#vore foodplay

[cybersoldier82]

*inhales* K

Honestly? Just ask lol, if I wanna be nome and a pred buddy is near I just ask em to nom me. Buuuuut I do like to offer myself up w some snacks if I’m in a mood for shenanigans >:3c

[urfavoritewriter]

All-Inclusive

A personal story where I indulge in some of the things I like, needed to write a lil thing after the comms.

Content: M/M Vore, Oral Vore, Casual Vore, Teasing, Prey POV, Head-First Swallowing, Belly Bulge, Belly Rubs, Burping, Dom/Prey Dynamics, Tight Stomach, Digestion Implied, Foodplay Themes, Public Vore, Pred/Prey, Power Dynamics, Size Difference, Belly Play

You weren’t supposed to be here.

The invitation came at the last minute—your co-worker, Steve, bailing on the cruise the day before it set sail. You figured it’d be a nice break from the usual grind, maybe even a chance to unwind for once. But now, standing awkwardly in the corner of the cruise buffet with a half-eaten bread roll in hand, you’re wondering if this was a mistake. The other guests are all annoyingly tanned and carefree, laughing too loud, drinking too much, while you hover on the outskirts, hoping to blend in.

And then he walks in.

He looks like every guy who’s way too comfortable on vacation���open Hawaiian shirt barely clinging to his broad shoulders, linen shorts sitting low on his hips, and a pair of aviators perched on his nose even though you’re indoors. His bare chest glistens slightly, either from the heat or leftover pool water, and his stomach... well, it’s impossible to ignore. A soft roundness presses against his waistband—bigger than just a food baby but not quite a beer belly—making it clear that he’s spent more time at the buffet than the gym lately.

You keep staring. You can’t help it. The lazy, swollen curve of his belly, the way it subtly bounces with each step, it’s weirdly... captivating. You pretend to look away every time his head turns, but after a while, it’s obvious you’ve been caught.

“The fuck you lookin' at, man?” His voice cuts through the noise of the buffet, sharp but casual, his tone more annoyed than curious. He raises an eyebrow, tugging his shirt open a little more and tilting his head. “You got a problem or somethin’? Keepin’ an eye on me like I stole somethin’.”

You blink, startled. “What? No, I wasn’t—”

“Bullshit,” he cuts you off, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He pats his belly lazily, making it jiggle just enough to draw attention. “You been eye-fuckin’ this gut since I walked in. What, jealous or somethin'?”

Heat crawls up your neck. “I wasn’t—”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He rolls his eyes, brushing past you to load up his plate with more food. You think that’s the end of it—just another awkward interaction to forget about. But when he comes back, plopping down at the table next to yours, he’s not done.

“Got you curious, huh?” he says through a mouthful of shrimp. He leans back in his chair, letting his gut poke out even further. “What, this?” He pats his stomach again, louder this time, grinning as he catches you glancing at it. “Yeah, buffet did me in real good. You like it or somethin’, weirdo?”

You sputter, unsure how to respond. “I-I wasn’t—”

He snickers, clearly enjoying your discomfort. “Nah, you were. Don’t even lie about it.” He leans forward, resting one arm on the table, the other lazily rubbing circles over his belly. “What’s the deal, huh? Ain’t never seen a dude enjoy himself before?”

You try to laugh it off, but the sound dies in your throat when he shifts in his seat, scooting closer. His knee bumps yours under the table, and he smirks, catching the way you stiffen.

“Y’know,” he says, voice dropping a little lower, “if you like it so much, you could always get a closer look.” His grin is sharp, playful, but there’s something dangerous lurking beneath it. “Or... hell, maybe you wanna get inside, yeah? Make yourself useful.”

You blink, heart thudding against your ribs. “What?”

He burps—loud, unapologetic, the sound rumbling out of him like a challenge. He grins afterward, swiping a thumb across his lips. “Ahh, sorry, man. That shrimp’s fightin’ back.” He gives his belly a rough pat, making it jiggle again. “Might need somethin’ heavier to settle it, though. What d’you think?”

You try to back away, but he leans in, crowding you against the table. His stomach presses against your side, soft and warm, trapping you in place. “C’mon now, don’t be shy,” he teases, grinning down at you. “You been starin’ all night. Might as well make it worth your while.”

You try to stammer out a response, but he’s already moving—grabbing the chair beside yours and spinning it around to straddle it, his gut practically resting on your arm now. “What, you think I’m jokin’?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. “Nah, man. I reckon you’d fit just right in here.”

He burps again, this time blowing it right in your face with a laugh. “Whew, you smell that? That’s what’s waitin’ for ya.” He grins as you cough, waving his hand dramatically. “Bet it’ll be nice n’ cozy in there, though. You look like the type that’d enjoy it.”

You try to shift away, but his hand lands on your thigh, heavy and warm, keeping you in place. “Nah, don’t run now,” he murmurs, leaning closer. “Bet you’re wonderin’ what it feels like, huh? Bein’ all snug in there... squished up tight.”

You swallow hard, pulse pounding in your ears. He smirks, clearly seeing the panic in your eyes, and leans back a little, giving his belly a satisfied rub. “You know you want to, man. Might as well admit it.”

Before you can respond, he hooks an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer until your face is nearly pressed into his gut. “There ya go,” he chuckles, giving you a playful shake. “Feel that? That’s where you’re goin’, dude. Right in here.”

His hand slides to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair. “C’mon now, don’t fight it,” he whispers, voice low and teasing. “Gonna swallow you whole, nice n’ easy. Just gotta relax.”

He opens his mouth slightly, letting his tongue flick out as if already tasting you. “Bet you’ll taste better than the shrimp, too.”

He doesn’t waste time. One moment, you’re staring at his smug grin, and the next, his hand is gripping the back of your head, fingers tangled roughly in your hair. He’s not gentle about it—there’s no hesitation. His lips stretch wide, and suddenly, your face is pressed into the slick, wet heat of his mouth.

It’s overwhelming. His tongue slathers across your cheeks, slick and hot, tasting you with broad, lazy strokes. A deep, muffled groan rumbles from his throat, vibrating through your entire skull. You try to squirm, but his hands are firm, holding you steady as he takes his time with each slow, deliberate lick. Every moan feels like satisfaction rolling off him in waves, like he’s savoring you.

Your shoulders bump against his lips next, and his jaw works over you greedily, tugging you in deeper with each wet, heavy gulp. The heat is suffocating—humid and thick, making it hard to breathe as his throat tightens around your face. All you can hear are the squelching sounds of his tongue and the soft, satisfied noises escaping from his chest as he pulls you in inch by inch.

He tries to speak—just once. A garbled, muffled attempt that sounds something like “mmmff…ffuck”—but the words get lost around your body, swallowed up by the slick confines of his mouth. He gives up after that, focusing on the task at hand, each gulp dragging you deeper into the dark, wet tunnel of his throat.

The pressure is intense, your head squeezing further into him with every swallow. His throat ripples around you, muscles working to pull you down, relentless and greedy. You can feel his pulse hammering against your skin, the thrum of it steady and strong as his throat flexes around your shoulders. It’s tight—unbearably tight—and every inch of progress feels like you’re being forced deeper into something inescapable.

His belly gurgles loudly, as if in anticipation, the sound vibrating through you as your head begins to slide past the opening into his gut.

And then, suddenly, you’re in.

The transition is abrupt—one second, your head is squeezed in the tight heat of his throat, and the next, you’re sliding into the slick, churning pit of his stomach. It’s hotter here, wetter too. The walls of his gut press in from every side, slick with juices that coat your skin, thick and warm. You feel something soft brush against your cheek—the remnants of the shrimp he’d devoured earlier, half-digested and floating in the sour broth of his stomach.

The air is thick, sour with the smell of food and digestive acids, and it clings to every breath you manage to steal. His stomach groans deeply, the sound vibrating through the tight space, as if welcoming its newest occupant. It squeezes around your head, kneading you into place like you already belong there.

Outside, the pred grunts with effort, his throat still working to swallow more of you down. The world narrows to the relentless pull of his gut and the humid press of his belly against your body. Your chest is next, sliding past his lips with a wet shlop as he takes another gulp, dragging you deeper.

His moans are louder now, reverberating through your entire body. Each noise is a mix of satisfaction and exertion, a primal sound that makes it clear he’s not just enjoying this—he’s thriving on it. His gut stretches to accommodate you, the skin bulging as more of your body disappears inside. You can feel it growing tighter, pressing you into the mess of half-digested shrimp and thick gastric juices already sloshing around inside.

You try to push back, just on instinct, but it’s no use. His throat is too tight, too determined to let anything go but down. Another wet gulp drags your waist past his lips, and you feel the rest of your body shift, sliding further into the sweltering heat of his gut.

By the time he gets to your thighs, his pace has quickened, each swallow coming more eagerly than the last. He’s lost in it now—every moan, every rumble of his belly a clear sign that he’s fully given in to the pleasure of swallowing you. His throat pulls you down greedily, his hands gripping your legs to guide them in, shoving the last of you inside.

Your legs kick weakly as they slide past his lips, but he just groans, one final, satisfied sound, and tilts his head back with a deep, powerful swallow.

Schlop.

The last of you slips down his throat, and with a loud, contented gulp, you’re gone.

Inside his belly, everything is tight, wet, and sweltering. The stomach walls squeeze you from all sides, pressing you deeper into the mess of food and digestive juices. Every shift of his body sends ripples through the tight space, sloshing you around like just another meal. The air is so thick it’s hard to breathe, each shallow inhale filling your lungs with the sour scent of digestion.

And then, outside, you hear it—a loud, rumbling burp that echoes through the confined space of his stomach, shaking you to your core.

“Oooof,” he groans, rubbing a hand lazily over the massive swell of his gut. “Man, you settled in good. Felt ya fightin’ for a second there—thought I might have to spit ya out. But nah... you fit just right.”

He leans back in his chair, letting his gut hang heavy between his thighs, bulging out with the clear outline of your body inside. “Shit,” he mutters, giving his belly a satisfied slap. “You’re bigger than you looked. Got me feelin’ all stretched out n’ shit.”

His fingers trace slow circles over the bulging curve of his stomach, feeling the way you shift slightly beneath the surface. Another burp rumbles out of him, this one even louder than the last, and he grins, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Whew. Yeah, that’s what I needed.” He grins, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “Bet you thought you’d freak me out or somethin’, huh? Like I’d be all weirded out by this shit. Nah, man. I think I’m gonna keep ya in here a while.”

He stretches lazily, letting out a contented sigh. “Shit, maybe I’ll even take ya out for a walk. Show ya off a bit. Let everybody see what a good fuckin' job I did stuffin’ ya down in there.”

His hand presses down harder on his gut, squishing you deeper into the mess inside. You hear him chuckle low in his throat, the sound vibrating through every inch of his belly.

“Bet they’ll get a kick outta seein' this,” he says, patting his gut one more time. “Big ol’ belly full of some weirdo who couldn’t keep his eyes to himself.”

With that, he leans back, letting his belly settle heavy and round against his lap, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. “Yeah... think I’m gonna like havin’ ya in there. Hope you’re comfy, dude. ‘Cause you ain’t goin’ anywhere.”

And with one last, lazy burp, he pats his gut again, closing his eyes with a contented sigh.

“You’re mine now.”

[stomach-rental]

A commission of one of my friend's characters having a Louis Snack....he's happier than normal because he has gone through some Character Development rp wise, alright. He gets to enjoy being Raspberry covered now

Louis belongs to @peachnewt and her series, Getting in Deep. The other character here will remain anonymous.

[bramble-mouse]

You sit in a loud stomach packed full of Thanksgiving food actively digesting around you. It's disgusting in here and after a loud groan followed by a lurch, causing the belly owner's stomach contents to churn dangerously around you, you manage to get your leg out of the chyme and give a fleshy wall a solid kick. The entire chamber shudders.

"Oww! I said I was sorry!"

Bramble winces.

"I didn't see you on my plate, I swear."

You shout obscenities and flail about inside the bubbling food filled pit that is your giant friend's gut. Your words are muffled.

"Look, you'll be fine in there, alright? I'm sorry, buddy, but I'm not wasting this meal. I promise you a good hot bath and like...whatever you want after, alright?"

You could throttle Bramble for thier carelessness- because you were going to be stewing in thier digesting belly for hours now.

But it was hard to stay angry when you knew Bramble genuinely hadn't meant to put you in this position. You sigh and lean back against thier stomach lining as the whole organ lets out a series of busy gurgles and churns, the walls squeezing you tight this way and that.

You feel them pat thier stomach and stifle a burp. The belly wobbles around you.

"Fuck. Sorry. Settle in. I'll try not to move so much."

Bramble reassures. You can imagine them lounging on thier couch, hands clasped loosely over a slightly distended stomach as thier meal processes around you, unable to harm you.

[teal-fiend]

Eat a dessert after prey-dinner. To cleanse your palate of a stinky meat body, and to have a treat, a reward for getting through the effort of gulping down a prey.

Despite being overfull, with literally a whole other body inside of yours, you still dont feel satiated. At least not until you get to eat a chocolate cube, or whatever you prefer.

Dont worry about what your prey will think, having to share your stomach with your dessert, thry probably wont even notice; preoccupied with your digestive acids and ever tightening muscles encasing them.

[nombitenary]

Another doodle based on the rp with @squirdbog ! Chris decided to change around his guts and Mar's getting a little lost in there beneath orange soda and the sludge of his previous little snacks.

[nomstellations]

highly specific to me scenario ive been thinking about is a pred eating prey that's particularly unruly- squirming and kicking up a fuss. so their means of dealing with them is eating, filling their stomach with half-chewed food until most of the prey's space is taken up with food. they can't move anymore, so they're forced to sit as the pred's stomach works hard digesting around them as the pred slips into a comfy food coma

[fairlyqualityanon]

shouldn't have kept falling asleep in class, Emma, you knew he'd find out sooner or later >:3c

commissioned a piece and it finally arrived (✿✪‿✪｡)ﾉ

art by IncredibleEdibleCalico on FA

[consumable-connie]

Boss that eats you on his lunch break?

YES!

Like imagine getting called into his office thinking you're going to get fired, but it turns out the boss just wants you to be their squirmy little snack, and he devours you before you can even say no (not that you'd want to), and as you're happily squirming around in his stomach he eats more and more, and he continues to stuff himself despite your protests, but he tells you he skipped breakfast and needs a big lunch, even though you'd realistically already satisfy his cravings. You're stuck in his stomach for the rest of the day as the rest of the food digests, and at the end of your work day you ask to be let out but he tells you you'll be working overtime. He passes out late at night so now you're stuck for until he wakes up, and you have to just hope the acid isn't able to melt you, or at the very least the boss will reform you. You make it through the night and the boss is surprised you're still completely solid, admitting that he wasn't looking forward to taking the time to reform you, and decides that since you seem to be unable to be digested, he's going to promote you to being part of his lunch from now on.

[novorehere]

MC letting Beel eat them with other food, expecting the usual cake, pudding, chocolate syrup, etc. Maybe even ramen soup because Mammon tends to like that.

But you have to understand. You need to be very careful allowing him to do this because he will hit you with the puppy dog eyes while holding a bottle of BBQ sauce and you won’t be able to go back after that.

This man canonically likes humans PICKLED so you cannot tell me he wouldn’t ask to eat MC with the most random shit ever. Pastrami on rye? Yes please. He’d be so excited to try them in a hot dog bun with coleslaw and mustard after seeing it on a human world cooking show, bless his heart.

Licking spicy marinara off your cheek is just as romantic as whipped cream, right? He might have to taste test both to make sure, so please free up some time after class and meet him in the kitchen. (But be sure to hide the jar of pickle juice first, for your own sake.)

[supernormalblogname]

Prey who hides themselves in their pred friends cake trying to surprise them but their pred friend ends up eating the whole cake with them inside

HEHEHE sillyyy... thinking my little thoughts

very funny to imagine this as a completely Unplanned concequence as is implied here... tiny prey who decided to hide in their big friend's cake did not even Consider that their friend might accidentally eat them. quickly realising that They Fucked Up This Was A Mistake as theyre suddenly being wolfed down alongside all that cake, it all happening too fast for them to even do anything to catch the pred's attention before theyre swallowed like another bit of food

and of course a pred who is, at least for a little bit, full and satisfied and oblivious... hehehe cake so yummyyyyy (doesn't know)

[lesbianoms]

An older woman finally makes it home after a party, having stuffed her stomach and intestines full of food, snacks, desserts, and drinks. But she couldnt leave without one last tempting treat; you. Having swallowed you down when no one was looking, you were packed in tight with the rest of her feast. Her sweater had long since given up hiding her massive gut which she now rubbed at from the comfort of her couch. She hoped she didnt get too much indegestion form her overindulgence as she whines and moans at even the tiniest movement you make inside her.

Oough, this sounds hot… and I hope I give her indigestion~

Something so good to me about unwilling —> willing prey and gloating —> uncomfortable pred. It’s something I see like barely at all, but I’m nuts for it.

Person who gets eaten protesting and struggling while the pred flashes a cruel smirk, only for the tables to turn later. It soon ends up that the pred is the one begging and pleading as a very squirmy (and now very aroused) prey is causing trouble for their gut.

The addition of all that food already packed tight in her stomach makes this scenario like 5x better~ bellies, I imagine, are usually squishy and kind of tight, but with a bunch of half-digested food? Mdkdsnjsjsj

Just imagining how packed in I’d be inside that hot, wet chamber… barely able to squirm as a monstrous gurgle sounds out from all around me… Maybe I’d give her a bit of a hard time, just as a treat, making her moan in discomfort…

She’d be whining and moaning in discomfort as she rubbed her grumbling orb of a gut. You wouldn’t even be able to see me shift around in there, it’d be so swollen and round 🤤

I think the best part is that my pred wouldn’t really have a way of knowing if I’ve finally digested or not. Sure, she whimpers every time I move around, but hey, any movement inside could also totally be her gut shifting around all those other snacks…

I imagine her nursing her massive belly, mumbling, “Please tell me you’ve settled down in there…”

The only response she’d get would be a bunch of loud and wet digestive gurgles as her stomach struggles with its contents. Even if I were still conscious, I definitely couldn’t be heard over everything~ ❤️

[mysticcomfort]

Day 7+8= Griff does what Griff wants

[panvnsleake]

i need to get eaten NOW ! who likes banana pancakes

nsfw dni im a minor

[nombitenary]

any regular foods chris likes to have with his prey?

His absolute favourite thing to have with prey is a nice cup of tea! Other favourites include cupcakes and cookies, along with gummy bears. Noodles and soups are also quite nice as far as he's concerned (though his sweet tooth usually influences his choice more than he'd care to admit).

[nomstellations]

i'm sure that i've talked about it before but while it's kinda gross, the appeal of stuffing and vore to me is the idea that the threat of digestion is clearly there- the prey is sitting amongst what's clearly food, being churned and melted away...but they're completely fine. the stomach that could so easily melt them away just the same is only gently holding and massaging them (and making a mess of their clothes, oops). it really hammers home that the pred means it when they say they won't hurt them! its the most dangerous place the prey can be but they're safe!

also i like preds that are gluttons. sue me.