW headcanons)

Uncut(like most of the mercs but I'm mentioning it now because it's important later) but oh fuck his tip is RED.

A good length, as in average, and thin. It's surprisingly pretty nice in texture and fits him perfectly

No visible veins but does feel like it when he gets close

This man is hairy everywhere. It's a little itchy trying to have softer intimate times but he might shave if you ask nicely... Maybe though, he this he looks better with more hair

Not very sensitive both prostate wise and dick wise, but he loves having you get him off

Has a few kinks such as bondage, pred/prey, knife play, and biting. He's way too scared of making it obvious in case you're not interested, so he tends to just think about it when he has alone time

He tries to bathe regularly for you, yet when he tries cleaning his sex it makes him a little self conscious that he's uncircumcised

Unknown to him, he might have a scent kink and wants you to get in on it too by wearing cologne. Not too strong but just enough to make you remember that smell

Doesn't own any special toys but would love to have you test some on him

He's rough in bed after some time, but ohhhh being gentle with you and even having sleepy sex or make outs gets him so much more satisfied it's unbelievable

Dear God someone eat this man out. He makes such pretty grunts and moans. He could cum untouched just by that alone

Speaking of oral, he has no preference over giving or receiving. He only goes slow giving, he's too scared of whoring himself out by making sounds, and trust me he can get loud pleasing someone with his mouth

Did I ever mention he's more of a pillow humper than someone who actually jerks off?

If you want to watch him, he'll make a show out of it, as if asking for you to take the lead. Teasing himself and touching his chest, little pleas under his breath, the whole nine yards

Babes... don't ruin his orgasm unless you plan on making it up to him, he will cry no joke

IF and ONLY IF you want to overstim him, you have to go through the same thing later. It's only fair >:(

You know how I said he's afraid of whoring himself out? Yeah, technically he also wants that so bad

If it's one thing that he has imagined but won't try, it's lingerie. Yes he might but some but he's never going to show you it. If you're wondering, yes he has worn some under his regular outfits.(Spy is the only one who knows about it, he knows when someone is up to something like that) It was white and lacy: thigh highs and thigh garters, see-through short lace boxers with a teeny tiny bow at the top, a tank top with a deep plunge where his metaphorical cleavage would go... Oh goodness where's the nsfw artists when you need them?

Mega fat ass. Like damn sheesh where do you hide it all? (The secret is tight boxers and big pants)

That's... All I have... Maybe I'll write something where he gets to show off the lingerie on accident....

>:))

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

How do you feel about preds who are crual/merciless to theyr meals?

Dude it's absolutely my shit. I love it a lot. So now I will prove it with more prompts!

"W-Wait, I'm sorry, I didn't know!" the man yells, trying to crawl away. He's grabbed by the ankle and dragged back to the hunter. His hairy gut was sticking out, gurgling and churning thickly over the man's buddies. "That's too bad," the hunter says, lifting the man off the ground and dangling him in the air, "because I don't care. This is my property. I get to hunt whatever ends up on it. You and your stupid friends are food--you were the second you walked past that fence." The man is lifted up further, now over the man's head and staring into his open, drooling maw. "No, please, don't eat me! Don't--" He's dropped in and sinks right down the hunter's gullet, stopping waist deep. His legs kick around wildly for a few seconds before they're slurped up as well, sending him down. The hunter slurps over his lips and readjusts his hat. He gives his bulging gut a hard smack, making it slosh back and forth as he lets out a roaring belch into the woods. A hundred acres of the stuff and it's all his. No one else seems to get the memo, though, and he spends more time picking off hikers and campers and bird-watchers than actual game. Oh well...it's all the same in the end. "Stupid fucking kids...not my fault you can't follow directions." He belches again, giving his gut a few rough pats as the campers inside squirm around, muffled screams barely getting through the thick fat. He stomps off, walking over the ruined tent he'd torn the first couple of out, and back to his home. He'll sleep these ones off before he goes out looking for more. There's always more somewhere. He'd put up more signs but...honestly, he does appreciate the food a bit.

The classroom is quiet, other than the sound of gulping and slurping and a muffled voice crying out. None of the students dare to look up, even as they hear a sigh of relief and a wet belch. The grades for their first exam had come in and the professor made it very clear that he's no accepted student whose grades fell under a threshold. Already, three seats sit empty, someone's belongings sitting at each of them now unattended. Now there was a fourth, and the professor is back to roaming through the class like a prowling animal waiting to strike. His stomach sloshes with every step he takes, bumping into desks. "Now remember class," the professor says, wiping a bit of drool from his chin. "This is an entry-level course. Failing here means you weren't going to get much farther." There's a scream as he pulls another student from their seat, pleases for mercy quickly drowned out by more gulping and slurping as the professor devours him without hesitation. A wet belch sends a sneaker flying from his jaws and he continues prowling. "Some of you got very close to that failing grade as well, so I really do recommend you use today's study time wisely. We wouldn't want you to slip up on the next exam." Another student is dragged out of his seat, cursing and yelling as he's shoveled down the hatch with the other failing students. The teacher's gut is getting too large to fit nicely in the rows and it's beginning to shove desks and knock things over. Not that he seems to care. Another student is down the hatch and he's back to moving through the crowd. "I'm not doing this because I want to. I'm doing it for your own sakes, even if you might not understand that." One last student is lifted out of his seat and devoured, the professor now walking back to the front of the class as he slurps down a pair of kicking legs. He settles back in his chair with a sigh, his massive gut resting on the desk before him. It groans and churns loudly, the various bulges of students fighting for their lives inside on full display. Another belch roars out of him as he rubs his gut. "Failing this class just means you aren't cut out for it, and that's fine. It just means that you're better off serving as food for me. Now, the rest of you, continue to study quietly. Your lackluster classmates will be spending the rest of class time with their private biology lesson. Let their death be a lesson for the rest of you." The professor pats his gut with another belch, someone's jacket flying from his maw. Honestly, he was hoping more students would fail. Maybe he'll make this next exam harder. No harm in culling the herd a bit more.

"Do I look like I give a shit about your life?" the jock asks, getting in the face of his teammate. "Because I don't. You're a shit player, and I'm the star athlete. So you do the math over which of us is actually important here. I said I need a protein boost for tomorrow's game, so you're gonna shut up and do it." He grabs the player roughly and shoves his face right into his pecs. The jock groans as he forces the other's head between his chest. Cornering him in the locker room had been a good call--no clothes to get in the way of him taking what's his. His chest flexes, the tight grip it has on the player making him sink in further. Coupled with the fact that the jock is shoving him deeper manually as well, it was spelling a clear end for the prey. The player squirmed around as much as he could, but in the end, it was useless against the stronger man, and his kicking feet are soon sealed up with a final flex. The jock huffs, sweating a little as he stares down at his chest, now bulging with another man behind it. "Fuuuck...god, you feel good in there. Get used to your rightful place, huh? You deserve it--wasting your goddamn body just to play like shit...hff...I'll make sure all that strength and muscle gets put to actual use." The jock flexes his pecs, giving them a stronger one each time. It really makes the player inside move around and it's causing his chest to bounce. "Heh...that's all you got? Fucking hell, it's like you wanted this. Fine by me. I'm more than happy to kill off worthless players like you." He grunts as a crunch comes from his chest. He's really starting to grind that guy down in there--he can already feel himself getting a bit bigger off of it. "If I could get away with it, I'd end the whole team. I could wipe the floor with the other guys all on my own. You jackasses are all in my way..." Another crunch from his pecs and this time, they get notably smaller. The jock lets out a heavy breath as he feels power surge through him. "Coach would grind me into gut slush in an instant if I did that, though...so I gotta just go after weak links like you. The guys he won't miss...until I'm strong enough to eat him myself." Several crunches follow, and the jock feels up his chest as it seems to go back down to normal size. "...heh, I'm getting faster at this, though. I bet you died in barely a minute. Might be able to take on coach by the end of the season. Well, either way, thanks for the mass, you fucking loser." He gives one of his pecs a smack then goes to grab a towel. He could use another shower now.

[miggy510]

filming himself after absorbing me into his chest giving a thumbs up thanking me for adding more mass and muscle to his already gigantic frame flexing one last time before sharing the video to his next victim.

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