#multiple fatalities

[adie-dee]

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[anotherdescentintomadness]

XIAO ZHAN???

[vorekody]

FINALLY done with this, a concept of the storage and digestive dolphin pred guts (-the thing that inspired me to make Alon in the first place shsjh)

Anyways I feel like it's usually the first stomach that's safe in mer/naga/centaur vore so I wanted to change it up a little bit.

Also felt like it made a bit more sense for Alon's bigger stomach to be for storing stuff yk?

This does make it so they can only digest one person at a time because of the lack of room in their first stomach, but I really like it that way I think, gotta wait ur turn.

[jellynotbees]

Deadly Devotion

Hi I had the idea for this in the middle of my Calculus homework and honestly it’s a miracle I managed to finish it before jumping onto Procreate to work on this.

[justanothervoreblog]

Big Brother's Indulgence

Martin had been warned so many times about the noise. Once was an honest mistake, two was recklessness, and three was just a blatant disregard. Kyle had to lay down the law. He pardons himself from the game chat that he was on and makes his way towards Martin's room. Martin had a friend over, Sam, the two of them together were a nightmare. However, both of them together would be delicious.

Kyle opens up the door and interrupts both of the noisemakers. Right before he was about to grab them, he could see cans of Coke all over the floor. So not only had Martin failed to entertain his guests at unreasonable noise levels, but he went right into Kyle's secret stash of sodas. Now this was more than just punishment, this was earned gluttony.

Kyle's belly growled out in anticipation and Martin immediately realized that he had fucked up. He had watched Kyle swallow up a couple of religious solicitors once. Martin was fully aware of what his brother could do and began to plead for his mercy. Sam foolishly believed that this was a punishment was relegated family members to try to make a subtle exit. Kyle grabs him by the shoulders and opens his mouth possibly wide. Sam screams but it is immediately cut off by the muscled walls of Kyle's throat. To make sure that Martin doesn't try a similar stunt, Kyle seizes Martin by the shirt. He gets a front-row ticket to his brother's gluttony.

Kyle shoves Sam into his mouth. The saliva slicks up the shoulders and helps them slide past that pink tongue. Afterward, the lean chest and abs follow quickly. Martin's room is filled with Kyle's gluttony and satisfied moans. His stomach greedily awaited the arrival of Sam. It gets its first bit of food when Sam's head pops past that tight stomach ring. It was an uninviting and hostile place, Kyle's belly. Inside was digesting Pizza and leftovers, and he was pretty sure that there was a Best Buy t-shirt. All that remains of the unhelpful worker that Kyle had snapped up.

Martin watched as Sam's legs uselessly outside of his brother's maw. His thighs are slowly reduced down to the calves. Kyle removes the sneakers from Martin's feet. He leaves the socks though, it was always a bit of a kink of his. Then Martin watches as Sam goes from best friend to brother food with a single gulp. The bulge passes down into Kyle's throat and then expands inside of his belly. Martin can hear Sam's cries from inside. He watches Kyle rub over that belly and Martin trapped within. Martin knows that it was fucked up way to think, but he silently hopes that Sam was enough for Kyle's hunger.

For a moment, Kyle just pushes his brother's face up against his expanding dome. Martin could feel every twitch that Sam made and realized that if he ever wanted to see Sam again, he'd have to ask Kyle to lift his shirt. Kyle didn't usually let his meals go and this wasn't the first time that he had snacked on Martin's friends. Billy, Josh, and Steve had all made their way down Kyle's throat.

Then a rumbling vibrates Kyle's belly and Martin knows exactly what was about to happen. With a loud burp, the nastiest-smelling air is expelled. It was wet too, bits of spittle landing on Martin's face. All of it, unfortunately, smelled like Sam. The dome slightly shrinks to reveal Martin continuing to struggle. The fight inside the belly becomes clear for a moment. Then the belly expands again leaving the prey obscured.

Kyle's eyes then drift down to Martin, his little brother. For a moment there is an exchange, no words. Could Kyle eat his brother? His own flesh and blood? Was that a line that he could cross? Martin hoped that there was some limit to Kyle's gluttony. Maybe eating one of his friends was enough and Kyle would let him go? Perhaps, there was a chance. Kyle lifted him so that Martin was close enough to smell Kyle's Sam-scented breath. The pool of saliva building up at the back of his mouth was intimidating. Still, Kyle wouldn't actually do it right, right?

Martin's hopes get dashed as Kyle licks his lips. Martin doesn't remember what Kyle says after that. Something about how the second course is always sweeter or something along that line. What Martin does remember is Kyle opening up his mouth and his world turning to darkness…

Kyle could feel the weight of his gaming chair creek. Other chairs he had owned would have broken by now, but this one had been properly reinforced. If Kyle was going to eat like a pig, then he should have a chair that fits him like one. Martin and Sam had saved him only one Coke. So who is the real pig here? It was still Kyle, now with Martin and Sam trapped inside of his belly.

The struggle had calmed down a while ago, both boys accepting their fate as food for Kyle. Kyle savors their taste with a refreshing Coke as he texts the game chat that he will be a moment. He was going to order some more food for himself and in a way, Martin and Sam. Of course, if they ate the food that already came down, it was their business. Kyle had already gotten his.

So while Kyle waited for the food delivery, his hands roamed over that mighty gut. His little brother was trapped inside, wondering if he would see the sun again. Kyle wasn't sure if his little brother would be let out. Sam would be a permanent resident, much like his other little friends. Kyle thought about the questions his dad might ask. It was enough to make him reconsider or… Kyle could just show his dad where Martin had gone. The thought of that makes him chuckle as he rubs his fat gut. As he daydreams about the scenario, Martin plays with his belly button.

The doorbell cuts him out of his delusions. He stands with his hefty belly and stretches realizing that the food was here. Right before he was about to head to the door, his belly growled.

The question is this: Did Kyle want thirds?

[ltsmoving]

waugh i cant be bothered colouring this have some lineart of these two also hiiii slight redesigns :)

noo little british boy dont get eaten by your big alt boyfriend...

[wholegrainvore]

little Gris vore sequence featuring @dinnergirl and @koboldpreydrive :3

[nombitenary]

Obsessed with a pred overindulging a little, especially with G/t vore. A full and squirming belly packed full with tinies, every single movement any one of them makes something the pred call feel against the strained walls of their stomach. Tiny ripples of movements flutter under their skin, and they rub their belly, causing all the prey within to cry out in a myriad of different muffled voices as they're all shuffled around in the tight space. They barely even move, too firmly wedged against the strained folds of the belly and each other to be jostled.

Bonus if the pred tries to get just one last tiny down and has to really struggle to cram them in there, swallowing repeatedly as they feel an uncomfortable pressure at the top of their stomach. Their fingers worriedly rub their middle, tracing around the squirming lumps tucked beneath their skin and kneading in an attempt to coax their prey further along into their intestines...

All the jostling does is cause them to hiccup, and although it's not a lot... with the pocket of air gone, the stomach is allowed a little more space to relax, only for the pred to gulp one last time and seal their last mouthful in their churning gut.

A pred could also pair this sort of meal with a drink- perhaps a hot tea to try getting their prey to digest faster to create more room. All the prey can do is thrash and wriggle with more vigour at the sound of the pred eagerly and repeatedly gulping above them, a steady stream of hot liquid spilling into the belly and causing those stuck against the bottom of the stomach's lining to frantically try clawing their way up. Maybe the tea doesn't help digestion, but the pred wouldn't know thanks to the fact that how much it makes their prey struggle certainly does.

They can't even fight back properly. Too bogged down by the hot drink causing the already sweltering temperature to rise further as liquid soaks through their clothing, weighing them down. The stomach around them is eagerly churning, one rippling wall firmly settled against them thanks to the pred rubbing them and cooing about how good of a meal they all made...

And of course, if they make it whole and alive into the intestines... the pred walking their fingers along the curve of their lower belly to single out each individual squirming lump. Just to remind them of their place, trapped in gurgling darkness, squeezed by muscles set on pulling them deeper... deeper...

A sudden pressure above them causes a new bout of squirming, though they're all shocked when they feel wriggling from above the fleshy 'ceiling' of the pred's intestines.

The pred's already indulging again. They plan on filling each inch of their gut with squirming tinies, and with the lovely wriggles of their meal settling in with longer gurgles and glorps... well, it just makes them hungry.

Luckily for them, tinies are easy enough to come by, and more than easy enough to swallow.

[tabbytums]

turns out it's Eat Your Friends Day :3

[wonder-worker]

Wild how we know that Elizabeth Woodville was officially appointed to royal councils in her own right during her husband’s reign and fortified the Tower of London in preparation of a siege while 8-months pregnant and had forces gathering at Westminster “in the queen’s name” in 1483 – only for NONE of these things to be even included, let alone explored, in the vast majority of scholarship and historical novels involving her.

[teal-fiend]

multiple prey. because one person wasn't enough for a satisfying meal.

Several prey need to be sacrificed for a pred to be sated. And their sacrifices won't matter much, because the pred will get hungry again soon enough.

Also, the idea of a pred being 'outnumbered' by their prey. Only to put them all in their stomach with little effort. the prey stood no chance

[ilikebigbellydotnom]

The 3 layers of a healthy and well fed pred's belly, top layer is his soft blubber, middle section is the prey in the stomach organ, and the lower under belly is his intestines pack with prey he has consumed!

Of course the top layer of blubber will take over the majority of the belly once the prey has softened and emptied from the stomach organ

[vorekody]

wat about.. cow type preds? They have 4 tummies for friens :v

Okay I'm so sorry but I'm going to geek out on you right now.

really fun fact is that a cow is a ruminant - a group of mammals who have four stomachs (or more accurately stomach chambers)

And so if you want a pred who has a bunch of guts to fill there's actually a lot of different animals you can base them off of, not just cows >:)! There are sheep, deer, goats and giraffes too! (Or you could always make a fictional creature ofc lol)

Then there's camelids! A modified ruminant with only three stomachs/stomach chambers- alpaca, camels and llamas, so even more options there :)!

ANYWAYS, yes, cow type preds are amazing, I love them, and not exactly a cow but here's a gentle Yak pred with a couple of bunnies in their storage bellies and some grass in the others, and a not so gentle bonus alpaca pred.

[justanothervoreblog]

Roommate Snacking

They would come a day where people would listen to you and understand that you're not just blowing air up their ass. However today your three friends Josh, Andrew, and Billy had to learn the hard way. Their teacher in the school of hard knocks was none other than your roommate, Brandon.

Brandon was your typical horrible roomy. Didn't cook or clean, but still had the audacity to be a slob. Loud music and even louder sex when you're trying to sleep. All of these things you would reluctantly coexisted with because his job made a ton of money. What scared you was the fact that on multiple occasions you watched Brandon devour men. Pizza guys, the cable guys, mormons, your boyfriends, and even his own. All of them had in one way shape or form become his meal and burped up in your face.

A good enough reason not to invite your best friends over. But they insisted, and wanted to meet this legendary Brandon themselves. And unfortunately their curiosity overwhelmed their survival. Once they crossed the threshold into your apartment, it was over. They weren't three men, just three meals for Brandon. As if things couldn't get worse, you smelled the sweaty aroma in the air. Brandon had just gotten done with a workout and was looking to snack.

Dumb, dumber, and dumbest decided that it would be a good idea to try to talk to Brandon and see what the dude was about. Neither of them looked particularly impressed, perhaps Brandon wasn't what they imagined. Unfortunately their imaginations are quickly dashed by reality. Brandon, not for small talk, reaches out and grabs Billy. The smallest of your friends is devoured quickly. Clothes and all made no difference for Brandon. Josh and Andrew watch as Billy becomes a bulge in Brandon's neck and later belly. A soft thump could be heard as Billy lands in his new permanent home.

Josh goes for the door, but the second he turns his back on Brandon it's over. Your greedy roommate, not satisfied with your first friend moves on to your second. Josh shouts for your help but it is muffled over the sloppy swallowing and gulping from Brandon. Globs of saliva fall from Brandon's wet lips. Brandon devours Josh the way a pelican devours a fish. In no time, just his sneakers are wiggling on the outside. Then, those are gone. Brandon's belly expands with Josh. It sags but clearly by the hungry look in Brandon's eyes, he wasn't done yet.

Andrew looks at you for some kind of reassurance or hope that you would step in. Brandon's protection however only extended to you as a roommate. Your friends are on the table and more importantly on the menu. Andrew was bigger then Brandon, but Brandon didn't seem to mind. He approaches your final friend and opens wide. Brandon lifts Andrew off the floor and glomps down on his body. Andrew's size is no deterrence for Brandon. Your greedy roommate throws his head back as your big friend is turned into a big snack. Helpless Andrew slides deeper into Brandon, bulging out his neck wildly before disappearing past Brandon's chest. You watch as Andrew's form joins Billy and Josh. Andrew's muscular legs are slurped down to his slides. A final and damning gulp makes him disappear for good.

Brandon sighs as he collapses onto the couch. His belly spills out onto his lap. The forms of all three of your friends are rubbed over lazily by Brandon. Even though such a feast was impressive to you, to Brandon it was nothing more than an afternoon lunch. Occasionally he would give the side of his belly a couple of pats. As if he felt the need to remind the three men inside his belly that they were nothing but food. Although the crushing and boiling environment they were in more than likely told them that. Brandon man spreads as he unleashes a hefty burp. Your friend's clothing comes flying out covered in putrid saliva. As horrible as it was to watch your friends be devoured and now digested, you realized you were going to have to clean that up.

Your roommate leans back on the couch and puts his feet on the coffee table. He had a beer in hand and a remote in the other. Brandon mindlessly flips through the channels as he nurses his beer. Your friends struggles are lesser now. Whether they wanted to admit it to themselves, but they were food for Brandon. You leave him to his digesting and head back into your room.

You did try to warn them. And now, you would remember them only as a layer of fat Brandon would get from digesting them.

[nombitenary]

preds who are friends <3 friends who are preds <3

thanks to @finnomms for letting me draw his oc hanging with Gnarl! Looks like the two of them are getting along well! Gnarl's just happy to have someone to chat with down in their den, and it seems that Kenny makes a good enough guest to offer a dinner to.

[ltsmoving]

belated voretober day 3: sin

2 posts in one day, just a treat for my weeks worth of art to catch up on ofc (maybe a third if i can be bothered)

i feel like ive never expressed my love for false angel/god preds but they are delightful also my first multiple prey post what??? getting wild in here tonight arent we wow three whole prey what a good boy

very brief character intro under the cut for the girlie on the right :)

she's prisma, a punk humanoid shapeshifter who freaking loves eat hot chip and lie. in kink scenarios i see her more as an active observer, but i mean she is definitely a pred/feeder. her 'unique feature' that ig all my ocs have is that her insides are an oily black colour- people call her inky but it's not exactly a nickname she likes lol

might use her again, shes slightly rare in kink art though so i guess we'll see