#m/f v.ore

[fairyprey]

churned girl meat - day 2

Lana was traversing the mountains, seeking for shelter days after the Voradiation, as others were calling it, hit all life on Earth. A few of her friends had been turned into various sizes, however she only shrunk to be barely 5ft tall. Survival for her was more in her favor if she didn’t have the pleasure of running into a bumbling man or giant. It was unknown the effects it had on the men besides making them much more hungrier than usual.

As Lana’s feet crunched against the dying flowers tucked into the wilderness, she witnessed dispersed clothing on the ground, covered in holes and slime, the last sign of a girl’s existence now if she had the privilege of getting her clothes burped out. It was a further reminder of the new class of societies: Male predators and Female prey. Whatever was in that ship, it turned the world that Lana knew it upside down.

Ahead of her, the girl saw a cabin. There were no signs of life there and if there were, they might have been turned into pudge by now. Though it seemed like a bad idea, going there now was better than being out in the open with a chance of turning into a meal. Lana trekked across the flowers to the wooden cabin; there had been stairs leading up to the rickety door that had a metal handle to it. It was calling to her for her to open.

Her feet took her up the stairs and to the door that was beckoning to be opened. Lana’s hand brushed across the handle and opened it, gaining a small view of the cabin before dropping down into the basement, from a floorboard that gave into weight and swiveled around after.

It must have been a trap… And she was damn well mad at herself that she didn’t see it sooner.

Lana’s knees bruised when she fell into a tall, triangular cage that kept her within. The basement had looked like what a cabin living room would look like to the average person; a lit fireplace, a comfortable reclining chair, and other stuff she couldn’t see due to how dark it appeared to her. The chair swiveled around, revealing a 6’3” man with messy, golden blond hair, brown eyes, tan skin, and freckles across his nose. The look on his face said enough to her. He was up to no good and she was about to find out soon.

A small sounding chuckle erupted from his mouth as he got up, taking his sweet time to come up to her. Lana’s ears heard some sniffs coming from him as well; he must’ve smelled her scent from miles away due to the way he had been looking at her. You know how a crocodile looks at its prey before striking? This was him, except he was said crocodile and Lana was the prey meant to feed and fill his belly. “Well, well, well, now what tasty morsel do we have here?” The man said, his tongue snaking out of his mouth to lick his lips. “My name’s Stanford. I would ask for your name, but I think I’m just gonna call you mine, sweets.”

Stanford eyed Lana, his eyes roaming her tan body that had some curves to it. The shorts she’d been wearing were definitely riding up her. They showed the dips of dimples of cellulite that trailed from her thighs to her plump ass. In his predatory eyes, each of those held centers of flavor for him to lather in saliva and lick endlessly. In fact, he had to look away because he wanted to cherish his food. Stanford didn’t wanna spoil his dinner so soon.

As much as he wanted to gaze at her delicious form, he preferred that his mouth do the exploring. His fingers reached out and stroked the iron bars of the triangular cage that trapped the woman. The muscle in his mouth moved in desperation to finally taste his meal, water from the salivary glands rushing out and gulping down the excess. Stanford was thinking about the potential flavors that coaxed her being. Who knew how long she’d been out in the mountains. The sweat could’ve seasoned her with a salty taste, or the bath wash Lana used could’ve made her taste sickeningly sweet. The possibilities were endless.

Stanford’s fingers tugged the cage open, gaining access to Lana. And like a scared fawn to a hungry fox, she froze. Prior to any of the accidents, she surely would’ve been throwing hands to escape. But her and countless others body chemistry had permanently altered to an unrecoverable state.

Due to Lana’s frozen state, Stanford had free reign to do whatever he wanted to the woman so short, she only reached his shoulders. “Stand up, food.”

Lana did as asked by the man and stood up, her green eyes meeting his brown. In her frozen state, she took a good look at him once again and processed the fact that she wouldn’t be surviving this encounter. It would have eventually caught up to her sooner than later. I mean, how many men could resist such a delectable looking meal like her? And Stanford would make sure to put her bundles of calories to good use. Speaking of calories, his stomach let out a low growl. It was desperate to be filled after being without food for only 8 hours. The catch Stanford had yesterday couldn’t compare to Lana and his belly only confirmed his thoughts. A smirk tugged at his lips and he grabbed the back of her head, shoving it against the growling organ. GLLLRRRGGGGGGG

“You hear that dear? Listen closely…” The chamber let out another growl, the walls of the stomach shaking. It sensed the girl outside it and wanted to let Lana know how much it wanted her inside. It yelled a few more times and the growls vibrated against her soft face. “You’re gonna add to my belly quite nicely. All that meat of yours is gonna get churned, pumped through my intestines, and become fat for me to absorb onto my stomach. That’s your purpose, right dear?” Stanford taunted the poor girl.

Lana nodded, agreeing with the sentiments made by the handsome man that was her predator. He chuckled darkly and licked his lips, preparing to devour her and deliver to his gut. Stanford wrapped his rather large hands around her waist, easily lifting her up and holding her close to his face. Despite their not-so-drastic size difference, he wouldn’t let that stop him from tasting her before shoving her into his mouth. Stanford’s tongue slipped out of his saliva filled mouth and dragged itself over her warm cheeks were coated in freckles. The first flavor he was met with was like a nicely seasoned meat that had been topped with salt. Sounds of pleasure left his mouth at the delectable taste and he just had to have more. The tongue snaked across the rest of her face, gaining much more flavor to soak into his sensitive taste buds that felt like small bumps to her.

He pulled away and licked his lips one last time and gazed at her wet face. “I would love to taste you more, my delicious meat, but I prefer you being in me. Say goodbye to your life, toots. Not like it was worth much.”

Stanford chuckled and unhinged his jaws, shoving Lana’s head in his mouth. All she could do was helplessly blink and surrender to the devouring of her. His tongue moved underneath her face and once again, tasted and slobbered all over it. He was acting cruel to make the process worse for her and even greater for him. Her head was hefted up to the roof of his mouth and sucked on. All Stanford wanted to do was take all the flavor from her as he could before swallowing her. The tongue also licked the black ringlets of hair on her head that tasted like butter to him, another flavor that enhanced the savoriness Lana. He began moving his jaw, smacking her around in there with his mouth and drew her closer to the back of his throat. He sucked on her head one last time before swallowing it, depositing it into the tight throat that seeked to drag her down. Stanford hummed around her body as the gulp brought in her chest that quickly got attention from his tongue. The thick muscle prodded it perversely, taking pleasure of licking the areola around her nipples and flicking it with his tongue. With each lick, it had been like her taste became better. Stanford hoped that every future meal after this didn’t disappoint. His teeth came down and lightly grazed against her upper back, lightly chewing. Not enough to draw blood, but enough to leave a few white marks or bruising. He would lie if he said he didn’t derive pleasure from dehumanizing Lana like this. Treating her like food was something so pleasing to him and he almost didn’t want it to end, but hunger called. After teasing the chest once more, he swallowed it down, letting the throat constrict the rest of the upper body that joined Lana in his throat. She squirmed as if it were instinct and struggled in the fleshy tube. The squirming got worse now that Stanford was at her lower body. She felt his tongue lick at her ass and thighs, shoving the tip of it into the bunches of cellulite that were bursts of flavor to him. His mouth moaned in pleasure and he ignored his want to tease her pussy, instead just swallowing that part of her body down until it was just her feet in there. With the additional swallow, her head and chest had met their end: the stomach. Whilst Stanford was busy tasting and indulging in his feed of her, the stomach had greeted her with a loud grumble that loosened some of herself from the throat. In response to hearing his tummy, he swallowed the rest of Lana. Soon enough, her whole body joined the wet, growling chamber. It soon grew tight before… BRUUUUAPPPPPPPP

Stanford let out the gas out of his mouth before patting his tummy, rubbing over the stretched organ that laid his meal, “Oh, darling! You tasted absolutely delectable! Thanks for the free meal,” His hands traced the outlines she made, “Now if you don’t mind me, I’m gonna make you into fat. Enjoy your trip through my intestines. I surely will..” He let out a dark chuckle as the stomach roared. It was now beginning to prepare to digest the woman who was prisoner to it. The wrinkly walls waved against her skin, leaking acid from them. If it was burning, she didn’t feel it. She wasn’t sure why but maybe it was due to the radiation altering her DNA once more. It simply reminded her of her only purpose and ending now: food. Lana soon was being melted by the bubbly acid that gave off smokes of heat. The liquid was melting her meat straight off the bones, falling off like it held no weight to it before. It was doing its job to digest and tear every molecule from its holding to the other. The muscles, tendons, skin, bones, and all. She was only there to serve the man’s body and hunger. Lana was conscious during most of it until her head was being digested. She said goodbye to the world as she was made into a nutritious sludge. From the outside. Stanford was burping up a storm as his stomach rumbled once again. The once mass of meat in his stomach grew softer with each growl and gurgle emitted from it. He chuckled and patted his tummy, hearing the sloshing of the once beautiful girl turned into a mass of liquid.

Lana’s remains slipped into his small intestines, getting squeezed and absorbed by his body. As the hours passed by, his stomach grew in size with each pump of meat getting turned into fat for his tummy. With one last…

GURGGLEEEEE~

Lana was no more. Instead, just the additional skin to Stanford’s tummy and energy. He’d been pleased and laid down in his chair, falling asleep and rubbing his squishy gut.

[dvorrak]

Secretary Fat, page 3 of 4

[cowardlyvoreo]

HELLOOOO HAPPY 9th ANNIVERSARY TO F,NAF, AND HAPPY VORE DAY :3

I was prepared for both this year finally. So if you wanna see FNA,F, X ,DC, and some other stuff you can go to @cowardlyoreo my main account lmao

well now for vore.

Scarecrow,!!!! have not seen bro in forever.

I love u Scarecrow,

Take some art of Marina and Allison (Marina is the big mer-eel and Allison is the human.)

Well. I do have a bunch of FN,AF stuff already but I wanna draw more so. Sorry gang. No internal or more vore.

See ya

(fnaf, Ba,tman)

Oh. And don't forget to give the Mi'mic, all the love in the world :3

the best FN,AF character ever.

[acridoblivionwater]

an art trade for a friend on twitter! i am so proud of how this turned out

[call-me-picky]

hello, tumblr 🤯

hello, vore community.. on tumblr 😦🤯 !

it’s good to be here for the first time!

no way—

anyways!!

my name is picky! i am an artist, writer, roleplayer, and more! but im likely only going to be posting roleplay details and possibly advertisements? maybe some shitty random posts here and there 💔 when im comfortable i may put up some writing snippets though!

what kind of vore to expect from me:

dilfs… 🤩

male preds, female preys, but RARELY m/m maybe. rarely. dont count on it though 😭 i do have some mprey characters! but i really heavily prefer m/f with human preds. especially fatass ones 🤩🤩 my goodness the more man the merrier am i right or am i right god bless(i am not religious i just think that’s funny to say)

absolutely NO fatal or digestion(unless it’s actual food being digested) like i just.. c y a n o t . so you will not find a lick of sentient things being digested here. not a lick. 😎 if that’s not your thing then you should probably just keep scrolling sorry 😭

other humanoid species like giants, werecreatures(i only do vore with them half-transformed), nagas, demons?, half-slime people, idk stuff like that. never full anthro or animals. also im not the biggest micro/macro person but i like a little bit every now and then.

probably gas fetish content and other belly fetish related content as well!

that’s all im gonna say for now! i just wanted to make a simple intro post! ill likely go more into my prefs and rp details another time. :]

have a good rest of your day/night!

[dwightspreywife]

So like, I’m thinking about making a pred/observer couple but I’m out of ideas-

[benjaminthewolf]

Star's Special Surprise

HAPPY BIRTHDAY STARLIGHT LAPIS!

@starlightgirl242

This story also features a lot of my OCs from a universe I haven't really written about here. if you guys are interested though, maybe that can change!

Also this made me realize just how few female preds I've written, so, female pred enjoyers come get your juice!

****

     “Ok, let’s look over the list one more time…” Chester the phoenix-winged brown squirrel softly murmured to himself whilst glancing down onto a piece of three-ringed notebook paper in his left front paw; a pencil at the ready in his right. In terms of size, Chester was about as large as an average Saint Bernard dog, and though he was a brown squirrel, his fur was far more golden-tan than brown. He was currently flapping his flaming orange-red wings a few inches off of the white carpeted ground, as he examined the scene before him quite thoroughly, in order to be absolutely certain that everything was ready for the surprise party.

     “Alright, all the birthday presents, check!” he noted to himself at a far more audible volume whilst drawing a big check mark at the end of the line with “presents” written on it. As he was doing so, Tweeteleet the robin gently sat her own birthday present on top of the ever-growing  pile lying down on top of the living room couch, as well as the ottoman right in front of the couch, and the carpeted floor around those same two pieces of furniture. All of the presents in question were enveloped in wrapping paper of many different shades of blue. Chester had ensured this was the case.

     “Ok then, decorations. Party streamers, balloons, ‘Happy Birthday’ signs, HEY, CUDDLES! BE CAREFUL! THIS IS THE LIVING ROOM, NOT THE KITCHEN! IF YOU KNOCK ANY FOOD OR DRINK OVER, IT’S HIGHLY PRONE TO STAINING THE WHITE CARPET!” Chester anxiously called out upon realization.

     “OH, SORRY!” Cuddles the purple pterodactyl (a light lavender quetzalcoatlus, to be exact, though one which was only slightly bigger than Chester), immediately apologized, flapping his body backwards a few times, and out of the way of the table.

     Cuddles had been tasked with hanging the blue streamers from the ceiling, and since he had recently finished up with this task, had now been attempting to elegantly twirl one of the extras around his body like a ribbon dancer, something which he promptly continued his endeavors of once he was decidedly away from all the birthday food and drink. Chester gave a relieved sigh almost immediately.

     “So…remind me why we’re using the living room to throw this surprise party, and not the kitchen right upstairs?” Randy, a brown raccoon who was just about as large as Chester, proceeded to ask the phoenix-winged squirrel, as he cautiously arranged all the plates and utensils upon the blue-tablecloth covered wooden table.

     “Well, the living room has a far more friendly and informal atmosphere than the kitchen, and we need to make sure that Star feels as welcome as possible in our great oak tree treehouse, which is why I decided to have the party down here. That, of course, along with the fact that this is the first floor, and the surprise in the surprise party won’t exactly work if Star has to walk up the stairs, or take the elevator, in order to get to where we are.”

     Randy, upon hearing Chester’s explanation, merely shrugged his shoulders whilst casually nodding his head. “...yeah, yeah, I can see that.” he eventually mumbled to himself. “It’s just that I wasn’t really sure you would want to take that risk, since, well again, ya know, carpet.”

     “Oh, don’t you worry about that in the slightest!” a new voice perked up all of a sudden. Upon turning their heads towards the source of the sound, both Chester and Randy were able to confirm that the voice was indeed that of Charles’, a great golden eagle who stood far taller than either of the two quadrupeds before him, walking out of one of the treehouse’s two elevators. Charles was known for his skills with inventing useful gadgets and gizmos, and wore engineering goggles with yellow rims, green glass, and a black strap. Standing to the right of him was his inventing partner David, a peregrine falcon with similar inventors’ goggles as Charles, though his rims were gray instead of yellow. On Charles’ right was one of Chester’s three kids, and the two raptor inventors’ apprentice, Einstein. He, too, wore inventor's goggles, and his rims were bronze. The three of them had come up from the considerably giant inventors’ basement down below, and were now ready at last to join the party.

     “If anything from that table at all even ATTEMPTS to drop to the floor,” Charles went on to elaborate, “Our Floor-Protecting Invisible Forcefield Wrapped Up In A Tiny Ball-Like Object will take care of it just like that!”

     For a moment, neither Randy nor Chester spoke a word.

     “...the name’s still a work in progress.”

     “Its function is pretty simple though, it prevents things from falling onto the floor, whether food, drink, or a glass cup!” David continued on explaining as Chester took a brief second to quickly check off “Decorations” from his paper.

    “Yeah, it was really cool testing it! It basically just works by-” Einstein attempted to continue before Charles swiftly raised up a feather to get him to stop.

     “Your dad’s really busy right now, Einstein! It’d probably be better if you waited to give the full, in-depth, detail-heavy explanation once everyone’s settled down at the table. Plus, that way, you can ensure you have everyone’s attention and can speak to everyone at once, so it's more practical to do it then, as well!”

     “Oh, I see!” Einstein replied in understanding. “Yeah, you’re right! I’ll do it then!”

     Nodding with a warm smile down towards his apprentice, Charles glanced up and over towards Chester, before opening up his break to ask a question. “So, is the cake going to be ready soon? I see you’ve got all the drinks ready…blue raspberry…lemon lime…cola…yep that’s all of them, but this whole surprise party scene just won’t be complete until there’s cake!”

     And that was when a ding sound emulated from the other elevator to the right.

     “Alright, everyone! Make way!” a voice jovially called out from said elevator. “We’ve got one humongous party happening tonight, and that will naturally require a cake of equal size!” 

     Peeking her head out from the door, Sara, Chester’s wife who was also a phoenix-winged light-tan-brown squirrel, enthusiastically gave the room a joyous, sparkling grin.

     “...and so, per Spiritfang’s personal special request, everyone participating in all the festivities tonight can have two slices each! With this MONSTROUS, light-blue-frosting-coated, gummy-star-candy-topped, chocolate-and-vanilla-layered THIRTY FIVE SLICES BIG TWO LAYERED CAKE!” and with that, Sara gleefully rolled a silver cart out of the elevator, that which was carrying the whole of the cake upon a plate resting right on its shiny, metal surface. To her left and right respectively were Chester and Sara’s two other kids, Aura and Lucky. Aura had lost her left eye in battle and bore a great scar over the region. Lucky, meanwhile, was known for his eyes being clover green. Both of them had been helping Sara in the kitchen for the past few days, working tirelessly and meticulously to complete the giant desert in time for the party. 

     Immediately checking “Food and drink” off his paper at last, Chester, just as everyone else in the room, proceeded to make his way as far back into the wall, and to the side of the cake’s path, as was physically possible, whilst Sara, Aura and Lucky by her sides, wheeled the thing up to the table.

     “Okay! Now, I suppose we are all very lucky that the inventors in our house worked on this cart! Or else, this moment could have ended in tragedy!” Sara exclaimed in significant gratitude as she promptly pressed a button underneath the cart, where it couldn’t be accidentally activated, prompting the machinery to boot up as such.

     Charles, David, and Einstein all began to beam to the rest of the group with great pride as the cart’s thin, flat, top metal portion very cautiously rose up, extended outwards as to move the cake towards the middle, lowered itself down onto the table, and gently slid itself outwards from underneath the plate which held the astonishing cake. Now, it was safe from gravity’s clutch.

     Chester gave an extremely satisfied nod now that everything was prepped for the party.

     “Alright, then. Tweeteleet, you call down Tony, Daisy, and Jake, and I’ll get Madison and Selma.We all have to be in position for the surprise.”

     “Hey, wait just a minute, aren’t ya forgetting about one other person?” someone abruptly entered the conversation without warning.

     Everyone promptly turned to face the new arrival, whose voice was radiating out from somewhere above the party table.

     Chester then nodded respectfully in comprehension and understanding moments later.

     “Ah, Spiritfang, yes. I see you’ve chosen your smaller wolf form for this occasion.”

     “Well of course! That’s the form Star recognizes me in!” the pure white wolf swiftly responded whilst flapping their light blue feathery wings over the cake. Spiritfang possessed a trans pride flag bandanna around their neck, with a symbol consisting of multiple black and white circles in its center. There was also a light pink halo floating a little ways above their head. “Anyway, you guys did a great job setting up! Star should be coming over soon, so this is really good timing!”

     “That’s wonderful! Is there anything else we should know, then?” Chester proceeded to ask.

     “Yes, actually! See, I don’t wanna mess up that glorious masterpiece of a cake that Sara, Aura, and Lucky just completed as much as any of you do, but I got this great idea of shrinking myself down even further, and hiding inside the cake as another surprise for Star when she comes! Like, I’ll use my magic to become intangible, so I don’t mess the cake up at all, and I’ll also make it so I can see outside the cake, so I know which slice Star’s gonna pick up, and then when she’s about to dig in, I’ll pop out of the slice she chose, and surprise her just like that! Does that sound good to everyone?”

     For a couple of seconds after the wolf had finished explaining their idea to everyone, the room was utterly speechless, as everyone went on to attempt to get at somewhat of a firm grasp on all of their words.

     Wanting to break this rather awkward silence as soon as possible, in the end, it was Sara who eventually spoke again first.

     “As long as you’re not actually touching the cake that sounds fine!” she calmly told the wolf flapping above “What do you think, kids?”

     “Well yeah, as long as the cake isn’t getting dirtied, I don’t see a reason why not!” Lucky approved as well with a rather indifferent shrug.

     “...yes, just as long as you’re not violating our work, it should be just fine.” Aura agreed just as well.

     “Aaaaaaallllllllright then!” Spiritfang enthusiastically replied with a cheeky grin of undistilled glee. “In that case...”

     And then, just like that, without any forewarning at all, a shimmering aura of light immediately formed itself around the magical wolf. The next thing the treehouse residents knew, Spiritfang had disappeared into the cake.

     “......................ummmmmmm…” Chester attempted to speak, a little over a minute afterwards. “...umm…right, I’ll go get Madison and Selma, then. Tweeteleet?”

     The robin gave a soft, affirming nod. “Yes, I shall go get my kids.”

****

          Chester was indeed quite used to being in this position, and knew how to act according to its nuances as a result. Situational familiarity, as well as adaptation on the fly, were two skills he had developed rather well over the course of the war, after all.

     Without the tapetum ability (that is, the ability to see in the dark), Chester was currently relying mainly on his sense of smell, with backup from his sense of hearing. Timing was impeccable when it came to throwing a successful surprise party, and with how important Star was to Spiritfang, Chester was determined to not let either person down.

     Thus, at Chester’s lead, the treehouse residents waited. Still and silent. Attention directed firmly towards the door. Said door had been left unlocked for the occasion, so that Star could get in on her own. This, she had been informed of by Spiritfang. Plus, as the treehouse lay standing firm and tall in the midst of a flat, open prairie, it was hardly a challenge to locate, especially when the prairie was the very first location a person would behold upon entering the world of Arkanaus. 

     Chester, as well as everyone else in the room, knew implicitly that Star could be wrapping her fingers around the cylindrical door knob at every single second that went by around them. Due to this, they also knew that absolutely none of them could afford to lose attention for even a second.

     That, then, was precisely why the moment the internal mechanics of the knob’s tumblr began to echo their cranking and grinding across the walls, a palpable air of immediate tension began to smother the occupants of the room. When the door was at last pushed open rather gently, Chester knew for a fact that Star was here.

     Naturally, for the first few seconds, Star bore a rather nervous face and posture, due to being greeted by silence and darkness.

     “...umm…h-hello?” she softly asked the blackened room, as she cautiously took some steps inside. “...is anyone here?”

     And then, Charles flipped up the lightswitch.

     “SURPRISE!”  the family of residents of the treehouse called out unto Star in as unison of a cry as they could manage. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, STARLIGHT LAPIS!”

     Practically picoseconds after the revelation shot up to her brain, Star immediately lit up with bliss. Her eyes began to sparkle with elation as her body overflowed with pure joy. Swiftly directing her arms inwards towards her chest, her folded hands right over her heart, Star could only form a smile of exhilaration on her face, as her tear ducts at last flooded over.

     “...you all… did this? All of this hard work? Just for me?” she soon after sniffled from shuddering glee, whilst gazing fixedly around the living room, and all of the party adornments therein.

     “None of us would have it any other way!” Madison, an orange tabby cat with a white underbelly and emerald green eyes, stepped further out from her prior hiding place behind the couch.

     “Especially for someone so dear to Spiritfang!” Selma, a siamese cat with blue eyes and a missing front left leg added in.

     It was only at that point after the surprise, within the one singular second after her dearest furry friend had been mentioned, that Star was, though only subconsciously due to her conscience being rather momentarily preoccupied, able to recognize that Spiritfang was not currently present within the room. She would have immediately spoken up and asked about this, however with a conscience still firmly engrossed in processing her emotions of euphoria, this was not exactly possible at the moment. 

     Eventually, Star would be led by her hosts over towards the table holding her cake. As her mind was significantly more functional by now, she had ultimately decided not to ask about Spiritfang, since doing so just seemed to be a little rude.

     Nonetheless, with or without her wolf friend present, Star was still more than ready to engage in her yearly birthday festivities. The first of which, this year, would be the consumption of the cake. That which was always prefaced, of course, with the blowing out of the birthday candles. Star had become exceptionally more twinkly-eyed upon coming even closer to, and getting a far more thorough examination of the giant desert, though she did understand that such a humongous cake was, indeed, necessary, considering how many residents the treehouse possessed. 

     Star sat down on the chair located on the table’s southern, smaller side. As Star was doing this, Lucky actually became tempted to make a joke about the chair being the “Archie Bunker chair”, but ultimately decided to hold his tongue, because nobody aside from his fellow treehouse residents would understand that joke. 

     Meanwhile, however, Tweeteleet and Sara had both brought out one of the two number two candles, so they may be placed upon the top layer of cake for Star to blow out once they were lit. Aura then came trodding right behind them, holding a lighter in her mouth to do just this. With Sara on the left and Tweeteleet on the right, the two mothers placed down the two candles in sync, before swiftly stepping out of the way to allow Aura to come through with the lighter. Two quite expeditious flashes of fire later, and the candles were ready to blow.

     Star then promptly went on to bow her head both calmly and silently, whilst closing her eyes and humbly smiling. The treehouse residents could only guess what it was she was wishing for. At last, Star rose her way back up and out of her chair, speedily took in a breath, and finally, blew out both flames.

     Now, as the cheering echoed forth in both her ears, Star was only one knife and one cake shovel away from the second surprise. Spiritfang knew, then, that he had to be very attentive in order to figure out which slice Star would choose, in order for his plan to work out.

     Watching Star quite intently as she was handed these utensils by Cuddles, Spiritfang was able to recognize, as soon as Star began to stand up from her wooden chair, that she was going to pick a slice on the top. As a result, Spiritfang moved his intangible body up and into that very layer, and waited to see where she would cut. Once the blue woman had cautiously made two cuts near the region which was, from her perspective, at the seven o’ clock position on the cake, Spiritfang rushed to make it to the slice before it was lifted up and placed onto Star’s plate. Proceeding to close his eyes in order to give a brief nod of satisfaction to himself, the tiny white wolf could soon sense the slice moving forwards. Thus, Spiritfang began to rise up to the slice’s top, in order to burst out of it once it had stopped. The moment he could feel that the slice had finally come to a halt, then, he immediately blasted upwards with a single,  powerful flap of his light blue, feathery wings. Out of the cake part of the cake he therefore rose, forming a gleaming, excited smile on his face, turning his body fully tangible again, and lastly, emphatically howling out:

   “SURPRISE!” 

     “..............huh?”

     Rather unfortunately for the shrunken wolf, however, and naturally to their utter bewilderment, followed promptly by unfiltered shock, the second they re-opened their eyes was the second they realized why no one had responded to their cry.

     “WOAH!”

     As it had turned out, though poor Spiritfang upon its receiving end now had absolutely no way of figuring this out, (due to being locked up within their own body from the instantaneous mental jolt), when Star had picked up her slice of cake, she was not planning, exactly, on placing it down onto her plate before soon after taking a bite. No, she was planning on taking one giant bite first, and then setting the rest down on her plate. And Spiritfang was not even given a moment to zap out of his state of paralysis, before her jaws came crashing down together, in an echoing, deep-pitched, great clang.

      Luckily, Spiritfang was located deep enough into the maw, (just about in the middle of the light purple, squishy, smooth tongue), to where he hadn’t gotten injured from the initial gnashing of the two rows of teeth. With Star’s tongue now swishing around the mushy contents of the treat throughout her maw, (up, down, around, and from cheek to cheek), Spiritfang was fortunately bound to stay that way, as his brain only continued to bind him further and further down into his instinctive state of freezing up, with each movement around the tongue took.

     We have now reached the point in the story where, in order to properly address the actions which took place in the following moment in great depth, we shall need to examine it in slow motion. This will be necessary only for the next few paragraphs, but please do keep this in mind as we continue.

     With Spiritfang trapped within his instincts, it became hardly a struggle at all for him to move around with the cake mush via the tongue. Currently getting maneuvered into Star’s dark purple left cheek, Spiritfang was able to witness the fleshy pocket expanding just slightly in order to fit all of the contents inside. Being located at the back of the mush blob, Spiritfang’s subconscious was able to somewhat comprehend the feeling of the slick, stretchy muscle brushing up against his back for a moment. Also due to the fact that he was at the very back of the glob, Spiritfang remained unaffected by the shiny white molars in front of him, as they rose up and slammed down twice in a row, before the tongue weaved in between the now raised up teeth within, and promptly scooped up the clump along with poor Spiritfang. 

     Now, feeling ready to gulp the clump down, Star raised her light purple tongue up, and towards her dark purple, hard palate above. Spiritfang was nearly scraped against the rough ridges at the roof due to this. Moments after, Star tilted her head a ways back, and motioned the food to slide downwards with the slickness of her tongue, on towards her wide open pharynx region, as such.

     Spiritfang’s head gently bumped against the plump form of the dark purple uvula as he slid down along with the rest of the food. Had he been able to comprehend what he saw next, he would have noted the similarly dark purple epiglottis flipping over to cover up the larynx. Spiritfang, along with the bolus of food, was then squelched through the upper esophageal sphincter of the same color, and into the esophagus as such. Now, we shall return to normal time.

     A small bulge formed itself in Star’s throat as she immediately swallowed once again for good measure. A bulge which was visible to Chester outside of the situation, as everything began to come together, in an exceedingly rapid, panic jolting matter, no less, in his brain. Swiftly glancing up and then back down again, in order to survey the faces of his fellow treehouse residents, it at last became solidified in his mind, that whilst everyone had put two and two together by this point, nobody was quite ready to say it.

     Back on the inside of the esophagus, Spiritfang was still completely unresponsive to everything surrounding them entirely. The constant, squeezing motions of peristalsis shoved both them and the cake mush around them further down and further towards the stomach below. 

     Having made it past Star’s collarbone by now, the heartbeat deep inside of her chest began to vigorously thump against the esophageal walls and echo about, booming firmly within their canine ears. Until, all of a sudden, just a little bit of color and focus began to return to their eyes.

     This would be a very slow process, of course, but since there was now no more threat of immediate harm, Spiritfang’s instincts were no longer forced to ramp up their body into overdrive of its survival mode, and as a result, gradually allowed the wolf to regain the capability to comprehend with their eyes the world around them. And just in the nick of time, too.

     Spotting the ring of muscle that was the lower esophageal sphincter just below them, Spiritfang thus became implicitly prepared for the drop, breathing in and out relatively normally with just about as little panic as they could muster. Spiritfang could soon feel their legs and tail slipping down and all the way through the natural valve, due to this. Their torso and chest would soon follow afterwards. Finally, then, their head was squeezed down through the dark purple colored bodily sphincter just as well, and Spiritfang began to tumble on throughout the air. 

     Plunging deep down into the harmless, sloshing pool of sparkly, light blue, watery liquids lying below, Spiritfang had by now regained back enough control over their brain to be able to resurface moments after. Proceeding to doggy paddle their way over to the nearest wall and lie upon it so he wouldn’t keep having to on treadding, Spiritfang went on to allow their brain to finish up its rebooting, whilst they let out a considerably hefty, breathy sigh. He knew he’d been swallowed by Star. He knew she had eaten the cake slice he was in before he could burst out and give her another surprise. He knew that attempting to explain to Star what had happened, whether it be by himself, or one of the treehouse residents, was going to be extremely awkward. This much he had all figured out at this point.

     What he didn’t know, however, was when, precisely, someone was going to attempt to do that exact last thing he had listed off. Not, exactly, wanting to be the one to do it, Spiritfang instead lifted up a pointy ear, and gently smooshed it into the lavender wall churning constantly, yet gently, before him. Aside from the natural gurgling and grumbling that was always to be present within a gut, Spiritfang could also detect the sounds coming from the outside of the gut, although at a far more muffled quality. For now, all that was merely utensil clanging, as Star picked up her fork and knife, ready to cut herself a smaller piece of her cake slice. That was, until she glanced up, and saw at last, the collective of silent, shocked faces gazing onto her with nervousness and worry.

     Star’s face almost instantly dropped to the floor to match theirs.

     “W-wha-what’s going on?” she softly asked the group in rising anxiety.

     Now, it was time for the treehouse residents to non-verbally decide amongst themselves who would be the one to speak up and tell Star. The resulting scene of awkward eye and body movements would go on for a painful thirty seconds. Everyone knew that someone had to speak up eventually. Yet no one who sat at that table was prepared to be that one in the slightest.

     This was, until at last, Daisy ultimately volunteered for the task, to the rest of the treehouse residents’ utter relief. Gradually turning her head over towards the still unmoving Star with an extremely sympathetic look in her eyes, Daisy let out a soft sigh until she finally opened her beak.

     “So, umm…Star…so, Spiritfang actually had a plan to give you another surprise, involving the cake. Umm…he told us earlier today that he was going to turn intangible and hide in the cake, before moving to the slice you were going to pick, and then, bursting out of the slice right before you. But…because you started eating the cake so fast…umm, we’re all pretty sure that you………” and thus, Daisy’s voice trailed off. The room was utterly silent once more after this.

     “Yup, that’s exactly what happened!” Spiritfang finally spoke up from below a while later. “I’m perfectly fine, though! No injuries on me, so, no need to worry about my safety!”

     Once again, nobody inside the room felt like saying a single word at all. All of the treehouse residents were expecting Star to positively burst into panic over her friend at any moment. That was precisely why it came as such a great shock, when instead, Star reacted with a:

     “Oh, phew! I thought someone was actually in grave danger for a second, or something! You guys were looking at me like I just gulped down a bunch of poison! Or like someone was dying, or something!”

     None of the treehouse residents gave a peep as Star moved her gaze down towards her midsection.

     “Hey, Spiritfang! I’m sorry I messed up your plans for a second surprise! Even if it was by accident. Are you feeling comfortable down there, or do you want me to bring you back up?”

     Spiritfang, positively ensconced and surrounded by Star’s slick, squishy stomach walls as they sloshed  all about the harmless liquids lying within, went on to give themself a warm smile, as they already knew what their response was going to be to Star’s question. Enveloped by the natural heat deep inside the goopy, soft gut, and lulled to a state of calm alleviation by the melody of gurgles therein, paired a silent nod with said smile, before finally speaking up to his friend.

     “You know what, Star? I think I might just stay here until it's time to open the presents! You know I’m a crippling introvert, after all!” they chuckled out lightheartedly to their friend. “You can even go ahead and eat more cake, I’m not going to be bothered!”

     Star gave a rather understanding giggle back to her friend upon this reply. “Oh, certainly! Parties can be very draining for introverts! I understand!”

     Giving a few gentle pats over her middle, as a momentary goodbye to Spiritfang, Star at last raised her head back up, and once again faced the treehouse residents. Of course, they were all still quiet for the moment, but there was clearly a far less tense air to their faces and bodies. This would be something which was very soon exemplified, by the warm and exuberant reaction of Cuddles, as he promptly rose up from his seat and into the air. 

     “Well, alright, then!” he enthusiastically spoke out to the rest of the group. “You all heard what the little wolfie said! He’s perfectly fine and very comfortable!”

     To Cuddles laying this out right before them, the rest of the treehouse residents' gazes and demeanors naturally began to soften even further. Now that they had been verbally assured one more time of Spiritfang’s comfortability and safety, they all began to calm down all at once quite significantly. 

     “So you know what I say?” the pterodactyl went on with a tone of rising exhilaration, whilst picking up a fork and a knife. “LET’S EAT!”

****

     And so, the party continued without issue. Cuddles helped dish out everyone’s slices, before the group settled down to dig in. Einstein, just as promised, got to explain the inventors’ anti-floor-stain-and-dish-breakage device to the rest of the table, with rather enthusiastic passion to boot. Star was told many great stories about Arkanaus from a few of the residents living in its land. In particular, Chester drove on for quite a while about the tales of his experience in the war. 

     Yet perhaps most importantly of all, Star and Spiritfang were able to cuddle against themselves all throughout it; Spiritfang locked within the comfort of her guts, as the lavender colored pillowy walls comforted deeply the introvert wolf, and Star conversing in bright-eyed, astonishing wonder with all of her new animal friends. She had hardly known anything about Arkanaus or any of its residents at all before this very same night in the treehouse. And yet, right here and now, as the treehouse residents enjoyed Star's birthday cake right alongside her, Star was positively captivated with exhilaration to learn just about as much as she could.

[fairyprey]

Radiating Desires - Prologue

It had only been a month ago when all humans were the same size, co-existing among each other and living a normal life. The 9-5 job cycle had been ingrained in their brains that there had never been a thought of what if it all ended? And end to the same cycle, same routine, the same elements of human life that existed for centuries. That was until the crash.

July 28th, 2030 was when it all happened. A UFO from a distant galaxy crashed near Groom Lake in Nevada. The craft had been unlike the size of any that came before it; it’d been comparable to the size of New York City. Almost like an asteroid, the impact had been heard all across the globe and with the hit, a wave of radiation burst from it. At first, no effects had been felt. Only once the sweating, fevers, and body aches set in, it’d only been downhill from there; well, subjectable based on how you were affected. Nothing had been noticed until the men stayed the same size while the women of this world became various sizes; ranging to 5’0’ft tall to a mere 3 inches of height. The men had experienced a change in how their hunger was expressed and felt. The mere smell of a woman sent them into a frenzy of desire to consume and digest. And they wouldn’t dare quit until the deed was done.

Whether you’re at the mercy of them or not, good luck. These creatures won’t rest until their bellies are turning girls into bunches of fat.

[dvorrak]

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[dvorrak]

This has been kicking around in my head since I first read it. It's just so good.

owner of several bunnyboys/girls and one puppyboy/girl. they’re all very well trained, so the owner gives them some stern directions and trusts that they’ll behave while the owner is off on a short trip.

when the owner comes back, none of the bunnies are to be found, and the puppy has gotten significantly pudgier, with a dumb, happy grin on their face…

[cowardlyvoreo]

I think they would be friends

idk why

alright see ya I am about to pass out

[acridoblivionwater]

cheer captain okazaki jun caught digesting a teammate in the locker room...

[fla-vored]

Hope the layout works

Anyway here's fantasy zach eating fantasy anna

[benjaminthewolf]

Sweet, Tainted Love (Vore Story) (Carol Pred, Whitty Prey)

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!

Yet another story requested by @starlightgirl242, featuring the OG canon couple, Carol and Whitty!

****

“Alright, buddy, arms to the sky!” BF spunkilly called out to the currently rather anxious bomb-man known far and wide as Whitty whom he was currently aiding in preparation for his date. The two were standing in front of the mirror in BF’s bathroom, attempting to preen the bomb up, and to the seemingly excessive preparations that BF was currently putting him through, Whitty was beginning to feel just a little bit uncomfortable.

“Is this…*cough*...really necessary…?” Whitty stammered back in uneasy protest as BF generously sprayed the contents of a chocolate-scented cologne bottle all across the man’s body and fancy date suit. (Only able to do so since he was standing on a stool).

“Take it from an expert, Whitty!” BF promptly responded with pride. “When it comes to a date, EVERY little aspect of the atmosphere matters, and that includes your smell!”

“Yes…” Whitty awkwardly began to drag out. “...but…why chocolate-scented cologne? And…what if the cologne ends up irritating Carol’s nose instead of helping?”

“Don’t worry! This is a magical brand of cologne I got from GF’s place that won’t cause any irritation whatsoever, because it's made of magic rather than chemicals! That means no sneezing, no eye-rubbing, no none of that! And it's because you’re going to the ice cream shop to get a caramel brownie sundae with her! She’s gonna be absolutely soakin’ in that chocolate smell! We don’t want anything like rose or fresh breeze scented cologne mixing in with that and making neither scent palatable! We gotta just blend right in!”

Whitty shrugged his shoulders with a sigh. “...fine…” he eventually ended up conceding without any more protest.

“Speaking’ of roses, though…” BF began to allude as he proceeded to set the bottle down, step off the stool, and reach behind him. “TA-DAH! Also straight from GF’s place!”

Having pulled out a vibrant, seemingly glowing red rose from seemingly cartoon hammerspace, BF promptly hopped back on the stool, and carefully tucked the dazzling, romantic flower deep into Whitty’s suit pocket. Now, there was only one more thing that needed to be done before the bomb-man was ready to go.

“Alright, now let’s see here…I really wish GF would've left a bookmark or something for me…” BF began mumbling to himself as he attentively flipped through the pages of an intermediate spell book owned by GF as well, that which he had also pulled from cartoon hammerspace, before finally locating the needed page. “AHA! Here it is! An anti-anxiety spell, specifically of the romantic variety! Basically functions the same as medication, except it's actually free! Heh, no wonder it's illegal in some places!”

Whitty gave an exceedingly elongated eye roll at BF’s snarky comment before the teal-haired man began attempting to execute the spell.

“...good god why do all these love-related spells have to be written in French?”

“...because…French is the language of love?” Whitty attempted to respond.

“...well…yes, but…” BF began to grumble back before promptly stopping himself. “Okay whatever let’s just get this all done already. Don’t wanna make you late. *AHEM*!”

BF proceed to take in a rather sharp inhale, before letting forth the breath with the beginnings of the spell.

“Tu sortirai avec le seul, mais si tu as mauvais linceul, tu verrouiller ton sellument chance, et à ton vie viendra malchance!”

Neither man was quite sure, exactly, what had happened next within that enclosed bathroom, as the magic had rendered them utterly unable to do so. And yet, when Whitty was able to consciously perceive the world around him again, it appeared as though the spell had indeed done its job.

“That was…unbelievable!” he eventually managed to force out as some form of a response as he gazed down at his now magically enhanced body. “...what does that translate to, anyway?”

“Uh…” BF began to drone as he vehemently searched the pages for a translation. “...uh, it says here it translates to something like… ‘You will go out with the one-’ which of course means your lover… ‘but if you have a bad… “shroud”...’...I think that’s referring to like a secretive veil of mystery or…oh but this word specifically means a shroud as in a burial garment so I think it's a metaphor for how…going to such an important event with looming anxiety is like…going to lead to your metaphorical grave or some shit like that…uh…ANYWAY- ‘you will lock your only chance, and to your life will come…bad luck.’” both men were then silent for quite a prolonged period of time. “...at least…that’s what it means according to these notes.”

“...rrrrrright…well, thanks for all the help BF!” Whitty lauded BF as the rather time-restrained bomb began to turn the handle to the door.

“...ay, no problem, man! I got you!” BF semi-smuggly replied whilst giving his good friend a casual finger-gun gesture. “GOOD LUCK!”

“YOU TOO-I MEAN-YES I WILL!” Whitty promptly called back behind himself as he zipped his way out of the bathroom.

BF casually leaned against a cupboard door as he internally congratulated himself on his work. “Ah…good ol’ Whitty…” he began longingly murmuring to himself. “WELP!” he finally perked back up with a readying clap of his hands. “Best get back to work on that solo!”

****

Whitty continuously gazed around himself in rapidly compounding silence. Carol should definitely be here by now. What could possibly be going on? Taking multiple sidelong glances at the area around the table, observing many other couples who were already getting it on, as well as all the fervently toiling employees doing their very, very best to keep up with the current valentines rush, the bomb-man listlessly exhaled.

As this particular well-known ice cream joint had, indeed, anticipated the oncoming business come february fourteenth, all of the tables, nay, the entire establishment had been decorated accordingly, with fancy, white tablecloths having been set up at each table, with an exquisite array of flowers sitting as the centerpiece right next to the sprinkle shakers and fudge. The lights had been slightly dimmed, and there was slow, smooth mood music flowing out from the establishment’s speakers above. It was all but perfect for a couple of sugar-loving…well…lovers to settle down for the day and romanticize. And yet, alone, Whitty sat. He didn’t exactly want to call Carol, he knew she would show up eventually, but…just what was happening on her end? Whitty just could not get the question out of his head. It wasn’t exactly a feeling of anxiety he was experiencing, mainly due to the magic, but whatever this feeling was, it was still extremely uncomfortable. Still, he sat still and silent, not daring to cause any sort of commotion. It wouldn’t take long before, in this state of confusion and perplexity, Whitty eventually closed his eyes, if only so he may pretend this wasn’t going on. The sweet, slackened jazz easing its way across the room seemed only to mock him at this point, for still being seated alone in this place on this day. He could practically hear the melody speaking to him…calling him out…almost publicly for that matter.

“Whitty…” it softly sung forth. “Whitty…Whitty!”

Whitty dared not open his eyes.

“Hey! Whitty!”

Whitty’s lower lip began to quiver.

“Whitty! It’s me! Carol!”

“HUH-” Whitty let out at last, causing him to somewhat jolt up to attention.

And like that, there she was. Laden within a silky, flowing white colored dress, as well as high heels the same shade, was his beloved girlfriend Carol, just as stunning and extravagant as the day he first saw her. Whitty was forced to let forth a lighthearted chuckle of embarrassment, along with a slight blush at the realization, that which both parties lightheartedly continued for some time, as Carol at last took a seat.

Now that the table’s other party member had finally arrived, the waiter came up to them at last, in order to ask what they wanted. Whitty responded to the question with a smile, as he knew exactly what they were going to get. He was very well aware of just how much Carol loved brownie, and seeing as this ice cream shop was rolling out a limited edition caramel brownie sundae available only for the month of love, that was indeed what the bomb-man was going to order, and precisely why he had insisted on going to this ice cream place in particular; he wished to greet her with a surprise.

Carol deeply blushed with a slightly suppressed squeal of excitement upon realizing this fact, sending a glistening, toothy smile shining back onto the flustered bomb’s own; causing him to grow even redder and bring a slightly closed hand up to his face, in order to cover his bashful look. Carol reacted to the sheepish gesture with an understanding giggle, as the waiter strode away from the table, and the wait for their ice cream finally commenced.

Whitty, his body unusually calm due to the magical effects of the spell, at last began the conversation with his beloved, now that he had the opportunity to do so thanks to BF.

“You look…amazing…in that dress!” He finally let forth, unable to think of a better adjective.

“Oh, yes of course!” Carol positively gushed with charmed bliss from the praise. “Mommy Mearest made it special for me! Obviously based it on her daughter’s famous own, y’know!”

Whitty chuckled lightly. “Yes, I had a feeling that’s where the inspiration came from!”

The two, entranced, wondrous lovers proceeded to release a delighted chuckling bout, although at no point in the prior conversation had either of them attempted to make a joke.

“...and I assume that BF helped you pick out that suit?” Carol finally continued.

“Oh, yes…he’s helped me out with a lot of things, no doubt!”

“Oh that’s for certain!”

Yet another gleeful, amusing bout of laughter was momentarily launched into fruition, as Whitty promptly reached towards himself and into his suit pocket for his glistening, dynamic rose. The still-blushing bomb-man waited patiently for the moment Carol had stopped laughing, in order to best time his oncoming gesture.

“...I…want you to have this.” He was at last able to lightly speak at last, extending the vividly tainted flower all the way across the table for Carol to see. Carol gasped audibly before promptly covering her mouth in her elation, prompting Whitty to swiftly yet carefully slip the rose nicely into her hair via its stem.

At last, from merely the corner of his eye, Whitty detected the waiter. More than that though, he also detected the heaping amounts of caramel on which the current dish they were carrying was topped. Whitty thus concluded this could only mean one thing. Internally, he was rather confused as to how time had already gone by so fast, but now was not the time to worry about that. As Whitty still had his hand near Carol’s hair, he knew what his next move needed to be.

Whitty cautiously yet steadily brought his other hand around to eventually rest on the other side of Carol’s head, before shifting his gaze directly into hers, and leaning in forwards just slightly. Carol, realizing almost instantly what Whitty was communicating to her, gave the iconic, incoming bomb-man a jubilant twinkle from her eyes, before she finally leaned in as well.

Thus, just as the waiter approached the couple’s table, both of the lovers’ lips were firmly and longingly pressed upon each other. Not exactly wanting to interrupt the moment, said waiter merely stood there in silence as the two of them continued their joint revelry.

As the kiss was going on, however, Whitty’s gently grasping hands slowly and sensually moved all about his beloved’s hair. Within any other circumstance, this would not be a problem in even the slightest sense of the word. However, in this particular case, with a glowing, red rose having come from the magical household of the Dearests, brushing against the flower’s petal was far more than enough to cause the moment to finally bring itself to conclusion.

At first, Carol had merely assumed that she could not feel Whitty’s hands or lips against her body anymore because he had simply pulled away. Thus, pulling herself back into her previous position as well whilst keeping her eyes closed, Carol slightly bowed her head in respect to the bomb-man, and was just about to open her eyes herself, before the now rather worried waiter instantly snatched her attention by simply tapping her on the shoulder.

“Hmm?” Carol let out as she stared inquisitively up at the slightly sweating server.

“Umm…miss…” the waiter shakily stammered out. “You…might want to look in front of you.”

Carol, within the sudden state of slight panic and confusion she was experiencing, practically whipped around her form, in order to observe what exactly was going on. That was when she saw it. That’s when her blood pressure skyrocketed.

“Wh-Whitty!” she quiveringly cried out, before rushing in to scoop up her suddenly shrunken love.

“C-Carol…” Whitty stuttered out, causing Carol to lean in closer towards his marshmallow-sized form. “...I think…” he began to feebly explain. “...I think…there was magic in the rose…”

“Huh?” Carol instinctively responded, before she finally managed to put the pieces together inside of her head. “Oh…” she shuddered out. “Oh…dear…”

Whitty, understanding now the gravity of the current situation, and absolutely not wishing for the date to continue like this, or even outright end entirely, gently caressed Carol’s giant thumb, before speaking up one more time, in an attempt to console her, and prevent her from bringing forth any tears.

“...but…” he awkwardly hesitated for a moment, causing Carol to once again direct her attention towards him. Some form of an idea was indeed forming inside the bomb-man’s mind, and yet he had absolutely zero clue how best to communicate it forth.

“Carol…” he finally decided to speak up. “...I think I have…an idea.”

****

Carol glanced downwards just slightly so she may address Whitty for one final time before the both of them began the latter’s new idea.

“Are you ready, Whitty?” she confidently asked.

To his lover’s sudden, finalizing question, Whitty, sitting casually on top of the heaping mound of caramel-glazed ice cream which the waiter had set down by this point, could only manage a shy smile and a blush along with an affirmative head nod; therefore causing Carol to respond with a silent head nod of her own.

Promptly reaching over for her spoon whilst still maintaining eye contact, Carol’s delicately twinkling eyes gave an ever so subtle shift towards a gaze which Whitty could only presume to be inaudibly communicating her current experience of a feeling known only as gratitude. Gratitude not only towards the bomb-man’s recent quick thinking, but also, as the shrunken lover was just barely able to discern, gratitude for having stayed along with her, for keeping by her side, for being the one she could rely on, throughout all of the years that they had been together together within their joined lives.

And with that, Witty could sense something that was akin to the sensation of being lifted. This was, of course, because Carol had at this point dipped her spoon into the chilled, smoothed and sweetened floor of ice cream upon which he had been sitting thus far, and had subsequently hoisted the man into the air, and yet it seemed to Whitty that this had barely anything to do with the sensation. No, what seemingly elated him beyond the current status of sitting down was merely the confirmation, straight from the woman’s own eyes, that she was indeed his other.

Whitty could soon thereafter sense a soothing front of warmth being calmly breezed across his body, as the area around him began to significantly increase in temperature. Being thus allowed by his subconsciousness to once again take a gaze around him, Whitty, right then and there, was able to bear witness to the gaping, squishy cavern, entirely encompassing his vision, that was the giant Carol’s maw, as the spoon he had been riding upon was inched deeper and deeper still into its confines, whilst the woman simultaneously lowered the utensil down towards the floor of her tongue.

The second the bottom of the spoon made contact with the dampened, squishy muscle, the formerly extremely widened and stretched-out chamber began to close in upon itself, therefore firmly locking its contents inside. Doing her very best to unload the spoon’s contents onto her taste buds, Carol gently and cautiously eased Whitty, along with as much ice cream as she could, down and onto her tongue, before finally slipping the utensil out of her maw, and firmly enclosing the area at last.

Whitty, at the mere size of a standard-volume marshmallow, aided by his naturally long limb length and height, was able to sprawl himself across the width and length of the tongue, not minding at all having his suit get stained with all the caramel drizzle and ice cream. His fingers grasping lightly onto the slickened ends of the muscle, Whitty was soon able to extend his lengthy arms so that he was able to wrap them around its cushiony form, and subsequently nuzzle his blushing face deep into its radiant, natural warmth.

Carol, recognizing what Whitty was doing from the outside, began to affectionately tear up. Taking a second to whip the seeping tears from her eyes, the giant woman cautiously began to move her lovingly embraced muscle about, swishing it sensually between her cheeks, as a method of showing the bomb-man within her appreciation for the action he had taken. Carol wasn’t exactly sure why, but it seemed to outright ooze out from within the bomb-man’s being the exquisite, rich and creamy taste that was chocolate. This wasn’t something that she particularly minded, of course, but it was an intriguing sensation nonetheless, and one that she was fully intent on savoring within the present moment in time, causing her to begin salivating longingly, and increasing the muscle’s sponginess as a result.

Whitty gave a pleased murmur as this happened, his own eyes also beginning to grow teary with each oncoming swish. It almost seemed as if he were to be locked in this moment for eternity, from his perspective, before at last, Whitty sensed a subtle rise in his current elevation once more, and, upon opening his eyes, was subsequently, warmly greeted with the sudden, gaping presence that was Carol’s widened gullet; open, stretched out, and ready. Carol had, of course, allowed for the front of the tongue to rise, in order to allow the resulting sloping to aid Whitty into the oncoming drop. Carefully uncurling his fingers around her wetted, squishy tongue, Whitty readily embraced the downwards acceleration as he slid his way on down, and into Carol’s gullet. The woman’s plump, dangling uvula swayed casually above his head, as the bomb-man’s tiny body was effortlessly inserted into the upper esophageal sphincter, before at last being squeezed down in one gulp, and squelched into the esophagus as such.

Carol on the outside gave a rather lengthy sigh upon finally having taken the needed swallow. Now, it was up to her body. Tenderly placing a couple of fingers onto the slight bulge Whitty was making inside of her throat, Carol thus was able to follow his journey downwards as the shrunken, delicate bomb-man, locked within the tight confines of the powerful esophageal walls, was constantly shoved forwards, and down towards the woman’s awaiting stomach.

Whitty had closed his eyes once more at this stage, and was merely paying his attention towards the consistent, squelching motions shoving him along within the throat. The cushiony esophageal muscles tightened themselves all around his tiny form, before their grip released, and therefore pushed him on forth in the process. Whitty had absolutely no idea exactly how long this process was to continue, but just as long as he was here, he was going to enjoy it for just about as long as he could. So, to this end, he silently gave a pleased sigh, before he lay extremely complacently against the massaging forces guiding him towards his destination, positively soaking up their sensual atmosphere as they did. Eventually, however, as the distantly thumping baseline that quite simply could not be anything but a heartbeat began to boom itself in and around Whitty’s ears. This told him he had made it past Carol’s collarbone, and was becoming significantly closer to her patiently waiting, rumbling stomach.

Carol on the outside, now that she couldn’t exactly follow Whitty anymore, promptly turned her attention back towards the delectable caramel brownie sundae lying in front of her. There was still a heaping lot of the sundae’s form which was indeed yet to be downed by the woman, and Carol knew as a result just exactly what she needed to do now. Casually placing one hand over her stomach, Carol gave the area a couple pats, as her way of letting Whitty know he’d still be okay despite the oncoming rain of chilling ice cream. Of course, Whitty was not quite inside the stomach yet, and was unable to pick up on this message as a result, but nonetheless he did indeed recognize implicitly that he would have to watch out for falling ice cream the moment he entered into the chamber, and was to be needingly aware of this fact once inside.

Finally, Whitty was able to tell that the echoing grumbling and groaning, that which was emulating from the constantly active organ within, had all but raised to a volume which meant he was merely seconds away. Still, he dared not open his eyes until he could feel his head being squelched through the lower esophageal sphincter. Once this inevitably came to be, however, Whitty instantly freed up his gaze.

With the rest of his body naturally following suit after his head, Whitty was therefore swiftly squeezed all the way through and made a tumbling splash landing into the gurgling, churning area, forcing him to promptly re-adjust his position for a moment in order for him to get himself comfortable. As this was happening, though, Carol on the outside had finally become aware of Whitty’s sudden landing inside her stomach, with how his arrival naturally caused the area to become more active and sloshy. Now knowing definitely that he would be ready once the first spoonfuls of ice cream came down, Carol began to rapidly pick up the pace of her eating, as the current craving sensation she was experiencing was absolutely not going away, she knew as a fact, until this here sundae was gone.

Whitty, meanwhile, had finally managed to get himself situated, casually leaning up against the cautiously shifting walls and pressing deeply into their pillowy goopyness, as he attempted to wrap his arms around the form of said walls just as he had done with the tongue. Feeling his entire body being churned all around and about alongside the watery, harmless liquids around him, Whitty would seemingly but inevitably began to blush deeply with a smile, his miniscule form heating up further all due to its current bodily affection towards Carol, therefore leaving him pretty much unable to even mind as the woman’s first dousing of ice cream came spurting through the above esophageal sphincter, making its way therefore into the swirling mixture inside and generating more of its churn. Both Whitty and Carol had indeed all but lost their sense of time at this stage. Indeed, they were instead merely enjoying this moment. Whitty of course was enjoying the reality of being so deeply entwined within the body of his lover, locked deeply away within her chambers and being, as Carol on the outside was enjoying shoving spoonfull after spoonful of delectable, mouthwatering ice cream onto her taste buds one after another, before they eventually took the same journey as Whitty, and entered inside to join with him in due course of time.

Carol could feel the activity of her middle rapidly increasing as she neared her way towards the end of the sundae. Still not allowing her binge to slow down even minutely towards its end, Carol at last scraped up the final remains of the ice cream onto her sugar-soaked tongue, before at long last, it too, was swept from the chamber, bound down.

Carol heaved forwards a hefty wheeze, before taking the next few moments in order to regain her bearings. When, after a short while, she finally felt as though she was ready, she once again moved her attention in towards her stomach, and more specifically, towards the still carefully churning, wall-bound, tiny, lightly clinging bomb-man who was laying inside of her stomach. Carol leaned backwards into her chair, before she finally placed both hands over the area. And then, once more, it was time for the moment to lock.

It was, of course, there, within that presently tight, secluded, separated moment, that was o’ so gently tucked away within the ever boundless catalog of time, that the two, seemingly just as boundless entities whom were known as Whitty and Carol were finally able to join. Finally were they able to blend together their bodies and merge into the other’s being within a past-tense process which so smoothly and utterly effortlessly had led themselves up towards this moment. Everything which had happened before, now, mattered not. Everything which was to happen in the future, also, mattered not. Not within this. Not within here. Not within the present frame of time. No. To the couple of Whitty and Carol, a couple which had indeed journeyed and toiled together hard towards this end, the only singular thing that mattered, was that they were now one; and it was indeed because it did matter that the moment extended so far.

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

i don’t have a title for this sorry

posting this at 3 am so i can’t physically restrain myself later

this is my first time sharing writing out anywhere but my own friend group so i beg you be gentle on me. i’m only testing the waters and seeing if i’m truly comfortable sharing my stuff so this is safe and lighthearted. if this does well i will definitely look into sharing my more angsty and whumpy writing in the future.

i don’t have a summary rn so sorru check back later

contents: safe vore, male pred, m/f, m/m, multiple prey, they’re just messing around

“Please! Someone! Help me!” Azz cried out. She wriggled, fruitlessly attempting to wrestle herself from Silas’s grip, but she proved no match, and her hands slipped past his lips.

Another loud gulp, and her thighs easily entered his throat.

She could feel her feet in his stomach, so tight she could barely even wiggle her toes. “Save me!” She called again, and Silas could only chuckle slightly.

His middle began to swell, stomach stretching to contain his new meal as she slowly gathered inside him.

Her shoulders disappeared into his mouth, and now came her head.

“Please..” Azz whimpered as a tongue wrapped around her head, covering her mouth and muffling any and all speech.

He pulled her in and closed his jaws, a final gulp sealing the girl’s fate.

Rune watched with horror as Azz disappeared down Silas’s throat, the chimera tracing her journey with a claw tipped finger.

“You beast!” Rune shouted, rage in his voice.

“You won’t get away with this! I’ll cut her out myself if I have to.” He flipped open a knife, and Silas watched it glimmer in the light.

But the chimera only laughed, running a careful hand over his now full belly. “Really now?” He took a step forward. “You think you’re any match for me?”

For a moment, Rune faltered. It was a given how much stronger Silas was. In comparison to Rune, even the scrawny chimera seemed like a muscleman.

He swallowed down the growing lump in his throat, and his sense along with it.

In a fury, Rune charged.

Silas caught him mid dash, gripping his wrists and forcing them above his head.

The knife fell out of Rune’s weakened grasp, clattering to the floor. Silas kicked it away.

“You know.” Silas began, leaning close to Rune.

Rune bit back a shiver as Silas drew close. He whispered a chuckle in the pink-haired male’s ear.

His breath was warm on Rune’s cheek, leaving behind a wet spot as its only mark. The angular curves of Silas’s face fit perfectly into the crook of Rune’s neck, and the chimera carefully nestled into Rune’s collar.

“You smell delicious. I can’t get enough of you.” He chuckled again. “I’m so full, but-maybe I could go for seconds.”

His words were supported by a hungry growl from his still squirming belly.

Rune glanced down in horror, already beginning to tremble as Silas licked a stripe up his cheek.

“Oh Rune, beloved, hold still will you?”

Silas took Rune’s face in with ease, pinning the boy with the strength in his arms alone and carefully guiding each part of him into his mouth.

He began to salivate, coating Rune’s face in saliva and earning him a slight squirm. How entertaining. Silas gulped, and his throat stretched to make way for the second course.

The sensation never got old, and was always one of Silas’s favorite parts.

He whined slightly, moaning around Rune’s shoulders as they were gently pushed past his lips.

After a few seconds, he felt Azz jolt, and begin to squirm uncomfortably, and he knew Rune’s head had entered his stomach.

Swallowing was difficult now, rushed, instinctive. Silas was far too focused on the sensation in his middle.

Skin was stretched even tighter than before, pulled taut over his swollen stomach.

He grunted, almost feeling his gut touch the floor with how close to the ground he was kneeling.

He hastily removed Rune’s shoes, and swallowed down the investigator completely.

For several minutes, Silas could only sit and pant, both pleased and exhausted by his meal. His face was flush bright blue as he licked his lips.

His stomach gurgled beneath his touch, fingers drumming the taut surface as its occupants struggled to get comfortable.

“…”How was that?” He asked suddenly.

“That was amazing!” Rune cheered from beneath the skin.

Below him, Azz’s muffled voice came through. “It’s a bit cramped though.”

Silas blushed. “Yeah, sorry.” He rubbed his gut sheepishly in apology. “I’ll cook dinner tonight for you both.”

He yawned suddenly, falling back flat to the ground.

His stomach lurched, but held strong, and Silas sighed in relief. He really didn’t want to be sick right now.

“I hope you don’t mind if I have a nap. I’m exhausted, and I’ll need quite a bit of energy to let you both out later.”

With only a small movement in response, Silas closed his eyes.

70 notes • Posted 2021-11-21 09:14:06 GMT

#4

maybe this body does have its limits..

99 notes • Posted 2021-06-17 07:29:56 GMT

#3

i greatly apologize for the watermark there’s nothing i can do.

anyway contributing to the bakula fandom with this!! beloved supervisor enjoying a nice meal

bakula is from heart pangs,, which belongs to @mmmleckerlecker ily

217 notes • Posted 2021-11-26 01:01:41 GMT

#2

funny little practice animation

230 notes • Posted 2021-11-18 04:28:32 GMT

#1

another one

378 notes • Posted 2021-11-18 07:29:06 GMT

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Hello!!! Im a n/s/f/w artist!!!! My name is Lott, I'm 21 years old, just send me requests and id love to draw something for you! Unfortunately because tumblr is dumb I cant post the uncensored versions here but ill link to the uncensored versions when I post them! Some ground rules:

Dont expect anything too complex! It can vary between a quick sketch and a full color depending on how much I like the suggestion (i know im not that good but these still take a lot of effort to make!)

Dont flirt with me! Just cuz I draw people fucking doesnt mean I want to!

Constructive criticism is appreciated, but keep it constructive please! If you dont like what I draw for you thats fine, but going off on me wont make it look any better heh

This one is obvious but MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED ON SIGHT

Now when it comes to things I wont draw:

SFW (obviously nothing against it but im not super interested in it, please keep it at the least suggestive!)

M/M or solo M (again, obviously nothing wrong with that, but im a lesbian, I gotta have a lady involved XD)

F.urry (nothing against furries! Im just bad at it! Though I can give more anthro ish stuff a try!)

G.ore

S.cat/w.atersports/similar

Incest (gross, no)

Underage (VERY gross, very much no)

B.eastiality

I.nflation

V.ore

S.nuff

R.aceplay

If I think of more ill add it to the list. But anywho! If you want to suggest something feel free! Thank you for stopping by!