#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]

Since zenigata's birthday is the 25th and I've been holding onto this for a few years now enjoy this edit made not by me, but a beloved estranged friend of mine who asked for advice on how to do what i do to screenshots, and this is his result!! look at all that awesome pudge thats one lucky trooper! i miss ya buddy, if you see this and by chance have a tumblr account, ill gladly take this down if you were to request it! but i would love to catch up again my chuncky friend!

[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!

[wholegrainvore]

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

[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!

[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

[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!

[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

[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 😈

[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.

i3adr: Leveling up slow and steady……… 💪🏾⏲️

[snuffedcat]

can u make me the most fucked up strade alter possible :3

Anon, I would be HAPPY too. ;3 I made him as fucked up as I could THIS ALTERPACK IS INTENTED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY! please keep in mind that this pack is made with the intent that the individual using this pack will treat the terms, personality, and attractions SAFELY, CAREFULLY, AND CONSENSUALLY. Please don’t take this as me condoning anything irl 😭🙏

︵ ₊ Name :: Strade , str*de, kilgore , butcher , bloodrush , marrow , tendon , flay , ︵ ₊ pronouns :: he/him, h*/h*m, guro/guros, gore/gores, muti/mutilations, ri/ribs, blood/bloods, ki/kills, vi/violents, vile/viles, dec/decay, red/reds, gut/guts, rot/rots, hallow/hallows, horr/horror, blood/bloodsoaked, death/deaths, victim/victims, pred/preadator, wound/wounds, snuff/snuffs, scream/screams, cry/cries, yell/yells, bone/bones, slash/slashs, cor/corpse, flesh/fleshs, clot/clots, meat/meaty, bi/bite, clo/clot, cask/casket, but/butcher, twich/twitches, sin/sinner, injure/injures, broken/brokens, cut/cuts, rip/rips ︵ ₊ terms :: prn who shall not be named, prn who is feared, prn who lurks behind, prn who everyone warned you about, the guy online your parents warned you about, prn who is blood soaked, prn who chases, the photographer, prn who will make you a star, prn who owns you, prn who lures, prn who is allergic to showers

︵ ₊ genders :: masc. disturb gender, snuff gender, bloodyorgancoric, voidbodiment, lustbodiment, korngender, strangerembodiment, deadrotgender, liebodiment, destructionbodiment, woundthing, loudmusicgender, dangerthing, meatabyss, sadomascobodiment, cautionmasc, stabbed gender, bite masc, hatebodiment, gender decay, knifemasc, gore dream, bodyhorric, ragebodiment, rotgender, mold gender, stain gender, preadatormasc, pedobodiment, fleshgoregender ︵ ₊ Presentation :: very masc. ︵ ₊ cisIDs :: leg pain, greasy, fucked up hands, stiff joints, hairy, fucked up ︵ ₊ transIDs :: killer, no empathy, German accent, German speaker, German, snuff film director, starmaker, groomer, pedo, online groomer, kidnapper, alcoholic, contacting, scars, darker skin, brown hair, hygiene (a LOT worse), smell (dried blood, cvm, sweat, and BO), child partner, bigot (choose your flavor), older, programming, cult leader, harmful, abusivecaretaker, teacher, olderbrother, smoker ︵ ₊ otherIDs :: permagrooming, permaowning, permamanipluating, perma🍇ing , permatorturing, permadrunk, no sexual/romantic id

︵ ₊ para :: ☀️🔦🐾 ξ 🧟🦴🧬🤕🥀🛏️🍬🩸⛓️💧📸🪓🚰

︵ ₊ ageID :: 34 ︵ ₊ physical age :: 34 ︵ ₊ age requirements :: treat as age

︵ ₊ species ID :: human, sometimes thinks as himself as somehow different than other humans- a more special one. ︵ ₊ physical species :: human

︵ ₊ disorders / MUDs :: NPD, ASPD, ︵ ₊ symptoms that stand out :: thinks of himself as better than other people, rule breaking, no guilt

︵ ₊ functions :: persecutor, transharmid holder, attraction holder ︵ ₊ sources :: BTD 1 ︵ ₊ kins :: Fumus (Okegom)

︵ ₊ aesthetics :: gorecore, Midwest gothic, older brother ︵ ₊ likes :: horror, scaring others, gore, guns, collecting knife’s, ︵ ₊ dislikes :: feeling trapped, getting called out on his tricks, ︵ ₊ music :: 1 2 3 5 ︵ ₊ boundaries :: be very clear when he makes you uncomfortable, don’t use tone tags or anything, don’t tease him

︵ ₊ notable traits :: often aggressive- sometimes unintentionally, forgets to shower a lot, likes hands on work, likes to build, desensitized to intense subjects ︵ ₊ appearance :: darker skin, fatter, greasy brown hair, wavy hair, eye bags, stubble

︵ ₊ typing quirks :: extremely optional, doesn’t use often.

Hey, I’m StrAde. HD:w are yD:u?

O = D: a= A ︵ ₊ hex codes :: 771818 465F4B AB6873 D5CCAD 665B54 ︵ ₊ sign offs :: 🩸🔪🍴🥩🧠🫁🫀🍺🛠️🪓🧨🔫 ︵ ₊ other notes :: I smell him through the screen

[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

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Ooooo! Loved the Cap and Bruce posts you just did <3 Could I ask for some T.hor vore? Hes so rad! As.gard gods are perfect as pred or prey! Could we have, like, pred T.hor with pec and pit vore and a prey T.hor with oral?

I can do something for those, yeah!

T.hor has to do more than just work out in order to fuel his muscles. They're powerful and impressive, of course, but any mortal can get like that if they really wanted to. In order to get size like his, one has to take the mass from somewhere. On A.sgard, that usually involved a fight to the death of some kind, where the winner was allowed to claim the loser. On Earth, however, T.hor finds that it's much easier to simply take what he wants. Even the strongest human is nothing to him, so it's hardly worth fighting if he knows the outcome already. Mortals can be rather easy to woo as well, especially for someone like T.hor, so he often doesn't even need to get aggressive with them. For instance, he found a human gym during a training day and decided to put it to use. The equipment would break if he tried to use it, so he had no interest in it. Instead, he went to the locker room, shedding his shirt and exposing his muscular torso. It got the attention of some of the other men, and with the right encouragement, T.hor had them coming over to him. He's happy to show off a bit for them--they deserve to get a look at what they're adding to, what their lives will be ending for improve--with a bit of flexing. One man even manages to snap a picture of him on his phone. That's when he's brought in with a large hug, face planting into T.hor's thick, fuzzy chest. The other gymgoers watch as the hug becomes tighter, and the man gets his entire head wedged between those massive pecs. T.hor folds his arms behind his head and grins, flexing his chest over and over, each one pulling the man deeper inside. He can tell he's excited the rest of the gymgoers....of his prey, so he coaxes another two forward, letting them plant their faces into his hairy pits. Just like his pecs, their heads sink inside with ease, and he just as he flex his arms to suck them deeper. A locker room of at least eight men slowly loses those numbers, none of them resisting as they feed a god's muscle. T.hor gets two packed away in each arm and four in his pecs, leaving high muscle bulging with their forms tightly packed away inside. He goes to the mirror in the locker room and flexes his godly muscles. In an instant, all eight men are crushed into nothing. Mortals are simply that weak compared to T.hor--it takes almost nothing for him to end their lives, but they give so much in return, as the god watches his chest and arms bulk out with new mass and power. He lets out a content sight, spares a thank you for those mortals, and heads out without his shirt--it won't fit anyway, and if he can lure in some extra meals, that's all the better.

T.hor must have gone crazy. That's what it is, surely. After all, when the mortal at the bar asked to eat him, he thought it was a joke. But the way the man drooled and the rumble of his stomach told a different story. T.hor still didn't think anything of it and simply said yes. The random mortal wasted no time and started, grabbing his legs and working him into those drooling jaws feet first. T.hor could have resisted at any moment--even a predator mortal would be easy to escape for him. But as those drooling jaws slide up his legs, and he's lifted from his seat with the entire bar watching, he can't help but find himself blushing. This human is ravenous, a hunger like a god's! He's sinking deeper now that he's up in the air, his waist and hands sliding down the hatch, then his stomach disappearing, and then his pecs. Even as his head sinks down, his vision framed by the mortal's jaws, T.hor knows he could escape with ease...but as those jaws shut, he knows he doesn't want to, and a final gulp sends him sliding down. The mortal takes up T.hor's seat, belching deeply and taking the god's beer to drink. Despite the sight, the bar goes back to normal, and T.hor is left curled up in some random mortal's stomach, his own beer pouring down on his head. Did the mortal even know who he'd eaten? Did he care? T.hor can feel the occasional rub, but otherwise, the mortals' attitude is completely nonchalant. Somehow, that only makes T.hor enjoy this more. Surely some mortal couldn't digest his godly figure, right? But as the night winds down, the human's stomach gets louder and works harder. He belches in the bartender's face a few times, which is met with some apologies and a few pats to his gut. Two more beers and the human would stumble out of the bar, find himself in the alley behind it, and pass out from the booze and the food. All the while, T.hor was left stewing in that caustic pit, knowing he wouldn't make it out of there alive. Come morning, the human would wake up and waddle to his car, grumbling of a hangover while his stomach sloshes back and forth, still broiling with godly chyme. He'd belch up a skull in his car, regard it with a disgusted face, and toss it out the window before driving off. It was a pitiful end for T.hor...and yet, somehow, he'd never imagined one more satisfiying.

[ryanmarshallryan]

I've been having a lot more people reach out about the vore stories I write, so thought I'd throw it out there if anyone wants to donate to help me have more time to write stories, or likes my style and wants to commission something let me know over dm!

I usually write thinking from a prey perspective, but was feeling hungry after eating salads for a month and switched to pred for this story.

DIET BACKFIRED

I love my weight. I think my belly looks great on me. When I see those old statues of historical figures with dad bods I see myself and love it. But after gaining 25 pounds in a few months from stress, I decided to try out a diet for a bit, just to be cautious of my health. Man, it was hard. And this morning my hunger took control.

I was preparing a salad, heated up some chicken to mix in, sprinkled in some shredded cheese, spinach, lettuce, cucumber, tomato and such. All I could think about was how wonderful it would feel to have a full belly again. Not just feeling satisfied, but pigging out and shoving as much down my maw as possible. Feeling the gainer bug while also trying to diet was not going to work for me. I tore through my cabinet to find an old box of cookies. I opened the box, came to my senses and closed it, then decided I didn’t care and ate the remainder in one sitting. To try to slow myself down and tire out my palette, I tried to eat a bunch of lettuce, but then added a bunch of croutons and snacks without thinking. I still felt hungry, but just left the kitchen to stop myself.

Later, I hung out with my work-out buddy, Max, and vented about my hunger, “I’m still eating a lot! Just replacing chips with a lot of low fat snacks. So if the quantity of food I’m eating is the same, why am I always feeling sooooo hungry? Ugh.”

“Bro, sounds like you need a cheat day. But, hey, if you’re stressed about having too much high fat food, I can help you eat big while still holding back on the chips.”

“Well it can be helpful to sit with the feeling for a while. So if you start feeling hungry, write down exactly what you are craving and what that feels like. By the time you are done writing it out, if you’re still hungry for it… go for it. If the feeling passes, then move on,” Max continued.

“I’m sure we could try it, but I don’t see how much of a difference it’ll make.” I replied. I knew Max worked as some sort of private personal trainer or something on the side, so I felt inclined to believe him, but my stomach was doubtful.

After our workout, we visited a smoothie place and got large chocolate banana protein smoothies (after writing out what I was craving and waiting a moment before deciding to go through with it). I sucked mine down so fast I got a mild brain freeze.

“So how are you feeling? Hungry for another one?” Max asked, playfully placing a hand on my gut and giving it a quick rub.

“Ugh, I would totally go for a burger and fries right now… no, onion rings… actually both,” I replied, as Max handed me a notepad and pen. I wrote down the menu in my mind and thought about how it can be nice to feel so full without another care in the world.

“It’s been a few minutes… still hungry?” Max said with a sly smile.

“What do you think?” I asked him, lifting my gym shirt up to reveal my hairy belly, which gave a perfectly timed gurgle.

Max drove to my favorite burger joint and ordered a few meals and insisted on paying “This is my idea, don’t worry about it… for science!”

After downing two large burgers, a full bag of onion rings and a couple sides of fries, plus an apple that came with Max’s meal that he was too full to finish, I sat with my gut extended out in front of me.

Max leaned over to me, pulled my shirt up over my belly and patted it with his closed fist as if knocking at a door, “So how are you doing, hungry guy?” He put his ear to my side and listened intently to the stomach gurgles, occasionally making sounds of “Mmm,” “Yes, I see,” “Interesting.” I couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the absurdity of Max speaking to my belly.

“What’s so funny about listening to your gut? Intuitive eating is no joke,” Max said with a joking smile, “What is your stomach telling you?”

I thought for a moment, grabbed the notepad and wrote down ‘Though I should be full and done eating… Ice cream would hit the spot right now… Surely that would fill me up, and fill the void the low fat snacks have opened.’ I handed Max the written note.

Max looked from my belly to my eyes with a poker face, “I know just the place.”

In a few minutes we rolled up to Max’s apartment. Inside he pulled out some pints of cookies and cream ice cream and some mint chocolate chip. He handed me a spoon and opened the containers and sat across from me.

“Do you want me to get a bowl?” I asked.

“Nah. Try to intuitively eat. Just eat until your body feels done.”

“So… eat until there’s a nationwide ice cream shortage?”

Max threw his head back laughing, “If we get to that point, maybe we’ll pivot to a new tactic, but for now, feel free to eat as much as you want.” He looked endearingly into my eyes, and I felt my gut rumble, whether by digestion or hunger, or both, I couldn’t discern.

As I scooped down ice cream, we chatted about hunger, about scarcity mindset when it comes to food, and he told me some interesting facts about digestion and how to make room in one's stomach faster than normal by laying on the left side.

“Is this the stuff people need to know for your personal training work and such?” I asked.

“Personal training stuff?” Max gave a look of puzzlement then laughed, “I think I said that sarcastically a while back. A few guys pay me to help them gain weight and eat big. So sort of a personal trainer, but kind of the opposite effect that most would expect.”

“Ohhh, this tactic makes a bit more sense now,” I replied, continuing to eat the ice cream.

“Well, I thought if I encouraged you to experience the ability to eat as much as you want without restriction, you’ll realize that you don’t have to eat everything. It sounds like you are always hungry, because you are always denying that you want food.”

“Hmm, I suppose that’s true,” I went to scoop up more ice cream then realized I’d eaten all of it.

“How are you feeling?” Max asked, rubbing the top of my belly.

I felt a grumble deep in my stomach.”I can definitely feel my belly full of food, but I also could definitely do the whole thing all over again.”

Max considered me for a moment, then started listing off some random digestion facts again. He put his head on my stomach again, lifted my shirt off my body, listened again, took his hands and gently opened my mouth wide and peered down my throat, until I started laughing and he couldn't hold my mouth open.

“What are you doing? You think my stomach is gonna speak back to you in English?” I joked.

“No… but I wonder if I could better understand your hunger if I could better see inside your gut. Hmmm, maybe even just peering down your esophagus…”

“Don’t you need a fancy scope for that or something?”

“Not if you’re willing to relax your throat for a moment…” Max said. I shrugged, and he straddled my lap and shoved his head into my mouth. I could feel his energetic breathing against my tongue and wondered how on earth he could see anything down my throat with his head blocking light from the outside.

I heard a muffled “I’d like to see a bit further…” and felt him push his whole body forward into me. His shoulders shoved their way into my maw and stretched my jaw wide like an opera singer. I choked a little bit feeling his scratchy hair make contact with my uvula and the bottom of my tongue. I reflexively closed my lips over his skin and swallowed as the hair and breath tickled my maw. I realized that my peristalsis must have taken a bit of control, because I was surprised to see that I was looking down at his lower back with his arms pinned to his sides. I felt his nipples and pectoral muscles sliding against my tongue and felt his head squeezed tightly through my lower esophagus. What was going on? Though the sensation was filling me with dopamine and adrenaline, I realized that somehow my body was getting ready to eat a whole human, so I mentally prepared myself to try and regurgitate him. But instead I felt him force himself deeper into my throat, as his feet pushed off against the floor, and his upper torso wriggled and squirmed to slide deeper into me. I felt a sloshing in my gut, and heard a muffled intake of air and the continuation of more digestion facts being spewed out of Max’s ever curious mind obsessed with digestion.

Since Max seemed so intent on getting inside my stomach, and I knew I would need to breathe soon, I decided to help him out. I lifted his legs up over my head and felt gravity pulling him down my throat. I pulled his gym shorts and such off him and felt the interesting texture of his little belly over his abs, mixed with gym sweat and belly hair, felt past his hard on and groin, and his thick thighs as they all passed over my tongue and against my soft palate. My stomach finally began to feel full, as it sloshed with its soupy contents of dinner encasing Max’s squirming upper body. I knew Max’s hands had been freed from the tight grip of my esophagus as my inner stomach felt a peculiar tickling sensation with Max rubbing it from the inside. I felt him poke around and heard his muffled casual observations about my stomach.

I felt Max’s muscles seize up as he put his legs together tightly and let them slide easily down my throat. I felt his cold feet tickle my tongue, uvula and esophagus until they finally plopped into my stomach and I felt my throat open enough for me to exhale and breathe in more oxygen finally.

I took a few moments to gather my thoughts and catch my breath, feeling Max move around and curl up into a ball inside my tight stomach. I looked down to see the bulge his head made toward the top of my belly, with other odd bumps sticking out that I assumed were his knees and feet pressing up against my stomach walls. I felt his clammy hands push up against my stomach as he surveyed his new situation.

“Max, I forgot to write this craving down first.” I said, jokingly.

“Don’t worry I already did!” I heard him shout back, hearing it almost come up through my own throat. I stared in confusion at the opened notepad next to me and flipped to the last written note that read ‘Ice cream and everything else isn’t satisfying enough. Maybe eating me will do the trick. - Max’

My belly gurgled in surprise, “You planned for me to eat you?”

“I did shove myself down your throat, didn’t I?”

“But why would you -”

“Hey you didn’t try and stop me, bud,” he replied. I felt a pat against my belly, and shivered a little bit.

“Yeah, but I thought you just wanted to glance inside, but you wriggled in deeper!”

“Are you mad that I did?” Max asked. I felt him shifting his weight inside my gut and resting into me.

I considered the events of the night. I had really craved a day to just eat all I wanted, and Max gave all that to me and more. Even though I definitely didn’t expect him to force his way onto the menu, my belly felt much more satiated than it had been. “... I’m not mad at you… just want to make sure you know what you’re getting into… but I do have a confession.”

“What is it?” Max asked, shifting around and pressing his head up against the place where my hand was resting on my belly.

“I could go for some orange sherbert right now… I think your diet tactic failed.” My stomach added a large grumble and groan in agreement.

“Failed for you, maybe. But I’m cozy!” Max tried to stretch out a bit and I watched my stomach bulges shift in a funny manner, and felt my belly tighten and knead Max in response. “Plus, I think I figured out why you’ve been so hungry lately.”

“And what have you discovered?”

“That you should have eaten me ages ago! Once I’m digested into belly fat you’ll have more energy stored in your cells for longer, so you won’t be as hungry all the time! It’s simple science,” Max replied matter of factly.

“I’m not sure that science is sound, but as long as you’re happy, I’m fat and happy.”

“If you don’t think the science is sound, maybe you ought to repeat the experiment. Have a cheat day every once in a while,” Max replied, as he curled into a tight ball again and let my stomach relax and get to work over him. “I know I’ve been seeing that cute guy at the gym drooling over your gut, you know, the one who always wears that green hat? I’m sure he’d love to be a part of your next cheat day once you’ve had enough of your salads and diet again.”

I enjoyed the peace of feeling Max getting comfortable deep in my gut. I took deep breaths and felt my diaphragm move Max around slightly as my chest expanded and contracted. “Maybe I’ll ask him. But I’ll leave it up to him whether he wants to take it as far as you did tonight.” I rubbed my belly and stared, mesmerized at the lumpy spots on my belly indicating Max’s body relaxing against my stomach walls. I felt his heartbeat in polyrhythm against mine, with his breathing patterns tickling my stomach walls. I tasted the lasting flavors of his skin on my tongue, mixed with ice cream and other sustenance I had downed throughout the evening. Good thing we worked out first, to balance out this sharp intake in calories. So I suppose even if I had a cheat day from my diet, eating a whole human balances out to be healthy, right?