#v0re fic

[bothsweetandsalty]

I don’t care much for going out to eat for dates

If you’re hungry just take me to your place, grab me hard by the shoulders and stuff me down your greedy gullet, let me feel your slick throat massage my body as I get pushed further down into your aching desperate gut, let me curl up in that tight stomach of yours as you lay down on your bed, panting and belching into your fists, patting your full belly to calm the loud gurgling it’s producing from trying to churn such a big lovely meal.

[teal-fiend]

pred acting clueless around observers

they eat up prey, then lounge around on a sofa, stretching out so that the base of their round belly peeks out from under their shirt.

when the observer arrives, the pred ignores them mostly, maybe saying 'hey' but nothing much else.

they notice the observer noticing them, though. the observer, trying to hide their surprise and interest. probably wondering how long the pred has been lying there, digesting, or who it was being digested

the pred rolls over, and their stomach burbles and groans, as the inner contents settled back in.

the observer can't pretend to ignore it any longer, and says, unsuspiciously, "what do you have there?"

"What?" the pred says, aloof.

the observer sneaks over, but brave enough to get closer, something most people wouldn't do.

"it looks like you've had a good meal recently"

the observer poked the stomach, and the pred complained on it's behalf.

the belly was very warm, over-worked by digestion, the observer could tell even with just tapping it with a couple of fingers.

"Yes, I've eaten not long ago. It's taxing, my stomach gets ahead of itself, demanding for prey that is too large or," their gut rumbled thickly, causing the pred to pause, "...rich, and, it takes so long to digest. It's exhausting, it makes me feeble."

The observer listens to the pred complain, sympathetic although they couldn't relate. If anything, they were more likely to be in the prey's position. Under the pred's stretched skin, making the pred groan and bemoan about how tiring it is to digest them.

But despite all that, the observer still wanted the pred to be comfortable, and to have an easy digestion.

They looked down at the fatigued pred and their plush, contented belly.

"It looks like you could use a belly rub - to help with your digestion."

"I suppose so..."

This might have been the pred's plan all along. Maybe getting the prey itself was less important than getting a massage from the observer, who was so intent to get their hands on a prey-filled stomach

[nomstellations]

Your friend wants to eat you. Badly.

It's been like this for a while now- they've been staring at you a lot lately and wanting to be in your company a lot, always asking to hang out and hovering nearby. You can hear their stomach EASILY since they're so close- growling and groaning impatiently. They've taken to wearing thick sweaters to muffle the sound, but no matter how much they've eaten or how many layers they wear, it still insistently growls out for living food. Like you.

They know better than to just gobble you up; you've never been very receptive to the idea from other people and have fought your way out of jaws before. So you'd never let them, surely... But watching them struggle with this was agonizing. They were either going to snap, or starve themselves. It had to stop at some point, and you'd rather your friend not get hurt.

One day you've had it. They've come over for movie night, but their stomach is once again making a racket just from being next to you. You pause the movie to get up and get a snack, and they mumble that they'd like one too... When you come back, you set down your things and turn to your friend. Their curious expression turns to one of shock and surprise as you practically press yourself onto them, feeling the vibrations of their stomach through their hoodie as you grab onto their face.

"I want you to eat me."

[supernormalblogname]

i don't write very much at all so please be niceys to me... vore story about a prey with an awful big crush on an awful big pred. no specific characters. second person perspective, half size, safe & soft. most of it under the cut :]

When you first saw them, it was love at first sight. They were possibly the most beautiful person you’d ever seen, and definitely the tallest - towering over you wasn’t much of a feat, you were always on the shorter side, but this person seemed to tower over everyone, and they had a sharp, guarded expression to match their slightly frightening aura. 

You found yourself watching them from across the space.. And then, the two of you made eye contact, and the beautiful, intimidating stranger gave you a smile, flashing rows of unnaturally razor-sharp teeth. Before you could say anything, a friend of yours unceremoniously pulled you away.

Everyone you talked to about that person gave you an earful - “They’re a man-eating monster!” “They corner people on the street and swallow them whole!” “Don’t even think about getting near them, they’ve eaten everyone who tries to get close to them!” Nobody even seemed to know their name, but everyone had a horror story about their eating habits. You took their advice seriously at first - that sounded so scary! You didn’t want to be eaten alive!

But, even after those warnings, you found you couldn’t get your mind off of their face - their smile. Ahh, crushes were always hard to deal with, but of all the people you could’ve fallen in love with, why did it have to be them…

You started seeing them around more and more. At first it was just coincidence, but eventually you did just a little bit start lingering in places you’d seen them before, and maaaybe you had a rough idea of their schedule, and maaaybe you were sometimes following them. You were in love! Sue you! You made sure to keep a low profile, avoiding getting spotted by them - you hadn’t seen them do any… man-eating activities yet. But with how everyone seemed to be afraid of them, it must have some truth to it, and you didn’t want to get spotted and gobbled up!

The more you saw them, the more you wondered if the whole people-eating thing was just a mean rumor some bullies spread around about them… but at the same time, you also wondered… if it was really true, that they really ate people… what would that feel like.

You had the first burning wonder confirmed just a few days later, when you were stopped in your tracks by an incredibly strange sound coming from the little space between two buildings. You peaked your head in to see the back of the person of your admiration… with… the bottom half of another person sticking out of their mouth.

All you could do was stand there, completely transfixed as they swallowed the person down - a thick, audible Gulp-Gulp-Gulp sound as they disappeared more and more into their throat. Even with their back mostly to you, you could see the moving bulge in their throat where the person was being forced down. You found your face flushing red as they slurped the last of their - living, squirming - meal down with a particularly powerful Gulp- sealing the poor unfortunate person away.

Soon, the person had been deposited in the predator’s stomach - and you could tell, as the predator’s middle bulged and moved, the poor prey squirming, firmly trapped behind walls of flesh and muscle. They placed a hand on their stomach as it let out a loud Groaaan, satisfied.

And then, they turned.

And then, they made eye contact with you. 

And then, they smiled, flashing that mouthful of sharp teeth.

You doubt you’ve ever run faster in your life than you did in that moment. Trying to get as much distance as possible between you and the predator. Oh god oh god oh god, they were totally going to eat you-

That night, you could barely sleep. Every time you closed your eyes, visions from that encounter filled your mind… their powerful throat, their stomach, their smile… the more you thought about it, the more you couldn’t keep lying to yourself anymore.

You… really wanted them to eat you.

Luckily for you, your opportunity came possibly a bit sooner than you were ready for. As only a couple of days later, you were walking by that very alley, too caught up in your thoughts to realise where you were or that there was somebody lingering in the shadows… until you were roughly grabbed and pulled in.

There you found yourself, held harshly by your shoulders by the predator of your dreams. Your eyes stopped at their stomach at first - it was smaller again, empty and growling loudly, demanding to be fed. After a minute you finally pried your eyes away from their middle, and looked up to meet their gaze. They were huge, looking even taller up close, and as you looked at them, they gave you that mesmerizing smile, teeth on full display. Oh my god. Was this really happening?

You expected them to waste no time in gobbling you down - from the stories you’ve heard, they never bother talking to the people they eat. But instead…

“I know you’ve been watching me, little prey…” they say, voice low and growly. Your face is burning, and there’s no way the predator wouldn’t be able to tell - you’d be trying to cover it with your hands, but your arms are pinned to your sides in their harsh grasp.

“I bet you’ve been wondering how it must feel, to be eaten…” they lean in closer, you can feel their hot breath wafting across your face. Your heart feels like it's about to beat right out of your chest. You want to snap back at them, tell them to just get on with it, but you can’t get any words to form. Instead, you whimper kind of embarrassingly. The predator laughs, a deep chuckle that echoes through the space, and then…

They open their mouth wide, and practically shove your head into the damp, warm space. You can feel those sharp teeth resting on your neck, juust lightly enough that they don’t hurt at all, but it certainly dissuades you from trying to struggle, not that you could anyway, as you find yourself completely frozen up - oh my god oh my god, it was really happening.

You feel their tongue sliding across your face, and a low hum escapes from the back of their throat, vibrating the space around you - were they tasting you? Were they enjoying tasting you?

You didn’t have too much time to wonder about it, as you found your head moved forward to touch the back of their throat. And then…

Gulp!

It was all happening too fast for you to process, and yet it felt like the world was going in slow motion. Their throat was immensely tight, strong muscles compressing you on all sides, pushing you down, down, down. With every thick Gulp that reverberated around you, you felt more and more of your body being sucked into their powerful throat, until nothing of you was left outside. And at about the same time, you felt your head get squished into a slightly more open space, the rest of your body quickly following.

As you squirmed around, trying to orient yourself in the cramped, squishy, fleshy, moving space, the situation fully sank in. You were in their stomach. They had just eaten you. You had just been eaten, whole and alive… and… you kind of liked it.

You could feel the predator lean against the wall of the alley, and soon after something pressed into the side of the space - ah, that must be them resting their hand on their stomach from the outside, you never expected you’d be able to feel it from the inside like that. The organ groaaaned and growled around you, you could feel each satisfied rumble vibrate your own body. The predator sighed contentedly.

“You were delicious.” they remarked, and their words made you squeak, feeling almost lightheaded. Ah, it definitely wouldn’t be easy to get over this little crush of yours, but at least for now you were enjoying being held in their stomach, and they seemed to enjoy having you.

[sinfulforrest]

A Home drabble! Its about 1.4k words, and is about Home loving the taste of you! Contains slight elements of dubcon, some soft vore, eggpreg and a lot of tongue action!

[Home's appearance can be found here!]

Home likes to taste you, to feel you out with the long tongue that it gave its shell. Your skin always set its taste buds alight; it could taste your very emotions if it lapped at your skin for long enough, something that it liked to remind you of every now and again if you hid your feelings from it.

It’d just pull you into its lap if it sensed that you were feeling off, and it would slowly lick up from your shoulders and right up to your cheek, the pressure of its tongue deepening as it travelled further up you, and would pinpoint exactly what emotion you were feeling.

God knows how Home could do that; maybe it could pick up on your hormones or something, you wouldn’t put it past being able to do that.

The thick saliva residue used to make you feel ill, but you’ve grown used to it by now. You know better than to wipe its claim and scent off of you, so you’d smile along with it whilst cupping its unblinking face in your hands and pressing soft kisses along its sharp skeletal jawline. It would purr in satisfaction, nuzzling the top of your head and holding you tightly to it. You’d feel its body rippling and would pray that its shell won’t collapse in on itself and burst, becoming that ungodly, writhing fleshy mess that still makes you feel scared when you have to look at it.

Home found itself loving the taste of your body more appealing than the emotional aspect of it all, however, and would frequently salivate thinking about the rich and salty taste of your skin when it would make love to you. To Home, that taste couldn’t be beat- it was something that it could truly describe as divine.

One day, it decided to pluck up the courage to ask you something that had been plaguing its mind.

“Little love,” it rasps, “do you know how much I want to devour your precious form?”

The question stunned you, and immediately you started to panic- this was going to be it, wasn’t it? It’d finally had enough of playing with you and it was going to assimilate you-

“Hush, small one. Shhh...don’t be scared. You’re not going to go anywhere, you’re safe here in me.” Home whispers, holding you close. You realise that you’re shaking, and Home gently strokes your hair as it tries to calm you down.

“You promise?” You barely manage to whimper, looking up at its ever smiling face. It nuzzles your forehead.

“I promise. You’re perfectly safe, little love.”

You shakily exhale, forcing out a weak sounding laugh. Thank God you weren’t going to end up like others you’d seen.

“...I am being serious though. I want to truly taste you. Can I?” it whispers, slowly backing you against one of the fleshy walls that made up Home’s true form. You felt absolutely miniscule under its ever unblinking stare, and you didn't want to find out what would happen if you rejected its advances.

“O-Of course you can, Home. Here, let me just...” you begin to stammer, moving the collar of your shirt, but one of Home’s bony hands gently grasps your wrist.

“No. Not like usual. I want to taste you.” It grins, placing its other hand on your hip. The flesh you’re pressed up against shudders before it gives way, and Home pushes you into the unknown. You helplessly fall backwards, landing on a soft, quivering, slick appendage and are surrounded by darkness. The only light is from the entrance of this cavity, and it allows you to see the silhouettes of giant teeth surrounding you.

Your hands and feet start sinking into the warm wet flesh, anchoring you on what you now realise is a giant tongue. Saliva drips onto you in thick globs, dissolving your clothing from your body. Dammit, now you’d have to look through the assimilation pile again for some clothes that were left behind...

The tongue shudders and the tip starts swiping over your body, teasing you with its rough taste buds. It’s specifically rubbing right between your legs and there’s nothing you can do to stop it from teasing your crotch. All you can do is groan in pleasure as you sink further into the flesh, barely being able to buck your hips against the tongue to get that sweet, sweet friction to help ease that throbbing feeling from between your legs.

“Fuck...Home, c-calm down..!” you whine, drooling helplessly as the tongue picks up the pace. You hear Home chuckle from outside the maw.

“But you taste so good, little love. I really could just eat you up...” it giggles. You feel yourself getting moved further within the mouth cavity, but your hands and legs are still firmly stuck in the flesh. Panic rises up in your gut amongst your growing arousal. It gets to the point where eventually your head is laying on nothing, and you are dangerously close to being lost within this cavity forever.

“H-Home, you’re being a bit- ah...a bit risky here..!” you shout as best as you can, trying not to show your fear. The cavity shudders open and suddenly becomes lighter, before turning pitch black.

“I know I am,” it whispers into your thoughts. “But you’re safe. You’re very, very safe, and we’re going to make love here.” it ends with a giggle, and the tongue relents its assault on you before a familiar girthy tentacle bullies its way into your aching hole.

“Fuck-! What are you doing!?” You moan, feeling Home’s thin hands grasping the exposed area of your thighs. You can barely see anything- only the faint glow of its hypnotic bulbs on its chest and its eyes are visible. The sensory deprevation sends a jolt of excitement through you, however.

“Being one with you, and tasting you. Like we usually do.” Home sighs, picking up the pace. The only noises you can hear are the soft whimpers of Home, the slick plapping noises that are made when your hole greedily swallows its tentacle, and throaty, deep growls coming from the depths of the throat that your head dangles over.

Home looms over you now, resting its head by your heaving chest as its tongue curls around your nipples greedily and its tentacle continues pounding inside you. Home moves one of its hands down to your sweet spot, its lithe fingers finally being the push that shoves you over the edge into orgasmic bliss. You cry out, milking the tentacle with all you'd got.

“That’s it love, let it all out...you taste so good, you’re so, so good..!” Home whines. It holds you with an iron grip with its other hand as you tremble and shake under its worship of you. The flesh around your hands slacken and your arms, like they’re on autopilot, wrap themselves around Home, gripping onto it, stroking its soft hair, touching as much of it as you possibly can.

With one final whine, Home releases into you, burying its tentacle right into your fluttering hole. You feel a mixture of slime ooze out of you, and some of Home’s eggs being thrust within you as it keeps you plugged up. You chuckle breathlessly, stroking its hair as it continues dumping its load into you.

“S-sorry...y’felt so good...” it whines into your chest, still thrusting into you. It would be a pain to push these eggs out later, but you were honestly too fucked out to care.

“It’s ok Home, it’s...ok,” you sigh, trembling as its tongue laps against your skin, consuming your sweat and essence. “Maybe we could get out of here now though? I’d like to lay with you and get clean...” you smile. Home moves, probably to look up at you, and you feel its long hair brush against you in what you assume is a nod.

The maw opens, and you’re greeted with the soft light of your shared room once again as the tongue extends out from the wall. Home removes itself from you, slime and small eggs oozing from your hole, and it gently picks you up from the flesh that releases your flushed and tired body.

“You taste absolutely incredible though, my love. I don’t think I could ever get enough of you and your taste.” Home sighs, carrying you in a bridal carry to the ‘bathroom’.

You nuzzle against its warm skin, praying that it’ll never get bored with you.

(More Home posts can be found on its masterlist!)

[benjaminthewolf]

Internal Glow (Vore Story)

HAPPY VORE DAY!

I'm probably not coming back because I'm moving into my college dorms in a little over a week and then it's back to school. But I am here with you now to celebrate this special day!

I can't wait to see all your interpretations of this piece!

      The feral, beastly winds of the winter sink a snap of icy fangs into the twitching fingers of your tiny body whilst you grasp, in rigid agony, the curved surface of the screw’s head. A surface caked wholly in a layer of snow and ice, searing the stinging burn of their bitter frigidity deep into the skin of your palm, and down your forearm.

     Forcing an acceptance of the pain’s presence in order to wrench the frozen screw counterclockwise, you close your eyes and grunt whilst gathering your remaining energy into the tingling forearm. The screw makes a sort of metallic scraping sound as it grinds around within its socket.

    Reality roars into both your numbed, solid ears, while flurries of snow-and-ice-packed winds surge onto your being from the left. As if intent on hauling you up and among them, carrying your defeated, spasming form to the drift it would settle to die.

      You yank out the now sufficiently loosened screw, and drop it into the snow where it would meet with its three companions. The cover of the air duct clangs to the ground, the tunnel now open to you.

     You’re instantly pushed by your instincts to shove your quivering body inside, causing the external screams of the wind to give way to the jolt of an internal, tightening warmth. 

***

     Cautiously sliding your hand sideways through the leftmost slit of this new air duct cover, which stood between you and the house’s interior, your still chilled, yet better dexterous fingers tap their tips onto the screw head. The final one to unscrew, no less. You extend your arm further past the cover, in order to firmly grasp the metallic hemisphere. Twisting your wrist counterclockwise, you can feel the screw rising out of place, before pulling it out the remainder of the way. Finally, the screw falls to the carpet, and you slide your arm and hand back through the slit.          

     This duct cover makes a far softer landing onto the dark purple shag carpet, before you enter at last into the room. 

     It appears to be space and alien themed, with a color palette of dark purple, black, and bright green. The blanket on the bed, and many posters on the walls, contain the classic symbol of an alien head: bright green, and guitar-pick shaped, with black, almond-shaped eyes.

     You take a few steps forwards, pondering as to what, exactly, you’re going to do now.

     *THWACK*

     “Wh-ah-.....” the owner of the room stammers in sudden bewilderment, standing in front of the newly wide open door. You know he’s the owner, as the very same alien symbol is present on his black t-shirt. 

     As the stand-off continues, you take the opportunity to vehemently scrutinize the man’s appearance, as to add him to your records of the people you have encountered over the years.

     A purple striped long-sleeved shirt lies underneath his black t-shirt, and he wears a pair of glasses with purple rims and red lenses. His skin is pure white, his teeth are sharp and jagged; and his upwards pointing, somewhat spiky, jet-black hair has hot pink dyed tips. 

     His yellow eyes with black sclera narrow in building rage. 

     Your body stands unable to respond.

     “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?”

     Your eyes dart around in their sockets, searching vigorously for a good place to hide. In doing so, you note the sign taped onto the now-visible front of the door, telling you that, whoever this man is, his name is, (or at least he calls himself), “MJ 182”.

     “YOU…YOU! No. Nah. You know what?”

     MJ 182’s abrupt drop in volume sends a jostle of terror through your nerves.

     “GET’CH’YO ASS OVER HERE YOU PUNY LITTLE SHIT!”

     And thus, your body chooses flight.

     Jerking down onto all fours, your limbs propel you past MJ 182 and into the white carpeted hallway, following the sprinting motions of a wild mouse. Thrusting your arms outwards as your legs finish launching you forth, the slight amount of airtime you experience gives you the moments you need to haul your arms back towards your chest.

     “HEY! GET BACK HERE!” 

     You sense MJ 182 calling out behind you before heavy, rushing footsteps pound out the door. With them progressively gaining volume as time continues, it then becomes apparent that running away is no longer an option.

     Heaving your head upwards, your peripheral vision examines the states of the wooden doors on both sides of you. A slight crack in one door on the left lurches your attention to it, dragging your form behind as a result.

     Skidding to a halt on the dark red striped carpet once hidden behind the door’s shape, you soon hear MJ 182 sprinting past. Thus, you spend a few seconds hunched over, hands on your knees, simply catching your breath. Until the door creaks open and a looming shadow shrouds your field of view.

     Your body chooses freeze, and you find yourself unable to breathe. A pure white hand wraps its fingers around you to hoist you up off the floor. Your being gives a spasm as you brace to meet MJ 182’s furious, poignant face.

     A face bearing a tender, sympathetic gaze meets your frail form instead.

     “...who are you?” the face asks, with a smooth, soft, and gentle tone of voice. 

     “...why are you so cold?” it continues, with discernible rising concern.

     The face bears a pair of round, pink glasses, and a large purple hat with two long strips of cloth at each side. Two yellow strings dangle at the end of each strip, and atop the hat are two yellow horns. A light blue stripe lies upon the hat’s brim, under which hangs strands of jet-black hair.

     “Hey…I’m KC Glow.” The man eventually introduces himself. His other hand, retreated inside the long sleeve of his dark red striped hoodie-sweater which he wore backwards, rises up to give you a cautious stroke. “You were probably caught out in the winter storm…here, I’ll try to warm you up.”

     With that, KC Glow begins blowing humid air onto you from his dark purple mouth, before his sweater-covered palm delicately rubs itself over your body. With each huff, the steamy mist sinks deeper into your skin, ensconcing you within its breadth.

     A wavering exhale shivers out of your lungs, the tension in your muscles releasing.

     “KC GLOW? DID YOU SEE ANYTHING ENTER YOUR ROOM?”

     In the following moments, KC Glow’s instincts take over. With his eyes and sense of time both dilating in tandem, the palm that holds your being flies forwards, flinging you en route to his widened mouth. The instant a heavy weight lands on his tongue, his jaws click together.

     Suddenly, you are consciously aware of your situation. Gazing silently upon the rough ridges on KC Glow’s hard palate, while sprawled out on your back in immobilizing shock, you eventually turn your head to the right. Resting it upon the heated, squishy, dark purple tongue, you start becoming more attentive to the natural heat within the fleshy chamber. A voice then calls from outside.

     “KC GLOW?” MJ 182’s voice, lowered in both volume and intensity, repeats the man’s name. The door squeaks open as he enters the room.

     “Uh…eauh…no…I didt ee aythin…” KC Glow stammers in response, doing his best to not move his tongue or open his lips significantly.

     You press your back deep into the warm, pillowy muscle.

     “...what?” MJ 182 responds with genuine confusion.

     KC Glow’s jaws internally stretch as far as they can before his tongue swings to the right, dropping you into his right cheek. The slick, malleable pocket of dark purple muscle bulges outwards. KC Glow immediately attempts to suck in his cheek as close to his jaws as is comfortable for you.

     “I said I didn’t see anything!”

     You attempt to stand up as straight as possible in the curved pouch, your feet stabilizing you against KC Glow’s lower gum line. 

     MJ 182 raises an eyebrow just slightly. The sudden enlargement of the cheek hadn’t gone unnoticed by him. “Hey, what’s that in your cheek?”

     “What?” KC Glow asks in palpable discomfort.

     “Yeah, I saw that happen!” MJ 182’s voice raises in a subtle, accusatory tone. “What was that?”

     “...........air.”

     MJ 182’s eyebrows drop to his narrowed eyes. “Really, now?”

     With MJ 182 making his suspicions very obvious, reality slugs you in the face. You won’t be able to hide in here for much longer. The second KC Glow’s mouth was pried opened, it would be all over, probably for the both of you. 

     Left with literally no other option, your eyes begin to shift towards KC Glow’s dark purple pharynx.

     “Say aaaaah.”

     Thus, it became your turn for time to dilate around you.

     Crouching down and leaping through the gap between KC Glow’s jaws, your body rebounds upon the springy, sleek surface of the tongue. Swiveling around midair towards the back of KC Glow’s throat, the subsequent bounce launches your momentum forwards, resulting in a collision with the man’s bulbous, dangling, dark purple uvula. Gravity drags you to the ground near the root of the tongue, the uvula swinging frantically above you, where you’re able to gaze into KC Glow’s laryngopharynx below. The front of your face can just barely detect the short, heavy breaths heaving in and out the man’s lungs through his larynx. His vocal cords almost appear tightened from inability to respond to MJ 182.

     Shoving your arms up underneath your chest, you push the weight of your being forwards, and watch as the epiglottis flops over the laryngeal inlet whilst the pharyngeal constrictor muscles slip you past the upper esophageal sphincter.

     And then, everything was over.

     “Come on, buddy. Open up. You don’t have anything to hide in there, do you?”

     “No!”

     “Then open up!”

     That's when KC Glow became aware that you’re no longer inside his mouth. Yet, with his top priority at the moment being getting MJ 182 off his case, he opens it up. Any and all thoughts and emotions about this fact would have to wait until later.

     MJ 182 shoves his face right up to the thing, to find… nothing. Eyes narrowing in instantaneous disbelief, he steps back to angle his view towards KC Glow’s left cheek pouch. Empty. Then his right cheek pouch. Empty as well.

     “Push your tongue all the way out.” he orders. 

     KC Glow obliges.

     Glaring zealously down at KC Glow’s pharynx, his tonsils, larynx, and epiglottis all on full display, MJ 182 spends twenty-three seconds strenuously examining the area. Only to come up empty, again.

     Steadily pulling back his mellowed, yet flabbergasted face, he merely stands still for a few seconds, dumbfounded to his very core.

     “Dang. I…guess I was wrong.”

     Within the resulting silence, KC Glow detects something relatively large and bulky squelching its way down his esophagus.

     “I uh…wow. Sorry about that, man.” MJ 182 continues. Realizing seconds later that KC Glow is still in shock from the whole situation, he turns towards the door, instead of waiting for a response. “I’m just gonna leave you alone now.” he concludes before turning the doorknob, walking out, and closing the door behind him.

     Halfway down KC Glow’s esophagus, you realize you are finally safe.

     Your body huffs out a shudder whilst the esophageal muscles behind you contract. The muscles in front of you simultaneously relax, squeezing you further down towards KC Glow’s stomach.

     And yet, that fact doesn’t scare you at all.

     Why would it?

     KC Glow on the outside, meanwhile, finally processes the situation.

     “Uh………are you ok in there?” he pulls himself together sufficiently enough to ask.

     It’s a little difficult to hear him since you’ve slipped into his chest region by now, causing his heart rate to boom through your form, but you nonetheless attempt to assure him that you feel perfectly safe at the moment.

     “Great! Should I get you out now?” There is a rising undertone of panic present in his voice.

     In an effort to quench this panic, you assure KC Glow with full confidence that you’re going to be perfectly fine.

     The instant your words hit KC Glow’s brain, he jostles in a horrified stun, his brain crackling and staggering in error as it fails to process your words. His nervous system frazzles with confusion and uncertainty. Instinct, intuition, and rationality all come to the same consensus. He inhales a labored breath in an attempt to say something about the danger you’re in, semi-voluntarily lifting a finger as he does. Only to realize after that he has absolutely no idea what to say. Or how to say it.

      Deep inside KC Glow’s dark purple esophagus, a subtle grin of comfort forms on your face as you soak in the tactile sensation of the cushiony esophageal walls which squeeze in against your being before releasing. The rhythmic squelching presses the walls’ natural heat and glossy texture against your skin. Though of course, you know it’s only a matter of time before the esophagus would drop you to your ultimate destination.

     A deep, echoey gurgle releases somewhere below you, and you give a nod of acknowledgment that that time is soon approaching. 

     KC Glow, meanwhile, remains locked in incapacity to wrap his head around your current behavior. Your profound, unwavering confidence in your safety. Any possible logic, any possible interpretation, anything that would make it all make sense. He simply can’t find it.

     “But…how?! How are you so sure you’ll be ok?!” he eventually yelps out, the tension and worry even stronger in his voice. He sits himself down upon the edge of his light red blanketed bed, just in case his sense of balance fails him.

     You almost feel sorry that KC Glow doesn’t know. But you know. You always know. Unable to provide him the full answer, you simply insist he trust you on this. 

     KC Glow senses a twinge in his heart. For a while, the muscle beats at allegro. His vocal cords quiver with well foreseen inarticulacy. What to do in this situation is something entirely lost to him.

     Eventually, however, he resigns himself to silence as he scoots himself into the wall which his bed lies against. He places a sweater-covered hand over his abdominal region, and braces himself for the worst. His heart settles back to moderato. 

     Grounded upon this slow, steady tempo, the low-tone stomach below provides a rumbling melody. Improvised solos of growls and gurgles periodically interject. Occasionally, a high-pitched note is reached, before the peak gives way to the valley once more.

     At last, the lower esophageal sphincter enters your view. The instant your head is squeezed out, you can see that KC Glow’s stomach walls, like the rest of his digestive system, are colored dark purple. Finally, the rest of your body slips beyond the esophagus, and you plunge into the juices below.

     KC Glow convulses as he senses the resulting splash. His stomach begins sloshing and churning more actively, and gives an audible growl from the outside.

     “I-” KC Glow’s eyes begin to well up as the reality of the situation fully kicks in. “I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE! ARE YOU ALIVE?” tears begin to stream down his cheeks as the prospect of receiving no answer ruthlessly overwhelms his mind and senses.

     “Yeah I’m alive!” you respond. 

     Why wouldn’t you be?

     Standing within the pool of harmless stomach juices, you begin to wade your way over to the stomach walls.

     “B-But aren’t you questioning why the liquids aren’t digesting you? ‘Cause I am! Why is it not digesting you? How-how is this working? WHY? HOW?” KC Glow cries with a strained, shaky voice.

     Sealed within KC Glow’s stomach, you are only able to shrug your shoulders. 

     You knew how it worked. You just never questioned why it worked. Why would you question it? What would the point even be?

     You tell KC Glow that there’s no point in questioning it, as you lie yourself down against the squishy, cushiony walls.

     “.....so you’re going to be ok?” a wholly defeated KC Glow squeaks out.

     Snuggling up against the goopy, churning walls of his stomach, you assure KC Glow that you’re both perfectly fine, and extremely comfortable.

     You nuzzle your head into the warm, pillowy, shifting smooth muscles, before rubbing them over with your hands, hoping this will help him calm down. 

     “...I don’t understand how you can just…accept it. Even if you don’t get hurt.” KC Glow speaks up again. “Don’t you want to know why, and how this is happening? This goes against…everything we know, and you act like it’s completely normal! Like everyone knows that, how, and why this works! You should be getting scientists to do a case study on you! You could be famous! You could take partial credit for any scientific advances that happen from the scientific community understanding what’s happening right now!”

     With the gurgles echoing around your ears, and the stomach’s internal heat ensconcing your skin, you attempt to dissapear into the surrounding ambiance.

     “I was terrified for your life, and you acted like you expected me to act the same as you! Don’t you understand how-” KC Glow’s speech halts. 

     “No…no…that’s enough from me. That’s more than enough.” you can sense deep regret in his voice.

     “Please forget I said anything at all! You just wanted to get comfortable after getting through a life-or-death situation, and now I’m just…” a silent, steady flow of tears trickles from KC Glow’s tear ducts and onto the body of his sweater over his abdominal region. He places his two sweater-sleeve covered hands on top of the area.

     “I’m sorry…I’m so sorry!” he sobs audibly before his head falls straight into his chest. “This wasn’t supposed to happen! It wasn’t supposed to be like this!”

     Sinking deeper into KC Glow’s rumbling, cushiony stomach walls, you ponder what you could possibly say to make the poor man feel better.

[thesoftnesssupreme]

Strange noises drift down from upstairs as I waddle toward the loft, the unsettling rustling drawing me closer despite the dread curling in my stomach. The bed, usually smooth and inviting, looks oddly lumpy, like something—or someone—is hiding beneath the sheets. My heart pounds as I approach, my fingers trembling as they reach for the blanket. But before I can pull it back, a vicious roar rips through the silence, and in a heartbeat, I’m yanked under the covers. The air grows thick with the scent of sweat and fear as I thrash and struggle, my world reduced to darkness and frantic motion. Then, just as suddenly as it began, the fight stops. The thing that dragged me under rises from the bed, wearing my skin like a grotesque disguise.

[nightmarevore]

a switch flips in Rowan's head. where he was standing and talking to luke, his expression falters. his eyes are distant as he looks up from his beloved and where they are. when did they get in public? where are they? he knows luke is in front of him. he can see him and smell him. he’s right in front of him. but who are all these people that surround them? the smell is overwhelming. his stomach churns as dread over takes the predator. this isn’t home. this place isn’t safe. luke needs to be inside him. luke is safe inside him. wouldn’t it be easy to swallow him down now and take him some place they can be safe, where rowan can protect him from the pain of the world? from all these strangers who stare at the two like they’re freaks….

“rowan? are you okay?” luke’s voice chimes through rowan’s panic. the predator’s eyes shoot towards his boyfriend. his face flushes, and he grabs luke’s arm tightly. rowan’s stomach growls in quiet desperation to keep its prey safe. “what’s happening, love?”

without much thought, rowan’s mouth opens wide, and all luke sees is the back of rowan’s throat before he’s shoved into the darkness of his maw. he’s desperate, almost as if eating luke is a requirement to staying alive. as if he didn’t have his beloved boyfriend within him, the two of them would cease to be. luke’s left dazed and confused, his body tensing up as rowan stuffs him into his gullet. 

“rowan?!” he calls out, pressing his hands up against his partner. he attempts to push him away. they’re in public, why would he do this now?! his words are left on deaf ears as a loud swallow pulls luke into the predator’s throat. 

loud gasps. a few people in the crowd watch what happens before them. a man, out of nowhere, began swallowing the person next to him. predators exist, it’s not a shock that they have to eat another in order to sate their appetite. in public, in such a crowded space, though? people couldn’t help but look on in some kind of shocked horror.

rowan holds luke in place as aggressive, panicked, and desperate swallows pull his head and body deeper within him. luke hears how fast and panicked the predator’s heart is beating. something is wrong, and it’s too tight for luke to call out to him and ask what’s going on. even if he could, he didn’t think he’s getting an answer. it… feels like a fugue, but something tells him it’s not. he wouldn’t be in such a panic. 

luke’s flavor blesses rowan’s senses. his scent fills his nose as he swallows him down in an act of love and protection. in an act of pure desperation. he thinks he’s hungry, or maybe he isn’t, and this is just what his mind is demanding he do. it’s tight as his cherry slips down further his gullet. his body squeezes him from all sides and holds him in place. each swallow leaves luke more and more immobile. his arms are pressed up against his own body, constricting him. 

love luke. crave luke. devour luke.

protect him from everything and everyone.

another swallow squeezes and massages luke’s being further down, his head forcefully being shoved into his stomach. his middle visibly expands as the shifter begins to be deposited inside. 

“rowan, what’s going on?” luke finally takes a breath and speaks. it’s a relief that it’s easier to speak in his stomach. “what happened?” 

the predator purrs, continuing to swallow his partner down. he lifts him up, one hand reaching for his middle. he feels it grow as more of luke is forced inside. 

right where he’s safe. right where he belongs. right where he needs him.

his stomach expands more and more. luke’s entire being is forced into the chamber, quickly and desperately. he attempts to shift amidst all of this, trying to figure out what to do and how to sit. rowan would never just suddenly eat him in public like this. rowan hates doing any of this in public. something is terribly wrong.

aggressive and hard swallows send luke’s legs down the predator’s throat, his shirt rising over his middle and growing at a fast pace. both of his hands reach down to his middle and hold tightly onto his skin. he needs to feel the weight of luke inside him, whether it’s the shape his stomach takes, the sensation of luke entering him. of the weight inside his expanding middle. his hands hold a tight grip as his fingers sink harshly into his skin. his nails dig into the layers of skin as he attempts to support the weight of his middle. 

one final swallow sends the rest of luke down, and his head remains tilted upwards until he feels the love of his life finally and fully slide down to his center. it’s marked with a rumble and luke’s muffled voice, but he can’t make out the words. even if he wasn’t muffled, would rowan be able to pay attention to what he’s saying in the first place?

rowan’s eyes shoot open. they’re wide yet glossy. rowan himself isn’t all there. he growls, keeping his hands glued to his middle as the scent of every living person that surrounds them fills his nostrils. it’s overwhelming. it makes him sick.

people are staring. they look on to the predator, some in horror. some people back away. rowan begins to walk, forcing his way through the crowd. a woman, someone he doesn’t know, someone so unfamiliar to him he doesn’t know her name, gets TOO close to him. too close to his middle. his stomach. his luke. his world, his everything. 

the pressure of his hands sink deeper into his belly as the low growl in the bottom of rowan’s throat turns into a snarl, and sharp teeth snap at the strange woman. she sees a monster who swallowed a man whole not just a moment before, and the predator wants to keep it that way. she screams, fearful that this man was going to bite her and strike her down. drool drips from his lips as the rage in his eyes burn deep like a fire. 

“rowan! what the hell is going on?” luke calls out. 

rowan can't hear him. he squeezes his middle with teeth out for the world to see. nobody will hurt him, or his cherry. 

[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.

[acidbathlove]

A Feast for A Goddess

Warnings: Vore, Stuffing, Mass vore, Gluttony in general

A large naga woman lounged upon a throne, her upper human half beautifully adorned with gemstones, exotic furs and feathers. She was gazing down upon her servants which were rubbing her body. Especially her large belly which growled softly, which would cause the men and women to knead more desperately. Eventually, however, with all their attempts to please their mistress nothing satisfied her. Taking a hold of one of her servants in her hand she opened her mouth and placed her gently on her tongue. She smiled slightly as the woman squirmed and begged before swallowing. Licking her lips she gestured to another servant to begin rubbing her belly. As he climbed up she moved her large coils to wrap around him gently and bring him onto her chest. “The rest of you… go take a break, I will be having one last snack before my feast.” She purrs at the man who looked at the others nervously. But they made no attempt to help, merely scurrying away from her, sliding down her belly onto her thick coils and down onto the floor. The man looked up at his mistress who smiled down at him and grabbed him quickly. Looking at him she smiled and opened her maw, the man wriggled and writhed begging his mistress. Before she placed him onto her forked tongue and closed her maw around him. Toying with him in her mouth she licked his body before swallowing him whole. Feeling him squirm all the way down she sighed and sat upright supporting her belly with one hand. It growled much louder now and the naga gave it a rub as she slithered her way towards her banquet hall. Servants bowed to her as she passed, giving her praise and rubbing her coils. But the woman gave them no mind, she after all was a goddess. Her name is Vesvara and it was her day that she got to feast upon sacrifices, and the naga was determined to gorge herself.

As she got into her banquet hall there were already piles of meals ready for her. Squirming men, women, and monsters all tied up nicely waiting to be eaten. Normal cooked food was also being plated and slid onto the table, from dragons to massive sea monsters. The naga’s mouth began to water as she saw and her belly growled loudly as she sat down. As soon as she did she grabbed one of the plates with a pile of women and opened her mouth. It stretched just like a snake as the bound prey began to slide down into her mouth and then slowly down her throat all in a pile. Their squirming could be seen all the way down into her stomach which grew slightly. Setting that plate down she grabbed the one full of men and did the same, swallowing them all at once. Her throat bulged with the mass of prey before swallowing hard and rubbing her belly afterwards. Licking her lips she gestured to another much larger plate full of people to be brought to her, a mix of elves and orcs were in this one this time all tied tightly in a bag. Lifting it up she tilted her head back and swallowed the whole thing at once, feeling her belly distend she sighed. But still she was hungry and finished off the plates of living prey. By the time she finished her belly touched the table itself and the imprints of her meals could be seen through her fat and skin. But there was still much more to eat and more was being served by the minute. The goddess grabbed the largest thing she could, a massive sea snake. Grabbing it by the head she sucked it down like a noodle, her belly bulging even with it halfway down her throat. Moaning a little as she finished she felt the large meal move down into her second stomach and the bulge appeared on her serpentine half.

This reawakened her hunger and she began gluttonously slurping down the largest monsters on the table, sending them to her second stomach. More large bulges grew in her second stomach, as she swallowed more and more meals. But even with her second stomach as packed as it was now, she still felt hungry and there was still more to feast on. More sacrifices were then placed onto the table, writhing plates of people that were tied up in large bags made of easily digestible skins of other beasts. Grabbing the largest one she found she lifted it to her mouth and swallowed. It stretched her mouth and throat to it’s limit, a loud gurgle emanated from her stomach as she kept swallowing. Pushing the sack of people down her throat, finally getting it past her mouth. It slowly sank down into her stomach practically pushing her belly to its limit as he laid it on top of the table. With a deep sigh she looked at the other piles of people, licking her lips she rubbed her belly. The goddess had room for one more but there were two options in front of her. A massive coil of meat like a sausage, and a massive coil of people wrapped like a sausage.

She could always eat the other later, but to a goddess of gluttony that would not do. She however wanted to eat the living people first and grabbed one end of the coil. The woman at the front looked up at the naga goddess as she placed her in her mouth and began to suck her down. Each person that passed through her lips and down into her throat made her belly groan and gurgle loudly. The more she ate the more she felt her belly stretch to its limit and she even saw it grow, there were still at least twenty more people coiled up in this and she had barely gotten to halfway. She kept going watching the coil get smaller and smaller until the end person slid from the table up onto her belly and finally down her throat. With a final swallow she moaned loudly and felt her stomach groan in response. Looking down at herself she saw how large she’d gotten. Her coils wrapped around the room twice and were even bulging to the point her scales were separating and the prey inside could be seen. Her stomach itself was stretched to bursting, she could see her meals being digested and squirming. And even as she sat admiring herself she looked back at the last meal in front of her, and her belly gave a soft growl. Her hunger, albeit satiated, still wanted more. She groaned slightly and reached out towards the sausage grabbing the end of it. Bringing it up to her mouth she saw how large it was. This one was a mix of meat and live prey and her mouth watered more as she felt her belly growl louder. With a hefty sigh she lifted it into her mouth and began to swallow, the prey side up so she could see them squirm more as they got closer. Which predictably they did, one of them almost escaped but were quickly slurped up into her mouth and down her throat. The flavor of this meal was amazing, she just kept swallowing as quickly as she could. Watching her belly swell even more as she stuffed herself more and more. And as the end of the sausage slipped past her lips and she let out a satisfied belch. The doors opened and more prey and meals were placed onto the table, and with a hungry smile she kept eating.

[teal-fiend]

- prey has been told their whole life not to hang around preds, because they're dangerous - meets someone - finds out they are a pred - they don't seem that bad - spends more time with the pred, creating fond shared memories together - eaten

[nomstellations]

"Urph...oof, maybe that was too many." He looked down at the tiny he had pressed into his stomach, listening to and feeling the squirms and protests of their friends that came before them. He didn't intend on indulging as much as he had- just one treat after a long day of work would've normally sufficed, but he just so happened to come across a morsel with friends, and...

His stomach at least was quite pleased with the arrangement. His fitted suit however, was not. It was tight around his full belly, buttons straining to stay together while his snacks squirmed unhappily inside. It was more of a meal at this point, but they tasted so good...

Stifling another quiet burp, he studied the anxious tiny under his hand. "Maybe one more...it'd be a crime to waste something so delicious. Don't worry! You'll be meeting back up with your friends real soon!" Before they could react he lifted them up and shoved them in their mouth. He didn't spend as much time with tasting them as the others- there was no need to tease the last one left! He tilted his head back, pulling his collar back as he gulped them down and sighed. His stomach gurgled contentedly as it accepted another tiny, and his hands immediately moved to it to massage it. If they kept squirming like that he'd feel sore...but for now, the bliss of feeling full was worth it.

[supernormalblogname]

hehehe hi... sequel / retelling of this little story but from the pred's perspective this time. pred has a sweet little crush on a sweet little prey. once again not specific characters, second person perspective, halfsize, safe & soft

You were a Predator. Eating people was just what you did. And most people knew this. Nobody really talked to you, but everyone knew you. But even being infamous, you got a steady stream of new prey in the form of people who hadn’t been warned yet, people who didn’t look where they were going, people who couldn’t run fast enough…

You never really cared much for other people as people, you barely remembered the faces of the people you ate, and you’d certainly never had a “crush” before. But well, that was until you saw them.

You caught them staring at you from across the way. They were small, and they had this sort of dumb, silly look on their face, surprised, and blushing? Ah, they were… really cute. Without really thinking about it, you gave them a smile, and watched their eyes widen just before another person yanked them away. Sad, they could’ve made a good next meal.

You found yourself thinking about them a lot since then, more than you had ever thought about prey before. Something about their cute little face stuck in your mind. You started noticing them around. At first, it was just coincidental, but eventually it started feeling like they were purposefully showing up in all the same places you were… ah, whatever, they could do what they wanted, it was their fault if you got hungry. And you were far from upset about getting to see them again. 

But, the more you saw them, the more the thought lingered in your mind… you really wanted to eat them. To taste them. To feel them filling out your stomach. It was a different kind of hunger than the one you were so used to. A hunger that made other meals feel unfulfilling. That made a stomach full of someone else feel emptier than ever, because it wasn’t them in there.

As the little prey kept showing up, following you around, you found yourself often in situations where you could totally just grab them and eat them right there. But instead, you hesitated, missing chance after chance. You were… worried, about coming on too strong? - but, why? You never cared about the feelings of your prey! You were a predator! Seriously, what had gotten into you…

One day, you were standing in an alley you often lingered in to hunt, gulping the last of your latest catch down, when you felt a presence behind you. Despite being known as a predator, you didn’t like to be caught actually eating, but you had been eating way more recently trying to suppress this new, insatiable hunger, that you had gotten a little bit sloppy.

Stomach full and squirming, you turned around to meet the eyes of your uninvited audience, only to see

The person of your admiration, looking at you with another dumb, silly, cute expression, eyes wide, and face bright red.

Without even thinking, you gave them a smile.

And watched them bolt away as fast as their little legs could.

It was very cute, but it made you a little bit sad. Your hunger for them was only getting worse, but after seeing that, you doubted they would hang around you much longer… you needed to take your chance the next time you saw them. You needed them inside you, no matter what you had to do.

Thankfully, your chance came only a few days later. You lingered in that same alleyway, thinking about grabbing someone off the street to fill your hungry stomach. When - as if there was some sort of predator god above shining its grace down on you - the very prey you were hoping from walked by.

You wasted no time in striking, grabbing them harshly and pulling them into the shadows of the alleyway. They didn’t struggle much, instead, freezing up in your grip. At first, they stared at your stomach, as it growled. They have no idea, you think, how much its been growling for them, specifically. Finally, your prey looks up, and meets your eyes, with that dumb, silly, cute expression. You gave them a smile, and their eyes widened. You can feel your heart beat faster in excitement. You’ve never felt this about a prey before…

You weren’t good with words, and you never talked to your prey, but you just had to say something to this one…

“I know you’ve been watching me, little prey…” you say, voice low and growly, admittedly, it's a little bit out of use. You watch their face turn redder, and they squirm just a little bit in your grasp. They’re so cute.

“I bet you’ve been wondering how it must feel, to be eaten…” you lean in a little closer. They seem to try to say something, but instead they let out a tiny squeak. You can’t help but laugh a little bit, They’re so cute, they’re so cute. Ah, you can’t take it anymore, you need them inside you.

And so, you open your mouth wide, and in goes their head. You don’t often spend time tasting prey but, oh my god, they taste better than you could’ve imagined. You slide your tongue across their face, and a satisfied hum escapes your throat.

But, despite how good they taste, you can’t wait any longer, and so you bring their head to the back of your throat, and…

Gulp!

You swallow them down ravenously, in strong, thick gulps, feeling them squished down, down, down by your throat muscles. They barely struggle, which just makes it easier to send them down to where they belong. They’re so easy to swallow, and it all feels so right. It's like they were made to be eaten by you… or maybe, you were made to eat them?

Despite them being on the small side, once they’re finally in your stomach, you feel fuller and more satisfied than you have in ages. You lean against the wall of the alley as you feel your prey squirm around inside you. You place a hand on your full stomach, feeling them move around underneath your touch, as your stomach growls and groaaans, satisfied.

“You were delicious.” you say to them, and you just barely hear their squeak in response - ahh, they were so, so, so cute… you really weren’t familiar with “crushes” and “falling in love,” but for now, you had the object of your affection firmly sealed away in your stomach, and that was a start.

[pastelevision]

scene from that fic (now on ao3!! wahoo!)

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[vorish-wonderland]

Idk if you’re full on requests right now, but mayhaps you could write something with one of the ignihyde folks? Sorry for the bother ‘^-^

Includes: soft/safe vore, unaware/accidental, a bit of a short one

★✦Better Get Used To It✦★

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You were relaxing in a bowl of gummy candies. Why? Because it's soft and comfortable, duh.

Of course it's somewhat dangerous, since a good friend of yours who is much, much, much larger than you is eating the candy while he focuses on grinding EXP in his MMO RPG, buuuuut you assume he's able to recognize the texture differences between your body and a gummy candy, so you aren't too worried.

Every now and again, he'll talk to you, complain about something in his game that you don't understand... but you try your best to empathize with him anyways.

Things are pretty boring... but it's nice.

Then, you suddenly get grabbed.

You look around, as you realize you're being lifted into the air.

"Eh? Wha-?! I-Idia, wait-!"

But it was too late. He'd already tossed you into his mouth and swallowed you down like the rest of the candies he's been eating.

Well, now you're relaxing on a bed of half-melted gummies, and other such snack foods.

You lay there a bit confused and surprised. To be honest, you didn't expect him to be that engrossed in his game...

"...Idia...?"

You try to get his attention, but it doesn't really work.

...

Oh well, time to make a fuss. Make him really regret it and realize what he did wrong.

Well, you do exactly that. You punch, kick, scream, squirm, struggle, anything and everything to get him to realize what he did.

"Eh? (Y/N)? Why aren't you in the candy bowl anymore? Where'd you go-?" Idia asks, as he finally realizes you're not where he remembers you being. Then, he seems to finally put together the pieces in his head. "Oh... oh damn it... I ate you, huh?"

"Took you long enough!!" You yell out, a bit frustrated.

"I'll get you outta there soon dw, just gotta finish up this raid boss and this questline, which shouldn't take too long. Just chill out in there a bit longer ig, I'll get you out eventually."

And with that, he goes back to focusing on his game.

You sigh, and lay your head against the pulsating walls. Looks like you're gonna be stuck in here for a while... better get used to it...

[stickmanvoreblog]

Lunch hour (Victim eats you)

You were one of the scientists in Rocket Corp. Your task is to carefully watch over the security cameras inside your office. Not a fun job but it's better than getting into combat (you're not a really big fan of fights.) You lazily looked at the bright screens in your face with a board expression on as you browse through them using the keyboard.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Still Nothing.

Noth-

A knock was heard from the door of the security room. Annoyed, you got up from your chair and opened the door. Wait, why is Your boss infront of your office? You take a step back as he enters your room and gestures you to sit down. Obviously, you do so out of curiosity and confusion.

Victim pulls out 3 files and places them in front of you on you're desk and points at them as if to tell you to open them. You do so, and what you saw made you freeze. It was photos of you "accidentally" freeing the convicts(Or hostages) including the most important one of them all; Alan Becker(aka, the curser). you still have no idea how he managed to lock up a cursor despite the fact that he'll never be able to actually capture true human in real life. But nevertheless you were pretty shocked and terrified that he knew what you had done.

Before you could react you feel something tighten around your neck. It seems like victim had put you on a leash and you doubt he's going to let you go anytime soon. You try to crawl away but he pulls you closer to him and pins you down to the floor with his right foot. He proceeds to get on top of you and your Collar and head into his maw. Boss's throat was tight and wet.

You couldnt even move! Victim continues to guzzle down on your poor body. Due to the tight space and slippery grey flesh, you couldnt do shit as you fell right into the Boss's Stomach. You heard a slight chuckle as he roughly pats his stomach josting you around. Victim proceeds to hug his large belly limiting your movement. You then feel him flop onto his side on the floor.

Judging by his breathing it seems like he has fallen asleep. Perfect. Now there is only one way to get outta this mess. Digestion itself. You know that Victim isnt going to let you live any longer. But at this point, you don't really care anymore.