#half-size vore

[voraciouslypleased]

wh...when ur qpr has you for dinner and then stretches out like a big cat bc theyre contentedly full of you...

[supernormalblogname]

survive my slug blast.

[sinningtamer]

This one goes out to this mcytredacted confession, if you're out there, friend.

vore day countdown: 2/8

[ do not reblog to non-kink / fandom blogs ]

[comfyhome]

thinking about a pred and prey finally getting what they had both been yearning for from the start.

thinking about the pred, carefully curled around themself with two hands resting over their slightly distended middle, kneading the soft flesh of their belly and humming under their breath, swelling with the honourable pride that comes with being a home.

thinking about the prey, knees pressed to their chest and eyes shut, serene, all their worries untangling from their mind and being replaced with the quiet heartbeat and gurgling of their companion’s natural temple, impossibly content with their snug arrangement.

they had been so silly to think that the other wouldn’t be interested.

[lesbianoms]

Vore belly test animation in Blender~

[tiramsui]

Friendship in v.ore seems really underrated

Like cmonn, a prey gets all sleepy on the train back from a trip or something and the pred just swallows them down to have a better sleep

It just seems really sweet

[digestive-system69]

Hey hey guys

Kinda based off my last actual post talking about Ainsleis

Her in S.ebastians tummy

[philicheesecake]

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[princesaltines]

insert witty caption here ft my friend shoquevalue's blue haired bastard named casper

[boiled-ginger-ale]

Powdered Snow

tw vore (half sized, safe/soft)

Doc trudged through the deep snow of the taiga, scanning the fluffy white ground for any sign of yellow and black. He had received a distress signal from Xisuma minutes earlier, but the admin was either somewhere further along or so buried that he’d have to start digging. The creeper-taur stopped in front of a lake of powdered snow, guts twisting painfully as he spotted a trail of footsteps a ways to the right of the trap that disappeared notably right on the edge. Doc rushed over while his mind constructed images of the poor Bee taking a shaky step only for the ground to swallow him up. He couldn’t let X freeze. 

Clawed hands plunged into the thick snow, digging around until fingers brushed against something solid. He gripped it tightly and heaved it upwards, nearly falling into the powder himself. Yellow and black armor breached the surface with a heavy shudder. Doc’s heart ached with relief and despair. It wasn’t too late yet. It couldn’t be too late. 

As he brushed snow from the admin’s visor, his eyes caught his chest move with a miniscule breath before the body was wracked with violent shivers. Doc cursed quietly. 

This level of hypothermia could easily be fatal to a normal person, but for X… with his adopted bee traits of the season… it could mean permanent damage upon respawn. He had to act fast. Fire wouldn’t do much without somewhere to block the wind— a geothermic spring? Too rare & too biome specific. He didn’t have time to go looking. Where else would be warm enough and keep the elements away? There wasn’t— Oh. Doc hesitated. It was for the good of his friend, but… the intimacy of it would not be fun in the slightest. He sighed, bringing a hand to his respirator and tearing it away from his face. 

His insides squirmed uncomfortably, but he lifted the smaller figure regardless— steeling himself as he gently fit the admin’s helmet into his mouth. The metal felt odd against his tongue, but he forced himself to swallow, feeding more of the form down his throat with each firm gulp. He could feel as X shivered under his skin, the cold burning at his esophagus like swallowing a block of blue ice. Doc shivered too, but he was too far committed to stop now. The last of his friend vanished behind sharp teeth and settled deep in his core, leaving him feeling weighty and sluggish and unnaturally full. A soft sigh escaped his lips and he pulled his respirator back on, fastening the straps behind his ears as he took in a breath of filtered air. 

It would be a long walk back to spawn, but Doc knew better than to try and fly with his unconscious passenger inside. Pulling out his communicator to make sure he was going the right way, he began the trek of mostly solitude. 

It took the creeper-taur a while to grow used to the weight in his middle, and walking was hard for the first couple minutes, but eventually it fell into a rhythm and he was able to plod along with some form of efficiency. By the time the trees thinned out to a level that he could see the silhouettes of buildings in the distance, it appeared that Xisuma was finally coming to. There was a slight squirming as the admin seemed to be trying to gain his bearings, but it stopped as he seemingly pieced the story together and instead opted to try and communicate with his host instead.

“…Doc?” There was a hesitance in the bee’s voice as he called out, as though he was unsure if he had actually been found by a friend or if he had misinterpreted who the flesh confining him belonged to.

The larger let out a soft chuckle, and he felt the form within him relax with recognition.

“Only me, don’ worry, don’t worry.” Doc paused to rub a claw gently against where he could feel X resting. “I’m almost back at spawn, do you want me to let you out?” He felt shifting— probably his guest adjusting to a more comfortable position— and there was a gentle hum of consideration at the offer. 

“I think-” The admin was cut off by a violent shudder and Doc involuntarily clenched his stomach muscles at the feeling. He quickly relaxed in hopes of not squishing X too thoroughly as he fought out a reply.

“I think it might be better for my health if I stay here..” Doc winced at how weak his friend sounded. “Alright, ‘f you need anyth’ing, ‘m right here. We’ll get you some regen when we get home, ya?”

X seemed content with that answer, sinking into the flesh a little more as if he were trying to soak up as much of the warmth as he could. Given how he looked when the ‘taur found him, it wouldn’t be much of a surprise if he was. Something about that thought caused a burst of warm satisfaction to blossom in his chest. Even if he wasn’t particularly fond of how invasive it felt, a part of him enjoyed the knowledge that X was safe. More than that, nothing could hurt him withought going through Doc first, and almost no one was stupid enough to mess with a giant, intimidating, cyborg creeper with a long history of game breaking redstone and havoc wreaking inventions. X couldn’t realistically be safer.

That reality made the whole thing just tolerable enough. He wasn’t doing it for his comfort— although the feeling was slowly growing on him— he was doing his for his friend. Nothing else. And at least for now, X would be fine.

[your-fave-is-a-pred]

[snexy-the-snail]

Princely Duties

Triton hated Percy less than he thought he had. At first, he couldn’t stand the half blood, hating that the demigod was even staying with them. Father had told him nothing of this little mortality, and the most he knew of Percy was that he was a bastard, his father spent a ridiculous amount of time checking in on him, and that the boy had been the one of the prophecies.  Then there was more to the story. Percy had been on to survive hellish tasks that adult demigods had struggled with. He had suffered by himself with barely any training and was mocked for it when he had lapse of judgment. Moreover, his little brother had nightmares every night from surviving Tartarus, a place even his father still was afraid toward.  

So perhaps he didn’t hate his brother as much. He hadn’t known what the small thing had gone through. Hence his sympathy for his brother, and his...attitude change. It certainly helped tucking the small thing inside during his night terrors. It was impossible not to form some type of bond when someone was swaddled so deep inside one’s core.  So yes, he felt it necessary to keep an eye on Percy when Father forced them to attend a gathering. It was meant to slowly introduce his brother to the kingdom, so when they did a coronation, his place wouldn't be challenged. Percy seemed...out of place and overwhelmed. The boy didn’t have a Mer form and as such was towered over by everyone, himself included. Those from the south seas and the deep seemed to encircle around the teen, and he could see the wild look sparking in his brothers' eyes. It was a look that sparked a deep need to relieve his brother from the clutches of high society. Wordlessly he glides over towards the group easily brushing aside those surrounding his brother, then linking arms. The size difference makes his brother only look further smaller. Even if he wasn’t at his true height, it still was a marvel to see how small mortals were comparatively. 

“Pardon us, I need to speak with my brother.” He says tilting his head up, letting those around him know it was not to be challenged. A sense of satisfaction curling in his chest when they tilt their heads down in a sign of submission. “Of course my lord. We will have to speak later Percy.” one says flashing Percy a small smile, his brother attempting to return one, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. Fury building up in his chest at the sight. They knew what they were doing. These Atlanteans had been within the high circles for ages.  

“Prince. He is of the royal family, and you will address him as such.” Triton hisses out, baring his teeth...This was a slight he could not ignore, not even if it was against a ‘bastard’. He could feel Percy’s grip tightening on him, which only furthered his anger. The Atlantean cautiously flicking their tail. A subtle show of their unease, and a mild submission.  

“It’s fine, I mean I’m not really...” Percy trails off when Triton lets a growl.  

He says nothing as he tugs his brother to his side leading him outside the room. He could feel Percy squirming in his hold, forcing himself to loosen his grip as he led Percy further from the droning voices of the court. “You’re of royal blood.” He states firmly once they were far enough from prying eyes. “Father has recognized you, meaning you are to be respected.” He continues when Percy avoided his gaze.  

He sighs heavily, tilting the boys chin up to meet his gaze, his heart aching at the uncertainty within those familiar sea green eyes. Just like....  

The unfinished thought sent a fierce wave of grief through him. 

“I’m a demigod.”  Percy huffs, crossing arms and twisting his hand from Triton’s hold. The defiance made Triton roll his eyes, shifting his grip on the demigod to his shoulder. There was a wild look in the boy’s eyes, one that made him tense.  

“You are my brother, my little brother, no less. It is my duty to insure you are being respected and safe.” Triton hisses back, his eyes narrowed. Percy didn’t meet his gaze, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. He was defensive, like he always was when Triton tried to speak with him. It was nothing like when the boy was asleep... Then he supposed Percy wasn’t very...aware in such a state.  

His grip loosened from the demigod’s shoulder, dropping back to his side. He knew that at the beginning of their relationship he hadn’t exactly been welcoming. It was a fact that clawed at his chest every time Percy gave him a distrusting glance or tense when he entered a room. How his smile never quite reached his face, how his hands twitched for his pocket any time there was a slightly loud noise. He lets an exhausted breath out, his expression growing weary. After the silence washed over them for a few moments he chances reaching out, cupping his hand under his brother’s chin and having those sea green eyes meet his own.  

Percy’s gaze darted all over the place, even in this moment where nothing would dare harm the demigod the small thing was still looking for threats. His thumb brushes over his brother's cheek, taking in the small scars littering the tanned skin. “Let me help.” He murmurs finally. A small jolt from the boy indicating he hadn’t expected him to speak, nor for his words to have any type of positive intent.  

“And why should I trust you?” 

The words didn’t have the bite that Triton expected. It was a genuine question, one that seemed to be inviting him to argue why he should be trusted. His lips quirk upwards, pressing his forehead against Percy’s letting a hum. “You’ve been trusting me every night since your arrival. I’ve aided in your rest, keeping your nightmares at bay.”  

Percy jolts from the contact, his hand no doubt hovering over his pocket where that damn sword rested. His side aches at the memory of the metal meeting his flesh. Stubborn little thing this demigod was.  

“How.”  

Triton snorts at the demand, allowing Percy to pull from his grip, watching the boy’s face carefully. There was confusion, distrust, and a sense of unease. Yet he didn’t arm himself with his sword, in any case it was a win.  

“Your first night, the fish were quite distressed. I thought there was an assassination attempt, more so when you were swinging your sword around like a manic.” He scoffs, allowing Percy to process before continuing. “You’re a guppy, to simply put it, and any guppy with a night terror is easily soothed by kin swaddling them inside.” 

A flicker of recognition flashes across Percy's face. The boy’s mouth opening, then closing as if he thought it was better to say a snarky comment. There’s silence then Percy groaning and dragging a hand over his face. “Well... gross first off, second I thought it was only parents that uh...did the whole...eat you thing.” Percy says looking away, but still stealing small glances at Triton.  

“Not necessary. Any immortal is able to hold someone inside, but who would want a filthy little brat inside them?” He keeps his tone light, hiding a smile when Percy snorts at the jab. “You seem to be taking this rather well. I expected more stabbing.” he admits, glancing at the demigod's pocket. Percy’s hand twitching towards it with the glance.  

“Well, they finally showed me the orientation video, and I had a talk with Annabeth about it so...I mean it’s gross, and I don’t get it but...I mean, I sorta understand? I’d really rather you not, seriously. Don’t.” A small tremor goes through the boy, Triton resting a hand on his shoulder, surprised that Percy allowed it. This is more than what he expected, a snarky response from a stubborn demigod. 

He snorts, lightly tugging the boy to his side. Despite the slight threat, Percy subtly leaned into his touch. Even if it was deemed ‘gross’ any demigod would find it comforting, just as being in their godly parent’s domain would bring some sense of comfort. “It soothes your terrors brother, even if it’s ‘gross’ it’s meant to soothe your godly half.” he explains, keeping his tone soft. He adjusts his height a touch, truer to the form he was more comfortable taking. Father had insisted that they do so to comfort Percy while he visited.  

“Much like now... You appeared overwhelmed.” 

“Thanks to you I have Apollo’s stupid little jingle stuck inside my head.” Percy grumbles avoiding answering directly. His shoulders slumping in a sign of acceptance as he looks up at Triton. He wasn’t fighting the adjustment, which was a good sign so far. “Jingle?” he prompts, hoping to keep his brother distracted enough he could tuck the wayward little whirlpool away. He moved his hand to the small thing’s back, tracing circles on the tense muscle.  

“It’s something like, ‘Don’t be so glum, it’s so fun being in a tum.’ with a bunch of wooooaaahs.” Percy continues, not moving as Triton continued to shift his size. His hand moving from his back to the nape of his neck, cradling the back of his head.  “That sounds like him.” Triton muses, his webbed fingers moving through the thick curls, lightly scratching his scalp.  

He huffs in amusement at how stiff the demigod was, a wild look in Percy’s eyes as their gaze met. “Trust in my little brother. This is soothing to your nerves, just...close your eyes perhaps.” He murmurs, lifting his hand up, willing the currents to stabilize the boy as he settled along his forearm. He didn’t have the boy as small as he would like, but he assumed having Percy bite sized would not go over well. His other hand came to help steady the demigod. He would be at least two feet in mortal height, a bit of a squeeze but nothing he couldn’t handle. “That’s asking a lot. Being fish food.” Percy answers without hesitation, his eyes narrowing, a hand grasping at one of his hands for comfort. “Live bait even.” 

Triton can’t help but roll his eyes, his teeth rounding as he brought his brother closer. “Not food you ridiculous little guppy. It's meant to soothe and given you’re not more resistant the idea is appealing.” He argues back, a smirk dancing across his face when Percy’s cheeks flush, the demigod looking away from his gaze. “Relax, this is something I’ve had practice with...and despite our differences, I would never harm you.” He croons, his expression softening.  

“Sure sure. Just...Just do it before I change my mind. Because it’s going to be literally so gross.” Percy grumbles. Triton sighs heavily before complying, lifting the boy higher, positioning him so his feet were at his mouth. “Try not to squirm. I do not need to breathe, you do. I’d rather not have you suffocate.” He murmurs.  

He waits a second before opening his mouth, easing the boy’s limbs into his waiting maw. Percy was warmer than anything in the sea, the warmth seeping into his tongue as he carefully eased the small boy inside, waiting until he felt his brother’s feet hit the back of his throat before swallowing. There was a whine that drew from Percy, a soothing rumble coming from him in response to comfort the demigod. It was odd to know one of Poseidon’s mortal children took so much after the sea. He swallows again, shifting his hands to Percy’s waist as the muscle ripples over his brother’s limbs, drawing him further inside his core.  

Each swallow pulled Percy deeper and deeper, Triton’s hands moving with each motion to support his brother at every turn. A rolling pressure in his middle and the warmth spreading indicated that the process was going smoothly. Small hands rest on his face, a nervous chirp coming from his brother as he tilts his head back, feeling his gut expanding as more of the boy settled in his stomach. He let another purr out, swallowing thickly and drawing his brother more inside his mouth, a hand moving towards his middle to cradle the weight as he swallowed a few more times until his jaws were able to shut.  A relieved sigh rushing out as he felt the muscles of his throat pull Percy firmly down, until the full weight of the demigod settled inside his stomach.  

He hadn’t had it been so obvious he was concealing a guppy inside him for some time now. Triton found he couldn’t help but rest his hands over the lump, kneading inwards. It was...satisfying as it normally was, the extra weight causing a flare of protectiveness. There was more movement than he was used to as well, the boy slept fairly still but awake he felt every movement, every correction to try and right him. He chuckles softly, shifting his hands underneath his brother, supporting the demigod as he attempts to settle.  

“Struggling to get comfortable little brother?” He muses, laughing when Percy shoved out, his hands pressing out making an impression. “Shut it! You try moving around in something that’s constantly rippling.” the complaint comes back. Triton’s smile widens, his eyes crinkling with warmth. “I excel at it thank you.”  

“What? How!” 

“Father does have his own urges little brother, and you are not his only child.”  

There is a silence before Percy splays out suddenly. “What! Dad eats you too! I thought- you're serious? Like he’s actually- there's no way! You’re all like princely and high and mighty.” Percy says, the movement indicating he was shaking his head. “Father still believes me to be a guppy, and I am not strong enough to constrict that at the moment.” he muses, closing his eyes as he relishes the feeling of warmth settling in his gut.  

“Truly you’ve never experiences this?” He hums after a moment of comfortable silence. The movements slowed, indicating Percy had finally found a resting place within the muscle. He rests a hand along his brother’s back, continuing to rub in ways, tense muscle slowly falling lax. He would have assumed their Father would have at least once done so. “No... I mean, I don’t exactly see Dad all that much... Like with the restrictions and such.” 

Triton hums, drumming his fingers against his middle, his smile warming at the squirming from his brother as the boy felt the touch through the layers of flesh. “You may not see him, but Father is always watching, he worries greatly about you.” He had not understood at first, being annoyed Father had been pouring so much attention into a demigod whose life was so fleeting. “Greatly. I swear you are the first to make a God age involuntary.” He teases, resting his eyes and leaning against a pillar. 

“Sorry? I mean I’m literally just trying to survive.”  

“At times I fear it does not seem that way.” He points out, straighten up when he sees his mother gliding out from the room, her eyes falling to his squirming middle. Subconsciously he rests a hand more protectively over his brother, his eyes narrowing in warning. A look of surprise then understanding crosses her face, gesturing for him to re-enter the room. Ugh. He was about tired of interacting with Atlanteans who barely held respect for his little brother. Maybe this would shut them up, what more proof that he genuinely cared for his father's bastard than having him safely swaddled in his stomach? 

A smirk pulls at his lips as he nods, pausing just outside the entrance. “I am about to rejoin the gathering.” He blinks in surprise at the sudden bought of movement, chuckling softly. “Do not fret, this is more natural than you think.” He teases. “It’s weird! Don't lie to me!” Percy hisses out, rapid movement following his protest.  

“I would never little whirlpool.” He chuckles gliding back into the room. A sense of satisfaction curling in his chest at the glances to his middle. Good. A buzz that Percy was an accepted part of the royal family would start and chase out the dreadful rumors of the bastard worming his way into power.  

“Smile, you’re the center of attention.” He muses, laughing softly when he receives a kick, before going to take his place at the head table, more than pleased at the whispering.  

[chip-ism]

Prey so pathetic no pred wants to eat them. Prey who sob hysterically and curl up at the idea of their friend betraying them like that.

Prey is basically like a wet cat. Even the most bloodthirsty and cruel preds just can't bring themselves to make it worse for the pitiful creature. Nothing ever goes right for them, they're the most depressing thing on the planet. Nobody can bear to actually digest them because they already have so many problems.

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

I decided to put all the parts of the Farmer pred story together so it's easier to read. Enjoy~

Hm, something odd about that farmer boy who just moved to town. I swear it seems like his appearance changes sometimes. Like he's bigger, sharper, he's always... off.

I happened to see him from my window - certainly not spying or anything - he was fishing, and he'd just caught one of some kind, not something I would be able to identify. It was one of those times where he looked different, I can never place what it is exactly. With his other catches, he dropped them into a cooler, but this one he hesitated, eyeing his surroundings. I don't know what he was looking for, but no one else was outside - only I would witness what he did next.

With an urgent swiftness, he had that fish halfway past his lips, and mind you, this was no mere mackerel, but some other large aquatic inhabitant. I could only stare in shock, with some other unknowable emotions brewing in my chest, while I watched that fish disappear into the farmer.

Since then, I can't help but notice his odd glances towards my fellow villagers. He doesn't know I saw him that day, but I'm not sure there's reason to fear if he did. The farmer is strange but kind - I have hope that he won't harm anyone despite his growing agitation. His efforts in the town speak not of a monster.

Growing closer to the farmer wouldn't cloud my judgment - surely I began this friendship in order to investigate his oddness, but he reciprocated in turn. There's no harm in befriending this creature that the farmer is, often I find myself drinking into the night with him as company, surely there is nothing to fear from him.

Right?

________

Drunkenly, I push myself up from the bar, stupidly grinning as I watch my friend take his leave. Stumbling to take a look around, I'm surprised to see only one other patron left in the bar, he who's been standing in the corner all night. A tipsy blush paints his face as he looks up to the tender, who informs him it's late. My drunken mind manages to agree with this, and I head out the door into the chilled night.

The cold is sobering, and something in the night brings my instincts to attention. They’re reminding me of my hunger. My attempts to ease my appetite have been thwarted, no tuna nor slime seems to quell that ache anymore. No, it craves something more.

Stepping behind a tree, I watch the dark river pass and listen to the soft trickle of water... Until I hear a gradual sound of shuffling steps come following up the stone path. A sound I've grown familiar with. Peaking around the tree, I see the lone patron from the bar, stumbling towards his home- a sight I see practically every night.

My hunger always brings me here, watching the potential prey who would be oh so easy to snatch. So far, I've been resistant, but I feel it will soon be inevitable. Flexing my claws, my hunger begs me to stalk, to pounce from behind. It's all I can do but to keep myself back, only watching as he slowly disappears up the path.

One of these days, I'm not going to be able to stop myself…

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Hauling the cooler up over my shoulder, I start a slow jog headed off the beach. It's late, the cold night air telling of autumn. The cooler sloshes with It's contents- today's catch swimming around the meager water within.

Crossing the bridge and rounding the corner, my jog slows to a halt. There he is again, taking his sweet, drunken time with his night walk home. Lowering the cooler from my shoulder, a clawed hand comes to grasp my aching middle. It's been months now since I've had a taste, moving here from the city, that was the main motivator. Less prey to agitate my hunger. It seems I can't hold it off forever, though.

The cooler slips from my hand, falling to the dirt path with a thud. My prey is alerted to the sound, turning to see only the cooler lying in the road. My body moves on its own accord, sick of the hunger plaguing it. Before the cooler had reached the ground, I was slinking behind the bushes, hidden in their shadows. My prey, too drunk to realize the danger of his situation, continues towards his home while I stalk him from the brush.

It isn't until reaching the edge of his land that I make my move. Sneaking from the shadows, my visage now that of a monster's, I crawl towards him, closing the gap between us until…

The front door opens, light washing the landscape in its pale yellowness. At the first click of the door, I had already slunk back into the shadows, watching as my prey's relative scolds him for being so late. With the scene unfolding in front of me, my sense gradually return, and I sink back into the shadows to retrieve my forgotten cooler…

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I've been finding myself here, nearly every night since I followed him. Staring into the dark room, so close to the glass, I can feel it's chill. He's clueless, the drunk, sleeping away in his messy bed. I doubt he'd notice my shadow darkening the moonlight if I were to stand, and if I were to open his window, would he notice the wind flying into his room?

My cravings have only gotten worse, yet I've managed to keep myself contained thus far. I don't know how much longer I can hold out. Desperately, I've been trying to come up with an alternative- slime nor fish have helped, so I thought to try my hand at hunting a larger animal, but unfortunately my instincts are less interested in helping me catch such prey. No, they only hunger for that which lies sleeping inside the room, the creature I can't tear my eyes from: a human.

The only option I've turned up is to simply eat. But I dare not bring harm to anyone in my new home; not only would such a disappearance be devastatingly obvious, I care for my fellows who live here. I don't know if it's the hunger plaguing my mind, but the idea that I can 'just have a taste' and not actually hurt him seems to have wormed into my skull. Even if I eat him, then release him later, would that do anything to ease my cravings?

Unsure if I'm in control anymore, my claws reach towards the window…

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With ease, the latch lifts, and the breeze blows open the window, sending the autumnal air into the room. Testing my earlier questions, I stand to full height, my deformed shadow darkening the room like a storm. No change comes from the room's owner, his snores still quiet and steady. Squeezing in through the opening isn't easy, I doubt it would be simple even if I weren't in this monstrous form. Despite my desperate struggles to enter the room, my movements are near silent, hardly a disturbance as I pull myself from the narrow opening.

Staring down at the sleeping drunkard, looming over his bed, my hunger draws me nearer with every moment, mouth watering at the promise of flesh. I only stop once I'm hovering just above his face, so close his gentle breaths cause sway to my bangs. The scent of prey surrounds me, drool trails from my lip, and my tongue caresses a fang. My claws demanding action spring onto his shoulders, maw widening over his head as he's jolted from slumber.

He's left with no time to process as I clamp jaws around his neck, his head engulfed by flesh. Delight courses through me, urging me to continue my meal, telling me how foolish I was to think I'd get away with only a taste.

I've clambered onto the bed to sit over my prey, with height advantage I grasp hold of his arms to swallow more of him down, greedily consuming as much as I can at once. Hardly stopping to adjust, I hoist him from his covers, his boozy flavors hazing my mind. Swallowing around his middle, his light, rotund, pudge melting on my tongue, some part of me manages to acknowledge the curious lack of struggle from my prey, yet it is swept away by the need to devour.

Lifting him high as I can, I push more of him into my throat, gulping down his meatier parts and leaving the thinner part of his legs still outside. By now, he has begun to enter my stomach, simultaneously quelling and fueling my hunger as the weight of being prey-filled grows. The last few swallows are bliss as my mouth clears, prey traveling down my throat to my bulging center.

Left kneeling on the bed, stomach distended and warm, mind fuzzy from fullness, my attention focuses to the orb in my lap. Running a hand over it incites a few small movements from within, yet nothing like the struggles of fear ridden prey I've had before. Something about it greatly disappoints my predatory side. Still, I huff with pleasure, the growing ache that's been in my center for months finally at an end…

[lesbianoms]

I think I’m at my cutest when I’m just a soft, rumbling bulge sitting in your lower tummy, spilling over your thighs <3

[tiramsui]

Aw it’s her first time getting eaten!

(she’s fine lmao just very shocked)

Also my first time draw v0re so pls be nice lmaooo :3