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[voraciousartistry]

Mirai deciding to send a message to the people that keep sending thugs after her.

[tinydefector]

Human's effects

More a silly little thing that I had to write out.

Warnings: talks about sex, xenophilia, kinks

Word count: 3k

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Human Effects 2 - characters

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There were a lot of things that fascinated the cybertronians over humans. Their size, body types, skin tones and those soft they are. 

So many of them become so fascinated over the fact that such small and fragile creatures don't have plating to protect themselves but only wear soft fabrics. 

And it slowly leads a lot of Cybertronians to realising they were Xenophiles. 

A list of kinks and fetishes cybertronians discovered from it. 

-size kink 

-skin fetish 

- hair pulling 

- silk and ribbon play

- cum inflation 

-breeding

-pet play

- vore

-fluid play and consumption 

- spiking warming

- Heart and spark syncing 

- new spike and Valve modifications to test on their human lover

There's originally a lot of unknowns about humans, and cybertronians are rather intrigued, for one the first times the a lot of the crew of lost light had encountered them was on black market and high priced pets, and companions. 

There were exceptions such as Perceptor, Ratchet and Megatron who had been around humans before but for a lot of the bots this was their first time seeing them. that is until they are assigned a human communications, relations Ambassador/ liaison. 

But after the black market incident it had led a lot of bots into research over humans. And it just spirals more with them discovering some rather dark history with cybertronians keeping humans as playthings. And finding out their ‘interface equipment’ isn't that different from their own, just more organic and smaller.  

A late night of drinking at swerve slowly devolved into conversation over their local human. Brainstorm sits nursing his drink of engex while he and others of the ship chat away. "So does it fascinate anyone else over the fact that humans don't have natural plating or any kind of protection for their squishy form?" He brings up, he himself had fallen down the rabbit hole of human porn but didn't quite know how to breach the subject with anyone else. 

"Oh Primus, look who decided to join us, thought you were holding up with your Conjunx Chrome!" Swerve said with a chuckle, placing more drinks down. He hopped up onto one of the bar stools and leaned in eagerly, His attention flicks to Brainstorm. "You bring up a good point, Brainstorm," Swerve replied.

 "Those squishy humans are really something else, ain't they? No armour, no defences - I'd be scared outta my circuits if I was just soft protoform all the time!, like i’m so surprised squishy hasn't been stepped on yet" 

Rodimus nodded in agreement. "Yet they've managed to survive just fine so far. There's obviously more to them than meets the eye. Like i've seen some of the things our ambassador can do like the strange stretching"

"I dunno," Skids chimed in. "Seems pretty fraggin' reckless if you ask me. One good shot and it lights out!" 

Rewind shuddered. "Ugh, don't remind me. Just thinking about all those organics and tubes and who knows what else squishing around in there makes my fuel tank turn." He made a dramatic churning sound effect.

Riptide laughed. "I saw a nature documentary once about these hairless ape creatures the humans evolved from. Now THOSE guys were squishy."

“What in Primus have you been watching?!” 

“some old earth docs that Percy’s has, bots got a lot of info on Terra and the planet's history” The bots shared a collective laugh at the image. Swerve took a swig of his energon. "Frag, maybe there's something to be said about living on the edge like that! Sure keeps things interesting, its still strange that they are somehow one of the top predators of their planet yet are smaller than half the things they eat"

Brainstorm goes quiet for a moment. "Have you seen how flexible they are?"

Swerve nearly spit out his energon. "Whoa hey, I don't need those kinds of vivid imagery floatin' around my processor thank you very much!, keep the squishy interface vids to yourself" he said, waving his hands animatedly. 

"You have to admit, the way those fleshbags can contort themselves is pretty impressive," Skids added. "Must come in handy for.. maintenance." He waggled his optical ridges suggestively.

Brainstorm nodded pensively. "Indeed. Their non-metal structure allows for feats we could never replicate by ourselves." He took a sip of his energon. "Always makes me curious what other evolutionary adaptations they've developed to compensate for such vulnerability. The potential for scientific discovery is endlessly fascinating with their species and ancestors."

Riptide shrugged. "As long as they don't expect ME to try any of their bone-breaking yoga moves," he laughed. "This chassis is meant for tough stuff, not Twister!"

"You think they would be soft, you know if you interface with one?" Brainstorm asked while downing his drink, the engex was slowly going to his processor loosening his lips. 

"Oh don't give me that look I know for a fact you all have thought about doing with a human at least once! Rodimus I know for a fact you eye them up everytime our little liaison walks past you" He calls out Rodimus. 

Rodimus nearly choked on his energon in an attempt to look innocent. "Wh-what? That's not - I never -" he sputtered in protest, flustered optics darting around at the other bots.

Brainstorm smirked as Rodimus squirmed uncomfortably on the stool. "Oh please, don't try to deny it, Captain. You're about as subtle as a combiner in a supply closet." 

"Roddy's got the hots for squishy, who knew!" Swerve giggled uncontrollably. 

Skids nudged Riptide playfully. "Hey, maybe we got a xenophiliac on the ship!" 

"Alright alright, knock it off you glitches," Rodimus growled, though the blue flush across his face said otherwise. "I was just... curious, that's all. They ARE a strange species."

Swerve tried to contain his laughter. "Ohhh I bet you are more than curious, if you catch my drift!, wanna get up close and personal" More raucous peals of laughter from the group.

Brainstorm stroked his chin in thought. "They do feel intriguingly delicate. I wonder if their flexible frames would be more pleasurable to interface with than our own rigid forms..."

"Have you seen videos of them, they stretch a lot, like a lot, like I know human skin is resilient but i didn't think they were that resilient " Brainstorm states remembering some of the videos he had seen online. Other bots peak up intrigued. 

Swerve choked again as his fuel tank nearly turned inside out. "Brainstorm! That's... more than I needed to visualise, thank you very much." 

Skids seemed a bit less phased. "Fleshbags gettin' their twist on, huh? Can't say I'm not curious now." 

Even Rodimus seemed intrigued despite his earlier protests. "Resilient is an   understatement. I've seen some of the contortions that humans can do - it's astounding that their protoforms don't tear apart." 

Brainstorm nodded enthusiastically. "Precisely! With the right lubrication and technique, I hypothesise an interface with a limber human form would provide entirely novel sensory data."

Riptide shifted uncomfortably. "Not sure I'm ready to dive into the fleshy deep end just yet.”  

Swerve shot him a sly grin. "Aw c'mon Rip, live a little! Where's your sense of adventure?" 

Rodimus tried to steer the subject elsewhere. "Let's maybe change topics before someone needs a wipe down. Or Primus forbid, Magnus overhears you lot"

"I hope I did not hear what my processor just heard" Ultra Magnus states while staring down at the group of drinking mechs. A Lot of bots in the bar snicker at the group getting in trouble. 

"Come on Sir, get that wrench out of you aft, join us!" Skids called out.

Swerve let out an audible squeak at Ultra Magnus's stern tone, almost dropping his engex in panic. "U-Um, Magnus sir! Fancy seeing you here. We were just, uh, discussing..." 

He shot desperate optics at the others for help, but they all seemed to shrink down in their seats under Magnus's disapproving glare. 

Rodimus flashed an uneasy grin. "Just having a friendly debate about alien species, you know how it is. Brainstorm was bringing up some, er, interesting biological points..." 

Ultra Magnus sighed wearily. "I'd rather not know the details, thank you. Some topics are best left undiscussed in public."

The whole bar erupted into laughter at the group's misfortune. "Ah lay off em Magnus!" one patron called out. "They're just havin' fun!"

Another bot piped up. "Yeah, loosen up that rusty chassis and join us! One drink won't hurt." 

Magnus scowled, unamused. But as the encouragement grew louder, he glanced around hesitantly...

Swerve spotted an opening. "C'mon Magnus, live a little! I'll even give you a two-for-one special." He flashed a hopeful grin.

The enforcer grumbled but his resolve was cracking. Against his better judgement, he pulled up a stool. "One drink." Swerve whooped and poured him a double.

They cheer as Magnus sits down to drink with them. Skids speak up. "So brainstorm you saying you'd hook up with a fleshy, get nice and personal with a human" he calls out with a laugh.

Brainstorm leaned forward eagerly. "Why of course! The pursuit of scientific knowledge knows no boundaries. Though upon further review, direct interfacing with an organic might require certain, ah, safety protocols." 

Skids peered at him suspiciously. "Exactly what kind of 'research' are you plannin' on doing Brainy?"

Swerve nudged Riptide with a smirk. "I'll bet ya 20 shanix Brainstorm's just trying to find an excuse to get jiggy with the humies!"

Riptide snorted. "No way, I ain't takin' THAT bet!" 

Rodimus dropped his face in his palms with a groan. "can we PLEASE stop picturing Brainstorm fragging humans?" 

Ultra Magnus coughed on his engex, catching the comment he'd really rather not have heard. 

But Brainstorm paid them no mind, lost in scientific contemplation. "The human capacity for sensory input and feedback would provide a rich study on cross-species interface protocol adaptability..."

"INTERFACE PROTOCOLS?!" Swerve shrieked. The table erupted into howls of laughter at Magnus's deeply uncomfortable expression. It was going to be a LONG night indeed.

“Primus Brainstorm you kinky fragger” 

"Fine then everyone servo up if your not at least somewhat curious or thought about it at least once" Brainstorm calls out to all of Swerve's bars patrons

"Oooh, Brainstorm's putting us all on the spot!" Swerve giggled with gleeful mischief. He raised his servo without hesitation. 

Skids was quick to follow suit, slamming his half-empty glass down. "Frag it, I'll admit it! Those soft squishy bodies got me wonderin' what else they're good for." 

To everyone's surprise, Rodimus sheepishly lifted a servo as well, avoiding optic contact with Ultra Magnus. Riptide shrugged and joined in the show of servos, if only to blend in. 

The majority of bots in the bar started raising their hands amid roars of laughter and drunken encouragement. Only a select few hesitated, shooting nervous glances at Magnus. 

The enforcement officer's expression cycled through outrage, resignation and back to outrage as his gaze swept over the forest of raised servos. "I cannot condone such deviant interest in alien biologies," he protested, voice stiff. 

But as more servos stayed stubbornly aloft, Magnus sagged with a weary sigh. After a long moment, he slowly, begrudgingly raised one massive hand as well. 

The bar erupted into ear-splitting cheers. Swerve howled with glee, banging his fists on the counter. "Look's like we've all got a bit of xenophile in us after all! Even you, Magnus my mech!" 

Magnus buried his faceplate in his servos as Brainstorm cackled maniacally. Once the bar settles back down its Swerve who speaks up with a smirk on his faceplate. "So... which one of you charming mechs are gonna be the first to try and get our lovely Liaison?" He teases. 

Rodimus sputtered into his drink at Swerve's question, flushing brighter. "W-what? I never said anything about actually doing anything!, it's all just fantasies Swerve!" he protested in a hissed tone. 

Skids rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Hmm, well they do have a cute lil' figure. Bet they'd be a wild ride..." 

Swerve grinned slyly at Rodimus. "Aw c'mon Captain, don't tell me you ain't thought about it at least once! I bet they'd be real fun to break in, get all soft and pliable..." 

Rodimus smacked Swerve upside the helm. "Knock it off!" He shot a pleading glance at Ultra Magnus as if begging for rescue.

But unexpectedly, Brainstorm was the one who spoke up. "While the organic's flexibility is intriguing, directly interfacing could introduce unknown health risks or cultural taboos. Outside the fact our people have kept humans as pets and companions in the past. A more ethical approach would be gaining consent for strictly observational research."  

Riptide frowned. "Not sure the liaison would go for that either Storm" 

Swerve sighed dreamily. "Just imagine wrapping those soft squishy bits all around you though... bet they'd feel amazing..."  

"SWERVE." Magnus's warning tone silenced the cheeky bartender immediately. He turned back to Rodimus with a sigh. "Despite certain... Curiosities, directly engaging an organics  such a manner would be unwise, dangerous even, not to mention our form are much larger and could harm a human."

Rewind nodded gratefully at Magnus, relieved the subject was shifting. But the mischievous glint in Swerve's optic suggested his teasing wasn't over yet. It was going to be a long night indeed.

"Relax Mags I'm just riling these drunk mech up. Unless you're interested in our sweet little ambassador" he teases, making other bots choke on their drinks. 

Ultra Magnus's icy glare could have frozen Swerve's energon. "Need I remind you this conversation is highly inappropriate and unprofessional," he said sternly. 

But to everyone's surprise, Rodimus let out an undignified snort of laughter. "As if Magnus would ever break protocol like that! He'd probably recite the entire Autobot code of conduct while fragging."

The whole bar erupted in howls of mirth at the mental image. 

Swerve was nearly rolling on the floor. "Can you imagine?! 'Paragraph 3, subsection B clearly states interfacing with sentient aliens requires prior diplomatic clearance forms in triplicate!'" he cried in a mockingly stiff voice. 

Skids were wiping away fuel tears. "Primus if MR. RULES AND REGS ever broke the rules, it'd be one for the history archives!" 

Riptide jabbed Skids in the side. "Ten shanix says he'd have them memorising regulations the whole time!" 

"Twenty shanix says they'd run screaming first!" Swerve shot back. 

The bets and ribbing escalated as more mechs joined in. Across the table, Rodimus shoved Magnus playfully. "C'mon Magnus, live on the wild side for once!" 

Magnus's rumbling huff was the only response. Watching his rigid commander finally loosening up filled Swerve with delight. Somehow, some way, he'd find a way to get Magnus to break protocol yet! It was shaping up to be the best night ever.

"Ohhh let's make this fun. I list some bots and you say if you think they would hook up with a human" Riptide states. "Rung, Drift and Ratchet" he calls out the names.

Swerve let out a dramatic gasp. "Ooh spicy!"

"Rung is definitely curious but way too professional. Might let loose over a couple cubes of engex though!" 

Skids broke into hysterics at Riptide's suggestions. "Rung and a HUMAN?! Rung doesn't even touch his OWN interface panel!" 

Rodimus snorted. "Can you imagine? 'My dear, it seems you're experiencing some psychological interfacing blockers. Please, tell me how that makes you feel.'" 

"Drift guy's definitely intrigued by other species, if you know what I mean. Plus he's artsy so he'd probably appreciate the 'aesthetic'." Swerve responds

"Drift might go for it, he's open to new experiences," Rodimus mused with a grin. 

Brainstorm nodded thoughtfully. "Indeed, his spiritual philosophies suggest an openness to cultural exchange that others may lack. I think if he and ratchet weren't together its something he might try" 

"Ratchet. bah! As if that grumpy old rust-bucket would try anything so illogical. Unless she's a doctor too and starts quoting his favourite protocols... then all bets are off!" Skids laughed. 

"Ratchet? Nah, too much of a hard aft. He'd just bitch about human biohazards the whole time," Swerve giggled. 

"Well if Drift was interested I'm pretty sure that mecn could get ratchet to do anything with the bat of his optics" Rodimus remarks.

The table erupted in raucous laughter. Swerve took a playful bow. "Alright bring on the next victims!" 

Riptide rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Hmm, how about...Tailgate, Cyclonus, and Whirl?" 

Swerve cackled wickedly. "Tailgate would be way too nervous but he'd try for his Conjunx Cyclonus. Cyclonus would 100% use his broody vibes to charm her pants off but only for Tailgate. And Whirl? He doesn't interface, he destroys! So that liaison better watch her interfacing ports around that lunatic!" 

Chromedome interjects stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Tailgate would be way too nervous and shy, I think. He'd probably short-circuit just from holding hands!" 

Riptide nodded. "Cyclonus has always struck me as the kinky type. Wonder if he's into those squishy bits like Brainstorm thinks..."

"Whirl would frag anything that moves," Rodimus interjected with a grimace. "But I don't think an organic would survive the experience!"

Brainstorm stroked his chin. "Indeed, Whirl's interfacing protocol subroutines seem rather...enthusiastic. Consent might be a fleeting concept. Better to observe from a safe distance." 

Swerve shuddered. "Ugh, don't make me picture that psycho getting 'friendly' with a human! I'm tryna keep my fuel down y'know." 

The names continue being dropped. 

 " First Aid! I don't know if the medic-bot's got it in him to break the rules. But I betcha if he did, he'd be real gentle and caring-like. He'd have them feelin' better than new in no time!" 

Skids grinned devilishly. "Yeah but would they feel better? Aid's so straight and narrow I bet he'd put em in stasis lock from boredom!" 

"Now Perceptor on the other hand..." Swerve tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Bookish type, but you know there's a passionate scientist in there waiting to experiment. Think he'd go slow and methodical, really take his time 'exploring the specimen'." 

"his thirst for organic sciences might overpower his good sense," Rewind remarks. 

“optimus prime, Prowl and bumblebee ” Chromedome interjects with his own inquiries. 

Swerve pretended to wipe away exhaust fumes. "Primus help me, this is gonna be good... Optimus Prime is obviously Mister Morality himself, but you know he's got a secret wild side under all that virtue signalling. Just imagine how freaky he could get with some alien nookie!" 

The bar erupted in incredulous, drunken laughter and cheers. Swerve grinned impishly. 

"As for Prowl, I'm telling you that stick up his tailpipe is begging to come out and play. One roll in the berth with a naughty fleshy and he'd loosen up reeeal nice!" 

"And Bee? He's a sweet kid, but you know what they say, it's always the quiet ones! Between his cute lil' face and that tight chassis, he'd have the human lining up to frag that glitch right into stasis!" 

The bar absolutely lost it, bots falling over each other in drunken hysterics. Even Mirage was struggling not to fall off his chair. Swerve took an exaggerated bow as his audience howled. 

"Thank you, thank you! I'll be here all cycle! Now who's ready for the next round?" More shouts and clanking glasses answered his call. It was shaping up to be the wildest night at Swerve's yet!

 Magnus dropping Megatron's name that really sent them over the edge.

"Megatron?! With the liaison?!" Rodimus howled with laughter, nearly spitting out his drink. "That's the funniest thing I've heard all cycle!" 

But Swerve wasn't done. "Megatron? Now THAT'S an image! 'You pathetic fleshbag, you DARE try to mount the great Megatron?! Grovel before my interface array!'" 

Magnus adds more information which makes everyone surprised " He and the ambassador are rather close" He states

Rewind speaks up from Chromedome’s side. "Y'know... they do have a certain chemistry. I'll bet under all that scowling and chipped armour there's a softie just waitin' for the right tender touch to melt his spark. And they have got sass to spare  bet they could handle Megatron's brooding and snarl!" 

"Twenty shanix says he'd have them trembling and beggin' for mercy in no time flat!" Skids bet eagerly. 

"You're on!" crowed Riptide. "But I still think Perceptor's the real dark horse..."

[urfavoritewriter]

Death Row’s Last Meal

Commission for an anonymous user here on Tumblr, thank you for commissioning me and letting me post it!

Content: M/M, Oral Vore, Chewing, Teasing, Cruel Pred, Graphic Digestion, G/T, Macro/Micro, Unwilling Prey

Bang bang bang!

The incessant knocking on Kyle's door reverberated through his apartment, each thud intensifying the curiosity and irritation etched across his face. As he approached the peephole, he saw two individuals in suits, their expressions serious, the weight of an unusual task etched on their features. He reluctantly opened the door, skepticism emanating from his eyes.

"Kyle?" the first agent asked, holding up an official-looking device for verification.

"Yeah, that's me. What's this about?" Kyle grumbled, rubbing his eyes, trying to make sense of the situation.

The second agent sighed, a weariness in his voice. "Kyle, this isn't easy for us either." They gave each other a slight look, "Look, we're here because of Dawson's last meal request. He asked specifically for you."

A moment of awkward silence went by, Kyle not fully comprehending. "By law, we need to shrink you and take you to him."

Kyle's eyes widened, and he leaned back, hoping this was some absurd prank. "Hold on, you're telling me I'm on the menu for some death row guy? Are you being for real?"

Both agents exchanged glances, a shared acknowledgment of the surreal nature of their mission. The first agent spoke, "Dead serious, Kyle. Dawson's last meal is, well, you."

Kyle laughed nervously, searching for any sign that this was a prank, but the agents' stony expressions persisted. "This has to be a fucking joke, right? You two bought these outfits to fuck with people?"

The second agent shook his head, showing official badges that certified their government affiliation. "We wish it were a joke, Kyle. This is the law, and... Well, it's happening whether you want it or not."

In a desperate attempt to shut out the surreal intrusion, Kyle slammed the door shut, pouring all his strength into resisting the inevitable. But the agents, with a calculated and practiced force, countered, pushing back against the door, and it swung back open, knocking Kyle off balance. He stumbled and fell to the ground, swearing vehemently.

"Get the fuck off me, assholes!" Kyle shouted as they ambushed him, "I still have my rights!"

The first agent, unfazed by Kyle's protests, retorted, "You have the right to be someone's last meal, buddy. Now quit resisting, or it's gonna get real ugly for you."

In the midst of the struggle, the second agent grabbed a syringe from his pocket. "Hold still, Kyle. This will be a lot easier for everyone if you just cooperate."

"Like hell, I will!" Kyle yelled, desperately trying to break free. He managed to shout for help, hoping someone in the hallway would intervene, but his cries seemed to vanish into the empty corridor.

The first agent rolled his eyes. "Come on, man, we're just doing our job. This will happen one way or another."

The second agent, seizing the moment, injected the shrinking liquid into Kyle's forearm. The effects were almost immediate. Kyle's body began to shrink rapidly, his clothes sagging around him as he tumbled to the ground.

"Fuck... you," Kyle managed to stammer before beginning to shrink rapidly.

As the shrinking process took hold, Kyle felt an odd sensation throughout his body. It started as a tingling in his extremities, a strange vibration that gradually enveloped him. His surroundings shifted; the once-familiar dimensions of his apartment now transformed into a vast and towering landscape.

The agents loomed above him, their figures expanding to colossal proportions. Every detail of their faces, their clothing, became magnified as if he were viewing them through an ever-zooming lens. The ambient sounds around him intensified, a cacophony of footsteps in the hallway now resembling distant thunder.

Kyle's clothes, initially snug, began to loosen and slide off his diminishing form. The fabric sagged like oversized drapes, eventually abandoning his shrinking frame altogether. Soon, he found himself entirely exposed, his nakedness accentuating the vulnerability of his reduced size.

The room, once comfortable and familiar, now assumed an alien quality. The furniture, once easily reachable, became insurmountable obstacles. The texture of the carpet transformed into a vast expanse, the fibers now strands that were difficult to navigate.

The agent, his colossal hand blotting out the surroundings, swiftly closed in on Kyle. The once-mighty punches that Kyle could deliver were now feeble, like the flailing of a helpless insect. With a deft motion, the agent scooped him up, his grasp securing around Kyle's diminished form.

Struggling within the confines of the agent's grip, Kyle found himself powerless against the giant force that now controlled his fate. The agent, nonchalant and almost indifferent to Kyle's tiny struggles, deposited him into a clear, sealed zip-bag.

Through the transparent barrier, Kyle could see the agent's face, looming large and expressionless. The casual yet authoritative tone persisted as the agent remarked, "Be grateful he didn't ask for you to be cooked." The implication of such a statement hung in the air, emphasizing the grim reality of his situation, as he zipped it shut.

Hours later, the legal rigmarole finally concluded, Kyle found himself delivered to the designated death row inmate. The muscular, toned man wore the standard orange inmate clothing, his blue eyes sharp and piercing. His dirty blonde hair and slight facial hair added a rugged edge to his appearance. The chiseled jaw and the smirk that played on his lips gave him a cruel demeanor.

As the zipped bag containing Kyle was handed over, the death row inmate's demeanor remained unapologetically harsh. "’Bout fuckin' time you got here. Was gettin' real hungry," he declared with a casual yet menacing tone. The implication was clear – Kyle was not just a shrunken man; he was a meal, a dehumanized object to be consumed and cruelly teased, his whole life turned upside-down in an instant based on the whims of a criminal, as law had it.

Dawson unzipped the bag, revealing the shrunken Kyle. The inmate's large, calloused hand grabbed him, his grip firm and unyielding. There was no gentleness in his touch, only a cruel sense of control.

He held Kyle up, eyeing him with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "Look at you, all fuckin' tiny. Little shit. You thought you were special, didn't ya?" Dawson's words dripped with cruel teasing, as if reveling in the degradation of his prey. "Well, you're just a meal for me, and let me tell ya, it's gonna fuckin' suck."

Dawson's laughter echoed, a harsh sound that matched the cruel amusement in his eyes. He brought Kyle closer to his face, his breath hot and heavy. "You're gonna feel every bit of pain as I chew on you, and then, buddy, the real fun starts when you slide down my throat. Most painful fuckin' digestion you can imagine."

The casual tone of his threats, peppered with obscenities, heightened the brutality of the situation. There was no mercy in Dawson's words, only a brutal honesty about the agony that awaited Kyle.

Kyle squirmed desperately in Dawson's grasp, his small form doing little against the inmate's powerful hold. "Please, man, you can't do this! I'm a fucking person, not your damn snack!" he pleaded, his voice a mix of fear and desperation.

Dawson only laughed, a harsh sound that echoed in the small space between them. "Oh, you're a person, alright. A person 'bout to become my next meal. A person ‘bout to be dead.” Dawson gave Kyle a clear view of his abs, before speaking again. “See that, little fucker? That’s where you’re goin’. And that’s where you’re fuckin’ dyin’.”

Kyle, in protest, physically struggled against the giant man's brutal grasp. Dawson chuckled at Kyle's feeble squirms. "Aw, ain't you a little fighter?" He squeezed his tiny captive tighter, relishing the feeling of the struggles against his palm. "Guess it don't matter how much you fight, you're endin' up in my gut anyway."

He lifted Kyle closer to his face, opening his mouth wide. "Take a good fuckin' whiff, 'cause you're gonna be smellin' a lot more of it soon." Dawson huffed in Kyle's face, his breath hot and tainted with the scent of the impending doom that awaited him. He smirked at Kyle's discomfort, finding perverse pleasure in the psychological torment.

"Fuck, that stinks!" Kyle said, the smell being more suffocating due to his small lung size. "You can't do this, you're violating my rights as an upstanding citizen."

"The law ain't gonna save your tiny ass, being a law-abiding citizen was what got you here in the first place." Dawson taunted. "You're just another meal for me, a criminal eatin' up a supposed 'civil' citizen. Life's a bitch, ain't it?" The casual cruelty in Dawson's tone only intensified the despair of the situation, his words a relentless reminder of the power he held over Kyle's fate.

Dawson's tongue snaked around Kyle, pulling him into the hot, cavernous expanse of his mouth. The taste was overwhelming, a mixture of saliva and the remnants of Dawson's last meal, probably from yesterday. The smell, a pungent blend of mouth odor and saliva, hung heavily in the air.

As Dawson sucked on Kyle, his tongue pressed against him, the firm grip restricting any chance of escape. The saliva clung to Kyle's naked form, making his struggles more futile with each passing second. Dawson reveled in the feeling of his tiny captive squirming, the vibrations of his movements causing him immense pleasure.

Then came the chewing. Dawson didn't hold back; he bit down with force, causing sharp pain to radiate through Kyle's diminutive body. The pressure was enough to bruise, to inflict injury, but not to end him. Each chew bit down harder, causing evident bruising on his body.

"Fuck!" Kyle's pained expletive escaped through the chaotic mess of Dawson's chewing, his teeth pressing down on him from top and bottom, coated with saliva and unrelenting in their biting.

Dawson grinned, feeling the distress coursing through Kyle. "Ain't it somethin', bein' chewed up alive? You're just a lil' appetizer before the real show in my gut." The malice in his tone amplified the horror, making each chew a brutal punctuation mark in the merciless consumption of Kyle.

Dawson continued his nonchalant demeanor as Kyle slid down his throat, the struggling form creating an evident bulge in the muscular curve of Dawson's neck. The descent was a hot, tight journey into the core of the beast, the casual cruelty persisting even as the tiny man entered the churning depths of Dawson's stomach.

The sensation of Kyle arriving in the stomach was marked by a distinct, guttural sound.

"BuUuRp!"

Escaped from Dawson's lips, a casual belch that coincided with the finality of Kyle's journey. The stomach walls embraced Kyle, the heat and pressure intensifying as he settled into the acidic pool. Dawson, seemingly unfazed, leaned back, savoring the moment as he patted his now-filled belly.

"Agreed to let 'em keep me alive until you're digested. Don't think you're gonna have a quick end, Kyle."

Dawson, smirking with a cruel glint in his eye, decided to make it more personal. He placed a flat hand against his abdominal muscles, his abs bulging out slightly due to the tiny's presence. "Now, little man, let's have some fuckin' fun."

With a sudden flex of his abdominal muscles, Dawson tightened his stomach around Kyle. The pressure was immense, a crushing force that left Kyle gasping for breath. Dawson's abs, chiseled and defined, clenched with power. The cruel twist of a smile adorned Dawson's face as he relished in Kyle's agony.

Kyle, caught in the throes of the stomach squeeze, couldn't help but swear through gritted teeth. "Fuck you, you sadistic asshole!"

Dawson's laughter filled the air as he continued to tighten his stomach around Kyle. "Squeezin' the life outta ya with my abs, and you're weak as fuck, can't do shit about it from in there."

As Dawson flexed and squeezed, Kyle's body contorted with the pressure. It was an excruciating experience, made worse by the casual cruelty of Dawson's actions. Each flex of those powerful abs seemed to mock Kyle's pain, turning the entire ordeal into a sadistic game for Dawson's amusement. The air was filled with Kyle's pained cries and the giant's taunts.

After excruciating minutes, Dawson let his stomach muscles relax and his abs bulged out slightly again. Kyle felt the squeeze subside, but his body was sore from how crushing it was. His body was now soaked entirely with acid, his skin beginning to tingle, and only now is he comprehending how much pain he's going to be in for the rest of his life.

As the hours unfolded, Dawson's stomach initiated its relentless assault on Kyle's diminutive form. The digestive acids wasted no time, greedily working through the soft flesh and bones of the tiny man. Kyle, now thoroughly bathed in the corrosive juices, experienced an agonizing digestion.

Dawson, nonchalant as ever, let out a casual chuckle, his tone laced with a cruel amusement. "Must be real cozy in there, huh? Feeling the burn?" He patted his own belly, relishing the discomfort he knew Kyle must be enduring.

The graphic scene inside Dawson's stomach unfolded with a visceral intensity. The acids burnt the outer layer of his skin, the pain unbearable as it seeped into his flesh and muscles, his body bleeding.

"Bet you're wishing you were back in your cozy apartment right about now, huh? Guess what, my body's your home sweet home now."

The relentless acids worked through muscle and sinew, reducing Kyle to a slushy mixture within the confines of Dawson's stomach. Kyle, despite his gradually-broken body, tried to fight back. Dawson, thoroughly entertained by the spectacle, couldn't help but offer another biting remark. "You're really giving my abs a workout in there, buddy. Never had a meal fight back so much."

Indifferent to the struggles within, waited for the next few hours to unfold, knowing that the graphic digestion had only just begun.

The corrosive acids, now thoroughly acquainted with Kyle's form, continued their brutal assault. The digestive enzymes, having broken down the outer layers, were now penetrating deeper into the soft tissues, liquefying them with a gruesome efficiency.

Kyle's screams, now reduced to muffled cries, echoed within the fleshy chamber. His body, once whole, was succumbing to the merciless digestive process as he couldn't bear to speak anymore, only cry. The acidic fluid turned a disturbing shade of reddish-green as more of Kyle's blood bled out of him and into it.

"You must look a fuckin' mess in there." Dawson said, rubbing his hand over the small bulge of his stomach.

The graphic scenes unfolded in gruesome detail. The acid, now reaching the deeper recesses of Kyle's anatomy, worked through organs and tissues. The distinct scent of the digestion, a putrid amalgamation of bodily fluids, hung in the air within Dawson's gut.

Kyle's life was being snuffed out brutally in Dawson's gut, the final gasps of his existence silenced by the relentless tide of digestive brutality.

Dawson, indifferent to the life he had just extinguished, burped nonchalantly. The taste of Kyle's blood lingered in his mouth. "Fuck," Dawson huffed, "You're weak as shit."

Dawson lifted his orange inmate shirt, showcasing his toned abs. "Got fuckin' destroyed." He gave it a pat.

"Best last fuckin' meal and last fuckin' thing I do with my life." He said, very content with his choice of a last meal.

[ofide]

the people currently yelling at me about how problematic vore is seem to have a way more in depth knowledge of the topic at hand than i do. i’m defending it on principle but they’re describing the sound design of it in detail. i didn’t even know there were recurring sound effects and camera angles 🤨

[conchoronzon]

Is it possible when you have the chance can you do a stepdad vore stepson because wife wanted to get rid of old family with ex husband

Joe's bachelor party was supposed to be pretty simple. His brother, Gary, my future uncle, was the one who was planning all of it. A small group of us guys just hanging out at the hotel a couple of days before the wedding. Video games, beer, poker, tanning, steaks.

When my phone went off while at the pool, Joe splashed some water my way. He may have been a suave lawyer, but he was always a little playful. "That Grindr?"

And of course, that led the rest of the guys teasing me. Gary grabbed his speedo with a chuckle and said. "I ordered some women. Wouldn't have done that if I knew we had a cocksucker here."

"I'm not going to suck your cock, uncle," I said.

Joe grabbed me. "So he gets to be 'uncle' but you still won't call me 'dad,' huh? Little shit." We went under water.

That night, we were drinking beer in Joe's room. We were on our second round of Texas Hold 'Em. Porn played on one tv on silent - gay porn, a sort of "first person to get hard has to suck everyone's cock thing, no doubt more teasing aimed at me. On another, some violent action flick I'd never seen played. The effects were outdated. My vision was getting a bit blurry. My eyes were heavy. Why was I so tired?

"You okay, bud?" Joe asked, and then I passed out.

When I cam too, groggy and blinking away the blurry lights, my head was pounding. My limbs were stiff and heavy. My breaths were small, but it wasn't like it was hard to breathe. Everything was cool and sticky. Gary was grinning down at me. He was naked. "He's awake," he called. The rest of the guys cheered.

I was on the table. The guys were over by the TV. They were all naked, including Joe. God he was handsome. Nice thick cock, too. What was I thinking? That was gross. Shit. Were they making good on the whole "having a cocksucker around" thing?

Joe made his way to the head of the table or, rather, where my head was. His heavy balls pressed down against my forehead. They were so warm. "Too bad you didn't want to call me daddy while choking on my dick, kid," he said. He called me that when he wanted to piss me off. I'd just graduated college. I was a grown-ass man. Him being a prick like that sometimes was why I refused to call him dad. Not to mention, he still wouldn't be my step-father for a few more days.

He ground his balls against my face, then pulled away and leaned over me with a wicked grin. "If you had, I probably would've kept you around. But your mom wants a family of our own, and if you don't want to be my pet, then..."

His jaw unhinged like some creature from a horror movie. My slow heart stopped for a moment. When it came back too, the world was dark and wet. His tongue pulsed beneath my head. His teeth gently scraped over my back. Slick, wet sounds, swallowing sounds, filled my ears as I slipped further... inside my mouth.

Joe was eating me.

My head dangled over the abyss of his throat. Outside, the guys cheered him on. Someone was rubbing their cock between my feet. Others were engaging my hands.

A slight, impossible light filled his throat. Saliva spilled down the pink walls of his throat. "Stop," I whispered. I didn't have the energy to scream. Then I was falling head first down the cavern. It pressed tight against my flesh and, shameful though it was to admit, it felt amazing. I was hard and leaking by the time my cock slid into Joe's mouth. His tongue slipped between my cheeks and prodded at my hole.

Almost as if it were a last breath, I moaned louder than I had in my entire life. It was a plea, though what for I couldn't tell. To cum? To get fucked by future dad? For him to finish eating me?

When my feet passed between his lips, they were covered in the cum of his brother and buddies. I curled up in the tight, warm, slightly smelly embrace of Joe's stomach. He belched, and the sound rattled my brain. I went dizzy.

"Looks like I'm pregnant with you now," Joe said. "Gonna call me dad now that I'm pregnant with you?" Of course he was teasing me. He never refused a chance for that.

"What did you do?" i asked.

"I ate you. And now I'm gonna turn you into a big steaming pile, you piece of shit," he laughed. "You want to be my shit?"

The warmth was starting to sting my skin and the inside of my mouth and nostrils. "I don't want... to be shit, daddy," I pleaded.

"Lesson learned: never turn down daddy."

~~

I woke in a sweat, my dad's thick, hairy arms wrapped around me. We were naked in his bed. We started sleeping like this on my 21st. I drank with him for the first time and started crying about mom's death. He cried too. One thing led to another, and he ended up pounding my ass like a beast.

It was a dream. It was just a dream... but...

"What's wrong?" Dad asked, snuggling into my neck.

"I had a dream you ate me," I said.

Dad pulled me tighter against him. When he whispered, there was a growl. Something hungry. "Did you remember being daddy's shit? Getting flushed down the toilet? How you kept begging me not to digest you? You told me I'd get to fuck you all I want." His cock hardened against my ass. "You know... It might be time for me to put my boy back in his place." His big hand grabbed my cock. "Steal all your youth while you melt away into a big meaty soup in my gut. Maybe next time you'll remember sooner. Beg me to eat you." He licked my ear. "Wanna test it out, baby? No promises I'll let you out."

Despite the pounding of me heart, I nodded. "Yes, daddy."

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Nidai in the halloween vore duel tournament against Kyle from animal crossing?

Sure thing! I like the very out-there match up going on.

K.yle really just joined this thing on a whim. Sure, he’s eaten dudes from time to time--who hasn’t? But he’s not much of a...sporty guy. He’s a musician, and a damn good one at that. But he figured winning some big contest thing would be great publicity for his band. Might get them out of the ‘playing at bars for next to nothing’ pit they’re stuck in. Course, when he had that idea, he hadn’t really expected...to get stuck against a guy like this.

N.ekomaru starts tall on the other side of the mat, an imposing wall of muscle mass with a very intense glare. Being completely exposed makes him even more intimidating. That’s the kinda guy who looks like he’d be doing something like this. K.yle had hoped for like...weight classes or something to be used here. Seems it’s a lot more loose and free-for-all. Man...his band is going to have to look for a new singer at this rate...

The whistle blows to start the match and K.yle braces for impact. N.ekomaru doesn’t come charging in like he was expecting, though. Instead, the coach is glaring at him still. “C’mon, don’t just stand there!” the man shouts out in a booming voice. “Lemme see what you’re capable of! Come at me with EVERYTHING YOU’VE GOT!”

K.yle hesitates a bit, if only because this guy is super freaky. But getting the first hit in puts him at an advantage, right? So K.yle dashes forward with a yell and tries to hit the guy with a punch, thinking he might be able to wind the coach at least. The wild dog’s paw cracks slightly when he hits the rock-hard abs of his opponent and he yelps, quickly jerking his hand away and holding it to his chest protectively.

N.ekomaru looks very unsatisfied. He crosses his massive arms, his eyes sparking. “That was TERRIBLE! Your form was all wrong! Do you honestly call that a punch?!”

“Ah…um…yes?” K.yle has no idea what kind of response he’s supposed to have. He’s always heard that this guy can be kinda weird but…this is definitely more than weird. “What was wrong with it?”

“Here, let me show you.” N.ekomaru huffs and comes over, grabbing K.yle’s arm roughly and forcing him into position. They spend a few minutes with N.ekomaru showing K.yle proper fighting stances and how to punch effectively. It leaves the crowd…mostly confused.

“Now, use what I taught you and give me a proper punch!” N.ekomaru shouts. K.yle sizes the coach up again, gulps softly, and punches him. It gets a grunt from N.ekomaru and K.yle doesn’t actually feel as much pain in his hand from doing it. It gets N.ekomaru laughing.

“That’s more like it! Now…let me show you what a punch can really do.” N.ekomaru reels his arm back and uppercuts K.yle right in the gut. The wolf dog’s eyes widen and the wind is knocked out of him. His feet even lift off the ground for a second before he collapses to the ground and curls up tight.

K.yle is left gasping and coughing, struggling to get a single breath in. He’s grabbed by the nape of his neck and hoisted up into the air. He looks like a little bundle of fur while curled up like that. Just the right side for him to fit into N.ekomaru’s yawning jaws.

It takes a rough shove and a few hard gulps, but a massive bulge goes down N.ekomaru’s thick neck in no time. It slides past his chest and then makes his abs bloat out a little bit.  Most prey would have started to scream or struggle, but the winded K.yle can’t even make a sound. He gets no chance to even attempt resistance as N.ekomaru’s abs flex down hard, flattening out with a series of cracks and squelches.

A deep, harsh belch roars out of N.ekomaru as all the air is squeezed out of his gut. Some fur from K.yle flutters off his breath as well. The crowd, which had mostly been quiet and a little bored for most of that, erupt into cheers and shouts from such a brutal and fast takedown.

N.ekomaru grins and slurps over his lips, giving his abs a few pats. That was good enough protein. Should help with whatever he has to face next. He walks off to get some water while the crowd cheers. All that fur made him thirsty and he wants to be in good shape for when he has to deal with an actual threat.

[stas-land]

Ok concerning the Stardew vore mod I was gunna try to make

So I realized that I’m gonna need to start simple (bc I have NEVER done this before although I do have some coding experience)

So I’m prolly just gonna start with modding in events for Sebastian only, well actually only one event

I’m gonna try to do a couple things with it tho such as import my own sound effects and new portraits and maaaaybe add a few new sprites

If this goes well I’ll either try to commit to making more events or adding in more spouses n shit idk yet

(I have massive commitment issues when it comes to projects lmao I start a bajillion things and never finish them)

but ya that’s kinda my plan rn!!

[teal-fiend]

In a world where vore is known and commonplace in society, films and T.V will sometimes feature it on screen

The film production team will have to hire stunt doubles, either for the pred character if the actor isn’t actually a pred, or for the prey character, in order to get someone who has more experience in a stomach.

Consistency between shots means that digesting someone live for the performance is not practical, so perhaps they have props that a pred can swallow down to mimic the shape of prey during different stages of digestion.

Although, some indie films have gotten their pred actor to digest the prey for real, through the shaky-cam genre, or even a short film where they planned to shoot everything chronologically. 

People in sound design get to record digestion noises. Maybe in order to get a clearer, controlled sound, they record things besides stomachs, like a tube that they put different liquids in to get the best audio

A pred who digested their co-star in real life after production. Fans and critics wonder if it was staged to promote the movie, or if they decided to do it on their own.

Pred actors, during auditions will have to demonstrate how well they can swallow down prey

During shooting, preds will have to do many takes during a swallowing scene, which can be incredibly exhausting. Directors will have to weigh their options, to see if shooting the scene is really worth it, considering the recovery time the pred needs to have between takes. It would be cheaper if they just cut to the next scene, or have the swallowing happen off-screen. 

However, after CGI takes a hold on the film industry, practical effects disappear almost entirely from screen. Critics complain that it looks uncanny or soulless and cheap, others say they can’t tell the difference. If movie-goers want to see the real thing they have to watch older movies, or if they’re lucky an auteur will insist on using genuine pred and prey in the act.

[olderthannetfic]

Something kinda funny: as someone who is too young to have seen the days when "glomp" was common, for a very long time I thought it was a vore/cannibalism thing. Like, it evokes in my head the cartoonish sound effect of someone biting into food.

Thank god back then I never got into a conversation about it with someone who *did* know what it meant because we would have both been very confused for a little bit haha

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[voraciousvore]

Giganterra (Chapter 15)

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Content Warning: soft, safe, unwilling vore; sexual themes; vulgar language

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------ Chapter 15: Ambivalence ------

Gio opened his eyes to unfamiliar surroundings. He shifted in bed, only to be graced with pain rocketing up his arm. He groaned as the memories came flooding back: the betrayal of his master, being used like a sex toy by an evil giantess, his arm breaking. He felt like crying as he laid listlessly in bed, staring up at the ceiling—a facsimile ceiling, the artificial imitation of a dollhouse. A fake house, a fake life, made for a dehumanized doll, not a man. 

A loud thump on the wall startled him, jerking him out of his thoughts. He looked over only to find two enormous hazel irises staring back with glee. They roved over him, intruding on his privacy, until the excitement drained out as the giantess observed his splint. 

“Oh no, you really did break your arm, didn’t you?” she said. Her voice was loud and full as it vibrated off the walls of the dollhouse. Gio cringed. Her eyebrows knitted together, and the huge eyes rotated down. “S-sorry... I gave it some thought last night. I should probably fix you.”  

She straightened into a standing position, so Gio was no longer at eye level and found himself looking at her torso instead, as big as the side of a barn. His heart exploded with panic as the roof opened above, and the beautiful giantess loomed over him in all her terrifying glory. 

“Get away from me!” he screeched as her gigantic hand approached him, eclipsing the rest of the room. To his surprise, the hand stopped, the fingers curving around him but not yet touching him. The huge appendage retreated to rest on the top of the wall, the fingers draping down halfway to the floor. 

“I’m just trying to help,” the princess explained, tapping the wall with her fingertips in a thunderous gallop. Her tone sounded genuinely apologetic, laced with regret. As frightened as Gio was, her demeanor filled him with a white-hot fury. The stress of the situation, along with his pent-up frustration and misery, drowned out his usual caution. 

“Help!? Are you fucking kidding me?” he shouted. “Like hell you’re going to help! You USED me and BROKE my arm!” 

Bianca bit her lip. “I-I didn’t mean to...” 

His own outburst shocked him, but he was so angry he couldn’t stop. “And where do you get off, acting all sorry and like you care now? You certainly didn’t give a shit last night! You didn’t hesitate to snatch us all up and molest us! So don’t pretend like you have any sympathy or respect, you cunt!”  

He heaved with wrath, virtually foaming at the mouth. He glanced over at Graham and Cesar, huddled in an interior doorway and gaping at him in shock. Graham was dreadfully pale, and even Cesar looked nervous. As much as Cesar was attracted to Bianca, his service to the human king had trained him on how to speak to royalty, so he knew Gio’s insolence was punishable by death even without the size discrepancy. Gio turned his attention skyward to the giantess princess, who seemed just as stunned. His momentary burst of indignance vaporized in a flash as he realized what he’d done. He’d offended the princess, no doubt. She’d retaliate, probably squash him into a pulp in her hand. He crumbled with terror, his usual timid nature returning to his body, as the princess recovered from the effect of his words. 

“Nobody’s ever spoken to me like that before,” she uttered in disbelief. “Least of all a lowly little human.” She stared at him, scrutinizing him with intensity. Gio’s lips quivered as he waited for the inevitable, the moment drawing out like a knife. However, they were interrupted by a knock on the door. 

“Bianca, my girl! Daddy’s here!” King Richard proclaimed, sauntering into the room. “How’s your morning going? Did you sleep well?” 

Bianca’s plump lips curled into a smirk as she looked down her nose at her living playthings. “I slept fabulously,” she answered, flipping her long hair haughtily over her shoulder. “Thank you so much for my new toys, Daddy!” 

The king peered into the human habitat with a devious sneer. “Oh, look at that! He’s got a little splint! That’s hilarious!” He chuckled as Graham glared up at him. Gio had lost all his fire; he trembled, lowering his head. He knew he was in serious peril when the princess laughed along with her father, her expression hardening with a cruel edge. When the giant king glanced over at Graham, the small man swiftly averted his gaze to his toes. Cesar stayed quiet as he watched the whole scene play out in front of him, as if he weren’t a part of it. 

“By the way, I brought you a present,” Hardon announced, presenting the human carrier necklace to Bianca. Her gift, crafted especially for her by an expert metallurgist, was designed to be more feminine, consisting of a fine gold chain encrusted with small, sparkling jewels. He fished Candy out of his shirt to demonstrate its utility. Bianca’s eyes gleamed as she greedily snatched up the gift. 

“Wow, this is so cool! Thanks, Daddy!” She gave him a big hug, making Candy gasp for breath as she was smothered by giant breasts. The king smiled, giving his daughter a kiss on the cheek before leaving. Bianca’s maid hid from the lecherous king on his way out, not wanting to be groped or smacked on the butt in passing—or worse. As soon as he was gone, she came into the room holding a tray of hot breakfast, similar to the one prepared for Ronny, with Chester in tow to check for poison. 

Once the food was deemed safe, Princess Bianca settled down to eat her breakfast. First, though, she needed to remind Gio of his place. She couldn’t allow anyone to disrespect her like that, least of all an insignificant rat. She reached back into the little house and roughly seized him in her fist. This time, he didn’t yell at her, merely crying out in fear instead. She ripped off his splint, eliciting a sharp shriek of pain. 

“D-don’t hurt me!” he begged. “I-I take back what I said, I’m sorry, I was just scared and venting my feelings, I meant no disrespect Your Highness-” He continued to blubber as she wrapped his tiny body in a crêpe, smothering him in whipped cream and powdered sugar. His eyes widened and he struggled violently when he realized what was going on.   

“No! You can’t eat me! I don’t want to die!” He was sobbing now, with his arms pinned to his sides while he floundered in custard filling. Bianca regarded him coldly as a savage grin spread across her lips, exposing her teeth. She couldn’t deny the thrill she felt, having such control and power over the small man. She didn’t bother to inform him that the potion she used on him yesterday would last for days, so he wouldn’t perish in her stomach. She preferred to savor his fear. She watched him wriggle his shoulders desperately and stir the filling with his wimpy movements. His delicate features, stricken with abject fear, were dusted with white powder, and his cheeks and hair were splotched with cream. He looked delicious, and her stomach clamored for his dainty flesh to fill it. 

He deserved his fate, after all, for running his mouth to royalty when he was a mere commoner, and such a pathetic little creature on top of that. She pushed down the inconvenient itch of sympathy and guilt scratching at her skull. She shouldn’t allow herself to feel those irrational emotions for a human, her natural inferior. If her father knew she felt that way, he would disapprove. She couldn’t disappoint him. 

Gio felt how small and powerless he was as the strength of her huge hand squeezed him in the crêpe, squirting out the filling around him. Her enormous maw, like the interior of a cathedral, gaped open, ready to engulf him. Gio screamed as the massive open jaws approached, the tunnel of the gullet twitching with hunger. The walls of teeth closed around him, biting down on the soft dough and burying him in humid darkness. The floor beneath him, the squishy wet mass of the tongue, came to life and curled around him. The huge tongue stripped the blanket of crêpe from his body, licked off the whipped cream and filling, and slapped his face and skin. He pushed against the tongue with his palms, but the heavy slab was too strong for him to wrestle off. The giantess hummed with delight, her voice reverberating from her throat into the hollow chamber, as his flavor permeated her mouth. She shifted him from one side of her mouth to the other, with Gio wailing in pain the entire time as his broken arm was jostled and compressed. 

Gio had no time to mentally prepare himself as he abruptly slid headfirst into the wide gullet. His vision was scarred with the sight of the fleshy chute of the throat, descending into a forbidding blackness, before the muscles crushed around him and dragged him down. His arm throbbed with acute pain as it was smashed against his midsection. He blacked out as he was shuttled down, until he collapsed into the giantess’s stomach. When he regained his wits, he was horrified to find himself churning in acid, stirred by wrinkled walls of flexing meat. Loud grumbles echoed through the hollow cavity like an earthquake, and mashed-up food slopped down from the constricted opening above as the princess ate the rest of her breakfast. He held out his shaking hands to examine the soft glow radiating from his skin. The acid didn’t burn, but he was still hysterical with panic, not yet comprehending that he wouldn’t be digested. 

Although giants were large enough for Graham to make out their facial features at a reasonable distance, he still couldn’t see much without his glasses. Nevertheless, he could hear Gio’s pleas and screams clear as day as he was eaten alive. He glanced over at Cesar standing next to him, who was watching the display attentively. He could hardly ignore Cesar’s raging boner, naked as they all were. He turned away with the upmost revulsion.  

“You disgust me,” he spat at the other man. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” Cesar admitted, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. “Goddamn, she’s so hot. I want her to eat me too...” 

“What the hell is wrong with you? Don’t you care about Gio? Or have any self-respect or sense of self-preservation at all? Or shame, for that matter?” 

Cesar grinned sheepishly. “Nope.” He sighed. “Don’t misunderstand, I feel bad for Gio, I really do. But I don’t think she intends to kill him. Besides, he shouldn’t have spoken to her that way. She’s royalty. He should’ve known better.” He shrugged. 

Graham, at a loss for words, huffed and shook his head. He walked away from the glass and sat down on one of the beds, holding his face in his hands and muttering vulgar invectives under his breath. He couldn’t believe he was in this situation, and stuck with a sex-crazed idiot, no less. He flinched as the threatening shadow of the giantess enveloped the miniature house. He looked up with trepidation to behold Bianca smiling and rubbing her full belly as she gazed down rapaciously at the two remaining men like she wanted to devour them alive.  

“Now, which one of you should I take with me today?” she teased, fingering her new jewelry, the human carrier that adorned her neck. 

Cesar gazed up at her with awe, saluting her proudly with his exposed member. “Ooh, me! Pick me!” he called out, raising his hands, imagining the embrace of her warm skin on his with dreamy bliss. 

Bianca grazed him over with her eyes, considering her options. A mischievous smirk spread over her face. “Nah.” She reached in and plucked up Graham instead, who squealed in protest. She snapped him into her necklace and dropped it to her chest. The tiny man’s cries were muffled when he fell neatly into her cleavage and was swallowed up by her full breasts, which bobbed slightly with his frantic motions. He tried to climb out of the soft valley, straining his arms, but Bianca stuffed him back in. 

“Aw, c’mon...” Cesar moaned as Bianca shut the roof and abandoned him. She was shunning him on purpose to torment him; he just knew it. He watched her leave with longing, dick in hand as her shapely backside swayed temptingly. He sighed as he was left alone, insanely jealous of the other men. He felt empty and unwanted. Did she not like him for some reason? Was he not good enough for her? 

Bianca didn’t give Cesar a second thought while she strolled through the castle. As she felt Gio thrashing weakly in her gut, and Graham fighting against her bouncing jugs, a twinge of regret began to worm its way into her heart. She knew it wasn’t right for her to feel empathy for humans, yet she couldn’t get the image of Gio, sallow and shriveled with his broken arm, out of her head. She normally didn’t experience compassion for her inferiors, but something about his tiny size, with how scared and helpless he was, struck a chord with her. 

She really didn’t intend to injure him. His emotional blowup had rocked her to her core. To think that such a vulnerable creature, wounded and frail, would have the audacity to confront and berate her filled her with amazement, perhaps even admiration. It wouldn’t be easy to stand up to a giantess hundreds of times his size, after all. Even full-sized giant men were afraid to speak to her in that manner, with the power she wielded. 

She realized the extreme duress he was under prompted his heated, impulsive response, and the fact that he could feel so strongly disturbed her. She was accustomed to seeing fear in humans, especially when they were on her dinner plate, but anger? Sadness? Even joy, with that bizarre horny one who actually seemed happy to see her? It was strange and alien to her. To think they had a range of complex feelings, like real people and not just primitive animals, bothered her. Her interactions with humans had been limited up to this point, restricted mostly to eating them, and she was learning a lot more than she expected about them. 

She decided to get a healing salve for Gio’s arm. Why not? She was his owner, his caretaker. She ought to keep her toys in pristine condition. For peak performance—certainly not out of compassion or guilt. Normally, she’d send a servant to do her bidding, but she felt oddly embarrassed about the whole thing. She didn’t want anyone else to know about her conflicting thoughts and feelings. She didn’t want to admit that she would spare this human, this inferior creature, after he disrespected her so rudely. She didn’t want to acknowledge or confront her own ambivalence regarding these human men, who seemed to have depth and dimensions that she hadn’t anticipated. 

Chapter 16

[thebottomfromhell]

The upper moons (+Muzan if you can) finding a very human reader munching on another human and they’re like :0

♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡!!

Love it. Genuinely love the idea. The hipocrisy of some. Also, Muzan just HAS to be in this prompt. Bet the only human who managed go shock him this hard is Enmu (not sure if it's canon, but it seems Enmu was into vore when he was Muzan's dinner.... and that is the reason he got turned)...

Uppermoons + Muzan finding Cannibal Human GN Reader

Warnings: Cannibalism, Non-consented body modifications (get turned into demon), Slight manga spoilers (not really, just some allusions on Kokushibou, Akaza and Muzan), Mentioned lethal injury, and Slight body-horror.

Gyutaro:

What in hell? Just... what in hell? Demons don't come to the Red Light District to hunt, they already know who has claimed said territory, so when Daki found out part of corpses that were not hers (but she still had to get rid of) and couldn't sense any demon around she feared it might be another Uppermoon, and not adimiting she got intimidated, sent Gyutato to find them and shoo them out of her damn district. In exchange, following the scent of fresh blood, he found you... eating a raw human hand, munching it clamly in a dark alley. "You... ne, you are human..." You tilt your head looking at the creature in front of you, he is clearly not. "What are you?" You knew there were some disappearings in the area and decided to take advantage of it, you thought it was a group of kidnappers and prostitutes eloping being both around by coincidence and decided to try you luck. You guess you got careless when you found out someone was hiding the corpses for you. You didn't expect to find a tall but curved figure, thin to the bones yet with muscles, sickly looking, with fangs and glowing eyes. You both just look at each other, not knowing what to say, surprised. There is a part of you saying you should run, that you were caught and this being is dangerous. "... Ne.... you are a messy eater. Ne. Can you stop leaving the parts you don't eat around? It's almost as if you wanted to get caught, ne." He scratches the back of his neck, just wanting to say something to kill the uncomfortable silence, at this point he doesn't care if there is a cannibal running around, he might even use you as a distraction for the Hashira.

You take a like in him. "What is your name?" You want to know more about him. "... The name is Gyutaro, ne. And you are in my territoy, ne, so you better give me a reason to not eat you myself or get rid of you in whatever means is better for me, ne." You can only look at him and relate him to the missing people. You have been several times in this district, but you never knew this guy existed. It's like figuring out an underworld, and just as you were curious to the taste of human meat just to get addicted to it, you have a feeling Gyutaro will be similar experience. "I'm Y/N, and I feel I could make you enjoy my presence." He looks hesitant at your smile, but doesn't move. This will be interesting.

Gyokko:

"WHERE IS MY PIECE OF ART?! I LEFT IT JUST HERE!" Gyokko cries out, looking around for the corpse he just fixed to look like a tree growing on the top of a pot. The time it took him to correct every bone into holding itself and make the detailes stretching and cutting the flesh only to dissapear the second he went for real flowers to make an effect of it being armonic with the nature! WHERE! IS! IT?! Then he hears some chewing near by, goes to where the sounds come from and, well, he stays still for a while when he sees you, gasping dramatically as his eyes and mouthes open to much it hurts... You are eating... his art... "YOU!!" He starts angry, ready to give you a piece of his mind as he advances, making the put he is in jump towards you, veins pooping in his head. "You little beast! You savage! Do you have any idea of what you just ate?!"

At this point he doesn't give two shits if you are a a human, or the fact that you paralyze and don't seem to understand anything she shrieks the second you saw him. What is this thing? It barely looks human at all! "What are you?" Is all you can ask after a long rant, if he looked angry before, now he looks as if he was about to explode with all the visible vains in his body, head red andmorphed into and disbelieving yet offended expression. "THAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU GOTTA SAY AFTER WHAT YOU JUST DID?! YOU SELFISH, UNEDUCATED, RUDE PIECE OF SHIT?! I SHOULD KILL YOU RIGHT NOW BUT YOUR UGLY SKIN AND ROUGH FLESH IS NOT RIVAL FOR MY BEAUTIFUL CANVAS! THE ONE YOU JUST ATE!" And he is right, with cuts and the quality of the body... you just had to dig in, the fact that it was not a random body and this... thing checked out spoke of how much he cared... that and his screams.

You smile at that, you were not expecting any of this, but surprices are what makes. life interesting. "So you are a, what? Culinary artist?" The question actually shuts Gyokko upooking fused and irritated. "I would like to learn how to do art, then."

Hantengu:

"AAAAHHHHHH!" He screams on top of his lungs at seeing you "HE ATE SOMEONE! HEEEEEELP! HEEEEELP MEEEEE!" One would think he would not be reacting this way since he also eats people, but Hantengu suddenly remembers he is a demon and stops screaming, just looking at you shocked, mouth open as he remains quiet and frozen, still somehow scared and a bit embarrassed. You are no better, you paralized when you were caught on the act of eating a piece of a corpse, only to realize this "old man with a tumor in his head" had horns and blood red eyes. He is looking you with fear, but somethings tells you that the one that should be afraid is not him. And he justs stays there, looking at you in the house you broke in to kill the resident, the house he also broke in, keeping his hands to himself in his chest.

Just what is this crature? A ghost? A spirit? A demon? You were never a big believer yourself, but the more you see him you can see fangs and claws, a predator, even if it's trembling and shying away. "What are you doing here? You are not planning to snitch on me, are you? What if they believe it was you?" That seemed to trigger something, as the older beings starts to whimper as tears forms in his red, nothing but red, eyes. "NO! NO! IT WASN'T ME! IT WASN'T! IT WAS YOU! YOU KILLED THEM! YOU ATE THEM, NOT ME!" Even though the last part was hard to believe, and Hantengu knows how to lie to himself, and yet... it's very odd. What are you? A freak? Eating your own? Demons are humans natural predator, them eating the only thing they can eat is normal. But you...

You are a human eating other humans, and that scares him to the core. "Do-do-don't bully me anymore...." You want to know more, though. The sense of power of being a monster in the eyes of another monster... you want to see more. "Then I guess this will be our secret."

Sekido:

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" All his face screams "disgust", seriously, what the fuck? [They were just fighting a group of slayers, not Hashira but almost there, a group that thought separating would give them chances of scaping, at least until the sun rose up. How wrong they were, it was clear they would not make it to the hour against Upper Four. A normal evento for Hantengu, but... when he came back to the are of the ambush, he found you, eating the corpses he and the others left behind.] You got scared at the raw outragious scream, then you turn around to see a man (not human, humans don't have horns, fangs and glowing red eyes), you just found the corpses laying around and most of them looked clean, so you decided to eat. Hte creatire keeps looking at you, slightly disturbed in his anger. "Why are you eating that?"

Humans usually don't eat things they just found on the floor, humans usually don't eat raw meat directly from the source without cutting and cleaning it properly first, humans usually don't eat other humans. "What are you? Some kind of freak?" Also the fact that you are very messy, it reminds him to Urogi. Meanwhile you can't tell what exactly is this non-human is trying to get, he doesn't look scared, just disgusted and irritated. He has not tried to approach or to make distance between you two, only asked questions you have no idea how to answer in a way that makes sense. "Are you too dumb to speak?!" He becomes stressed because of it. "What are you?" Is all you can say after some minutes of silence, to witch, if glares could kill, you would be dead already. The cannibal human not only have the guts to not answer him, but to question him.

"I am Sekido," which is the same of saying "I am anger", "and you better give me a reason to not kill you like other humans that I encounter." You don't think you have one, but... "I am Y/N, nice to meet you." You can try.

Karaku:

Karaku blinks a few times, unsure of what he is seeing. [They were just fighting a group of slayers, not Hashira but almost there, a group that thought separating would give them chances of scaping, at least until the sun rose up. How wrong they were, it was clear they would not make it to the hour against Upper Four. A normal evento for Hantengu, but... when he came back to the are of the ambush, he found you, eating the corpses he and the others left behind.] Now, he likes eating, not as much as Urogi or Upper Two, but he knows how to appreciate or take pleasure from a good meal. He enjoys the flavor of fresh flesh, the rawness in his fangs, the energy he could feel sustaining his body, making him feel anew and alive. Eating is a pleasure the should not be denied or questioned, but... He just looks surprised at you, a human eating another human, as you haven't noticed him yet. After a while, he decides to step in, getting closer, startling you with a hand on your shoulder. "Enjoying dinner? Bet you would feel better with company~."

You are both confused as he sits besides you. You humans can take pleasure from sweets, spices, of mixing flavors together, and yet you chose the food only demons and beasts alike can enjoy, the only thing they can enjoy. Meanwhile you are trying to tell this basically half-naked men is into, exposing himself so easily so you, including non-human features. "Why?" That is everything both of you can think. "Who are you?" You ask when you see him tear with his hand a limb and take it to his mouth, bites so clean they almost look like weird cuts. The question should have been "what" instead of "who", but... You did like the idea of having someone to share the meal, specially someone so inviting and relaxed. "Does it matter? It seems we are all seeking plasure tonight, let's just have a nice time with our meal." He wants to understand it, this twisted craving you have for your own kind.

"My name is Y/N." You say without prompt, you just felt the need to present yourself. You are liking him so far, and want to spend more time in... whatever this is. The smile in Karaku's lips show he wants that too. "Nice to meet ya, Y/N."

Urogi:

Urogi just opens his mouth and eyes in surprise, he was not expecting this. [They were just fighting a group of slayers, not Hashira but almost there, a group that thought separating would give them chances of scaping, at least until the sun rose up. How wrong they were, it was clear they would not make it to the hour against Upper Four. A normal evento for Hantengu, but... when he came back to the are of the ambush, he found you, eating the corpses he and the others left behind.] This is the first time he has seen a human eating another human, he has always thought that this didn't happen in between them, somehow knowing it is a bigger taboo than demons eating other demons. But i happens, he is surpriced, didn't expect to be able to see this. Then he realizes that the prey that you are eating... is his! (and also belongs to the the other clones, but still. They killed them and Urogi arrived first, so it should be his meal!) "THAT IS MINE!" Is what you hear as talons take away the corpse to get it on top of a tree.

Urogi looks down on you, basically making a face as if he was about to throw a tantrum, but only begins to eat, rather offended, the human parts. You only look at the... giant humanoid bird? It's.. majestic, wings and talons sprading like a bird of prey, so you stay on the ground, where you fell as Urogi took the meal from you, feeling like if you were to stand up, he would eat you next. Urogi only aets, chewing a lot more than he swallows, stuffing his mouth full, completely messy as blood and the paste that becomes the flesh in his mouth tries to fall a bit, but having the demon licking and sucking it from his hands. Sometimes he turns to see you, but prioritizes eating over some human that just decided to steal his food. "Hey. Hey... Hi there." You decide to try an get his attention, speaking to him softly, as if ti was towards a wild animal, making him turn around to see you and tilt his head. You involuntary copy the motion.

"What are you doing?" He chuckles at seeing you, having no idea he just did that gesture. You smile at him, wanting to get close, to touch those wings, so tempting. "Can we talk?" You really want to get close, and even if Urogi makes no effort to get down the tree, he sets in a way he can face you more comfortable "Sure. Let's talk."

Aizetsu:

Aizetsu doesn't even know how to react, just opens his mouth slightly, mostly looking unimpressed, or at least tired to show anything else. [They were just fighting a group of slayers, not Hashira but almost there, a group that thought separating would give them chances of scaping, at least until the sun rose up. How wrong they were, it was clear they would not make it to the hour against Upper Four. A normal evento for Hantengu, but... when he came back to the are of the ambush, he found you, eating the corpses he and the others left behind.] Aizetsu knew these things could happen, that humans, as depressive as it sounds (he is sorrow, after all), were morbed creatures that were fed into the world with a sense of self-importance and morbidity. Similar to demons, yet so different, because with the demons, it's a need. The need to prove there is a reason for their existence and to claim said existence within their own nature, with humans, it's a preference. "You are eating in such a gross matter.... your behavior is so savagery that it's sad."

Truth be told, he couldn't care less about you, even as you turn around, surpriced to see an armed man, one with horns and blue glowing eyes. He just stares, not really knowing what else to do until everyone else arrives. It's odd for both, he can only see you with pity, sorrow and shame of what you are doing, not because he actually cares, but because you are simply a freak by human standards. If it was a human who found you, in your careless act of just eating the second you had a body to consume, then you would have been chased, hunted, probably killed. Would slayer go after you too? Or would they spare you because you are not a demon? The question leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. "What are you?" Even if that was the case, you are ignorant, clumsy, reckless, weak and pathetic, meant to fail because you decided to give in on a meal that was never supposed to be yours. It's tragic, that makes him sad. "I am the sad predator you wish you were."

Aizetsu says before turning around to walk away, he really should look for the others, but the noise of you standing up when he was about to leave stops him. "What us that supposed to mean?" The fact that he has to explain it... "A human would not understand."

Nakime:

Nakime just looks at you, contrary to the belief she can see just fine under her hair, she didn't expect for anything in the first place, so besides a little surprise, she feels nothing. She wishes she could say she expected better from humans, for them to not become beast the second a piece of hedonism can become part of their life and personality, but she was also human once. Then again, if since you got lost in her castle, and there was just so much to eat around, i'ts not surprise you did it. Everyone is trying to survive at their own ways, even if said ways mean consuming other people's use, she would know about it. It's not like she cared at all, you she can't be dissapointed, but it's a similar feeling. "You have dirtied with blood my floors, you better clean that up." She doesn't really need you to, but she wants to torture you a bit more.

"How do you do all this?" You have to ask, your mouth still stained with blood, just like your clothing, and she doesn't respond before playing her biwa again, a door suddenly closing in front of her, another few notes sound, only for the complete surface she was in to be completely gone. You didn't think much of it when you entered into a mysterious door, hiding from debt collectors, hoping it was just sating there a few hours and leaving, but the second you got in... there was no way out. You spent days running through corridors, rooms and stairs, no bedrooms, bathrooms or kitchens between the elegant place (you managed to find a garden somewhere, that was it). You were starving by the time you found another human in the same situation as you, except they managed to get crushed by a door closing on them with a biwa note. You didn't kill anyone, just doing your best to survive... you lick the end of your mouth to savour more of the addicting taste.

Whatever it happens, even if you are here, you will survive. You will find out what is this place and leave, you think before taking another bite.

Akaza:

"What the fuuuuuuck?!" He asks to nothing, to nobody, not even to himself, Buddha or any god, including him. Akaza didn't raise his voice, it was barely a whisper, as... what is he supposed to do but open his mouth and eyes at their fullest. He has no idea if you noticed him, much less if he wanta you to notice him. What are you doing? Why are you eating another human? A raw corpse? Demons eating humans (raw) is normal, like foxes eating rabbits is normal, falcons eating snakes is normal, it's because they are stronger, so they are predators. Weaklings? Those are prey, meant to be killed for what they did, not to... Humana are not meant to eat raw meat just like that! They can get sick if eating certain parts and he has no idea if the body is infected with something! "Stop eating that!" The sudden shout makes you look at... him, he looks human enough, even with the tattoos, but.. the eyes and fangs say otherwise.

"You can get sick! At least cook it first, will you?!" He doesn't know why, but a part of him got desesperate at the thought of sickness, his mind picturing caughs and fevers, yet not managing to feel anything himself but restlessness. As if it was his job to do something about it, so he took the corpse out of your reach, holding it away from you as he watches with disgust. Why are you such a messy eater, it reminds him of Douma. After a while of staring at each other, you can only chuckle, this is the last thing you expected someone to do if they found out your morbid curiosity for human flesh, the fact that this creature was worried about your health... then again, why didn't you just cut a piece and cook it? It would have been less risky in almost any sense than eating this ways. Maybe you just wanted the sensation of... eating prey, or just eating it some way that felts special, different, instead of the usual meals that could have served yourself if you wanted one.

Still, now that this... young man looks at you, offended by your laugh, you can't help but think he is cute. "May I know your name?" Since he cares so much for you, you might also show some interest. "... I'm Akaza."

Douma:

You have been in Douma's cult fow a while now, nothing really interesting at first, but he recognizes when people are new from their behaviour and the way they look at him. He did not expect to find you outside, eating the woman that was supposed to "dissapear" tonight, the smell of blood leading him there. "What are you doing?" He asks out of curiosity more than anything else, this is the first time he sees a human eating another human, He has heard stories, but never seen it for himself. It's odd, your teeth are not made to tear raw muscles and nerves, so it's very messy compared to his eating habits, and Douma is a messy eater himself. You turn around to see him startled, not knowing what to do or say, after you realize he was staring, still is. "Great Founder-" He only laughs and interrupts "I think Douma is just fine, it has been a while since I ate with a friend." A.... friend?

Douma just walks to grab a piece, digging his hand into the torso to take the heart out, being careful to drop the least blood out of it, the liquid basically blowing everywhere when he takes a bite, sucking in everything he can as red slides down his arms, trying to miss the least possible. See, a messy eater, but the bite was clean, as if it was a cut instead. You couldn't believe what you were seeing, you didn't know what to believe when you were told about the "Great Founder", about his eternal youth, rainbow eyes, messanger of gods, and what interested you the most, someone who gave shelter for free in the middle of nowhere, and onlyw ou realize... he is not human, it was not a scam. "Most demons don't want to spend time with me, maybe I should have though of finding a cannibal human sooner. I think we can make it work."

His face is close yours, you can basically can taste the blood in his lips, staining his face. "What is your name?" You have to swallow your own salive before answering. "I'm Y/N...." His smiles widden, liking not having resistance for you as he takes another bite. You will eat with him from now on.

Kokushibou:

Kokushibou just stares, eyes completely open, horror on them. It would be one thing if you were a demon, demons need to eat humans to get stronger and to keep their sanity, but as a human? How can you eat that? Eating raw flesh directly from the source, as if you were some sort of animal, as if you were a demon yourself. Just... why? Why you, a human, would feel the need to abandon your humanity in such a morbid way? What is impulsing you to do this? What would be worth doing this? He remembers vaguely why he did it, it's enough to know that he has to convince himself that it's worth it, that he could have been stronger. You can tell there is something looking at you, paralizing the second you sense it as a threat, something, a stare that is... off. After taking a few breaths, you start to slowly move your head, as if you would be attacked at the first sudden move, only to spot at the distance three pairs of gold and red eyes glowing in the darkness.

You both stay frozen, looking at each other, none of you say anything. You can't believe you got caught like this and the instinct of fight or flee is not fully kicking in besides the anxiety it causes on you. Kokushibou can only see your surprised eyes as you still are covered in blood. The taste of the flesh is still in your tongue and your jaw is still tired from the effort of having to tear it up with the teeth... Why did you do it? Being fully aware of the consecnuences that could come if another human saw you, if the blood attracted a predator. You thought the worst that could come would be a carnivore bird, Japan doesn't really have much of big predators in the animal world, but... this is not human, nor an animal. And you can just stare at each other, not daring to say a word at all, not managing to see the figura properly, but it looks very human, if it was not for the eyes you might have confused them for a man.

In the end Kokushibou just concludes that you had your own reasons, leaving within a blink, leaving you panting to try and calm yourself through breathing. "What the fuck was that?"

Muzan:

Muzan is... intrigued, mouth open by the surprise and the lack of words he has to describe the scene in front of him, to say at least. It's not his first time with odd experiences with humans, humans that, when his lays his eyes on, thinks "this one should be a demon, it's perfect for one" or "this one might be able to conquer the sun". In the second group he found Kokushibou and Douma, but in the first one? Several strong demons are from there. Akaza, Nakime, and Enmu are his best examples, and he can't help but think the same thing that filled his mind with them. "I will give you some of my blood, and you will become something great." He tells you, now being your turn to be shocked, you were eating someone, not anybody you knew, and suddenly this... man appeared into the same alley you were hiding. You don't know what to do or say when you fell a sting of pain in your forehead and your vision gets clouded.

What is this? It feels off, the digits stabbed into your skull, with a liquid flooding it in a headache. You can only tremble as the pain burns but, somehow, it also soothes. Panic strikes as you wonder how are you even alive right now? Muz- him can only smile, you can't see him but you know he is smiling at you, smiling at your hunger. You feel your skin stretch, nerves havings spasms, vains bumping fast as your body starts feeling wrong, and it hurts as it beginsg to fix itself. You can basically states your own organs in your mouth, hear your bones breaking and molding themselves, feel as if your skin was being peeled but your muscles that tangle and untangle are covered by something else. Something stronger. "This one seems to be a fast transformation, I wonder if you will make it to be part of the Kizuki." Yes, the Kizuki. His favorite demons, you must win his favor.

The last thing you feel, before losing concience, is hunger, and the taste of human flesh appears in your mouth as a memory, making you drool as you feel as if you were starved. Everytime you remember it tasting better than the last time, you need it. Every other food disappears from your brain, only needing real food, something that will make you stronger yet! You need blood. You need to eat. You need to eat humans from now on, and nothing else. Only like that you will satiate.

[anony-man]

Chubformers drabble #97!

Characters: Sunder (& Froid - IDW)

Word count: 812

(TW: implied vore)

Sight was the key to filling his belly with the food that truly satisfied him, but after a while, Sunder had begun to feel no need for seeing to feast. There were other ways to go about fulfilling his desires, and he was hellbent on finding them.

The high of the chase was addicting, and the glorious sensation of squirming bots and writhing victims clawing at his belly from the inside made it all the sweeter. Sunder was on permanent leave from both mnemosurgery and his favorite pastime, it seemed, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t find ways around the promises he’d made.

Dying bots cared little for what happened in the end, he’d begun to discover. Keeping Froid company with idle chatter was enough to allow his processor to wander, to probe, and to infiltrate, and Sunder found more often than not that there were plenty of willing participants. A yearning for death wasn’t something one could easily erase, and it was up to him to erase all his past wrongs and sins by giving those grieving bots an easy way out.

It was easy to do, and it broke none of the strict code that nosy doctor inflicted on him. For Sunder’s end of the deal, he promised no more killing sprees and no more threats against unwilling victims—this was plenty for Froid, to his glee, and even more satisfactory with the loss of the mnemosurgeon’s optics.

No optics meant no setting his sights on poor, fearful prey, and that was the deal. What wasn’t part of the deal was allowing his processor to wander and connect with those desperate enough to come straight to him. They practically fell into his wide open, gaping maws every time, and Sunder had grown to enjoy the indulgence more than the rush of pleasure from screaming mechs.

For a while, Froid was none the wiser of those miserable bots creeping through windows and tiptoeing their way around corners to Sunder’s lair. The mnemosurgeon sat perched atop his berth and listened for the sound of the door’s squeals before patting his belly and beckoning with a servo and a wide grin. They had nothing to be afraid of, not anymore. It was a win-win for everyone.

Sunder supposed the problem had come up when his frequent visits to the doctor’s room were put off in favor of lounging in his berth and obsessing over the feel of his swollen, stuffed belly. It was hard to keep the nightly sound of squeaky floors and creaking doors to a minimum when his visitors were so eager for relief, and Sunder didn’t much care to conceal the reasons behind his recent absences as of late.

After a while, he just… well, he stopped caring, he supposed. It was hard to care what Froid might think or do when he was near-constantly stuffed to the brim with warm bodies and eager prey.

“Sunder,” Froid had finally said one morning, dropping into the mnemosurgeon’s private quarters for an unexpected visit. “I’m starting to worry. Are you sure there is nothing going on that I should be aware of?”

It was hard to answer that with a straight face. Sunder was practically drowning in ecstasy and contentment, his processor a haze of feel-good thoughts from all the bots who’d come and gone. Their happiness at an escape and joy for the release was starting to affect him in more ways than one.

The massive belly of excess fat and rolls of mesh that hung over his lap was no longer the only sign that something was amiss, that was for sure.

“Mmm… yes,” he said, drawing out his words as he picked his teeth with one of the insignias hanging from his neck. “Why? Feeling lonely, are you? I could fix that…”

While he spoke as though airy words and sing-song tone had little effect, Sunder could still hear the flustered stutter in the doctor’s voice. His smile grew comically at the scuffle of pedes and the clink of those ridiculously long arms crossing over Froid’s chest as he stumbled over a reasonable response.

“I—just… tell me you haven’t broken our contract,” he said—practically begged, really. “I’m serious, Sunder. If you’ve gone back to hunting Autobots down, then—“

“Please,” Sunder cut in, lifting the servo that rubbed gentle circles into the swell of his belly to pause Froid’s frantic speech. “You know me, Froid. I would do nothing of the sort.”

And he hadn’t… not really, that is. The agreement remained intact as it was, and Sunder was proving to be a fabulous patient. He could hear Froid’s huffy vents and allowed himself a snicker of his own, his servo settling back down to stroke his belly.

He was, by far, a most reliable mech—for both Froid and for his compliant and willing prey.

[voxofthevoid]

Hi vox.

I've recently read an Eroguro Yaoi manga called MADK ( Motsu Akuma to Danshi Koukousei) and I desperately need to know if you've ever read it because this manga is like so strongly reminded me of your flavour of goyuu fics. Specifically " (Let me be clear) Every version of the story ends with you being slaughtered " .

The premise of the manga is such: A high school boy (Makoto) makes a contract with a demon (J) to let him (Makoto) eat him(J) (sexual vore) for a month in exchange for Makoto soul. J agreed and the contract is formed.

When I read that manga I can't help but be reminded of your goyuu dynamic. Makoto and J are like twisted, fun house mirror versions of Yuuji and gojo. J is what I think gojo will be like as a demon and Makoto is what I believe yuuji will be if he was in the same situation with the same desire.

And it just makes me think so hard about your fic and the way you write your goyuu dynamic I feel like if I don't get this on my phone screen I might just explode and die.

No exploding please! You can't enjoy more eroguro manga and gay vore if you explode.

This is the first I'm hearing of MADK (I don't usually read manga, just stick to anime—JJK was an exception), but that plot sounds gloriously fucked up. I've seen a lot of variations on demon pacts, but this is still novel. I approve!!

My predilection for cannibalism and vore with sexual/romantic undertones largely comes from NBC's Hannibal. The themes were interesting to me even prior to that, but Hannibal was... formative in terms of my writing, especially fanfic. It takes a backseat if canon doesn't have much room for it, like Yuri on Ice or MCU, but media like Bleach or JJK—where there's onscreen vore and/or implications about cannibalism and its effects on the body or soul—are guaranteed to get me gnawing (pun intended) on themes of consumption, possession, corruption, etc. in relation to love and sex.

My goyuu fics feature it heavily, given how Yuuji quite literally derives power from eating sentient cursed objects and how Gojou strikes me as someone who'd very much like to be consumed by someone he'd trust to keep him.

I'm glad you're enjoying that flavor of fuckery! Thank you ❤️

[blametheeditor]

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If given the opportunity, would you take the chance to go to space and travel the stars? What if the person offering to take you was someone you trusted more than anyone else?

What if that person is no longer entirely human?

MENTIONS OF SOFT VORE

Content Warnings: Soft, non-sexual vore (only mentions for now). Mentions of body horror. Mentions of experimenting on people. Mentions of death and murder, violence. Being trapped against one's will. Dehumanization. Abductions. Cursing. Darker themes/tone

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”Hey Scott!”

It had taken several moments for Scott to register his name had been called. When he finally did, it was too late to divert the attention away as two hands settled on his shoulders, his instinct to try and duck away effectively cancelled out by the unexpected contact and left him frozen. 

It let one of Wright brothers effortlessly begin to guide him toward the back door. Away from Vincent who was elbow deep in dough that had been refusing to cooperate for several minutes. “Come outside with me, there’s something cool I wanna show ya.”

“Hands off the Scotty,” Vincent snapped despite still being focused on the mess before him. It was hard to tell if the glare was meant for whoever wanted to steal Scott away, or for the dough. Most likely both. “No one should be outside right now. It’s about to rain, and I ain’t explaining how two of you got colds and one got struck by lightning.” 

“It’s not raining yet,” the unknown brother countered. Though by the sound of his voice, Scott wanted to guess it was Daniel. “And there’s not even thunder. We’ve got time to show Scott something.” 

“Did you ask him if he wants to see?” 

Scott’s shoulders were turned until he could see Daniel’s raised eyebrows. “Do ya?” 

On one hand, he was genuinely worried about what would happen if he ended up alone with the three younger Wrights. They were never rude to him when he visited, and Vincent clearly wasn’t worried as long as he agreed to it, but he had seen how the brothers interacted with each other. Never fully understood why ‘sibling love’ included physical fights and name calling. 

On the other, Scott was worried about Vincent. His best friend’s mood had dropped the moment they got to the Wright household after he invited Scott over to play card games. Grumbled about having needed to do a few things and said the table was available to get homework done. Hadn’t once spoken a word as he tidied up the kitchen and living room, nor when he got out ingredients to make something. 

There was no mistaking the anger. Scott knew it wasn’t directed toward him, but he couldn’t help the feeling he wasn’t making things better. He didn’t want to leave Vincent alone though, so he decided to quietly watch. Didn’t dare offer to help from the fear he’d only make everything worse since he didn’t know how to bake. Misleading someone to thinking they gained support only to find out they got a liability was worse than doing nothing. 

Scott nodded his head to say he’d go outside with the hope he could do something helpful there. Maybe him agreeing could even get them inside quicker so Vincent didn’t have to worry. 

Daniel gave a wide smile before leading Scott outside. Made his heart pound when he spotted the last two brothers waiting for them. Had him praying he didn’t make the wrong decision. 

“How hard did he fight for Scott?” made him want to dig his heels into the ground to keep from getting any closer. The only thing that stopped him was the fact it would’ve been pointless considering he was the weakest of the group. Age meant nothing when someone who was younger than him could have easily picked him up, and respect for Vincent only went so far. 

“Barely. He made more of a fuss about us being in the rain.” 

“Yikes.” 

“Worked in our favor,” Daniel shrugged as he moved Scott to the side so they formed a circle, the other two not even acknowledging his presence. “But we’ll need to be done in 30 minutes, meaning Tony’s getting the berries.” 

“I want the title ‘best brother ever’ on my gravestone.” 

“Getting stuck by lightning while getting berries doesn’t earn that kind of honor.” 

“Neither does getting firewood.” 

“Would you rather not have the easiest job?” 

As the three bickered, Scott slowly began to piece together what was happening. That he wasn’t singled out because they knew Vincent wouldn’t put up a fight and therefore have the chance to mess with him, he was brought outside to help. The exact what and how weren’t entirely clear, but they needed him for something. 

“What’s my job?” he asked to effectively silence all three as they stared at him. 

“Holy shit he can talk.” 

“You didn’t explain anything to him?” 

“When would I have had time to?” Daniel growled before he turned to address Scott with a wide smile. “You are getting initiated into the ways of caring for Vinny.” 

“It wouldn’t be needed if he wasn’t such a stubborn ass,” Anthony grouses. “But he doesn’t let us help unless he doesn’t know we are.” 

“Meaning someone needs to distract him while we take care of a few things out here,” Jonathan continued. “Whenever it’s one of us, he catches on fairly quick. So since you’re here, we thought you could keep him busy for us.” 

Instead of excitement, Scott only felt terror. Because the thought of distracting Vincent for the amount of time needed, at the thought of accidentally angering his best friend to accomplish such a task, it was worse than backing out from helping even if it meant the three would never include him again. 

His fear wasn’t missed. Except instead of making Daniel upset, the second eldest Wright became confused. “Vinny didn’t snap at ya, did he?” 

Scott shook his head furiously. “N-No, I, uh, I-I'll just make things worse.” 

“You would make things worse,” Anthony scoffed. 

“It’s his first time seeing Vinny in a mood,” Daniel waved. “He doesn’t know how bad it normally is.” 

“It gets bad, Scott,” Jonathan joined in. “Usually by now he would’ve herded us inside and trapped us in our rooms.” 

“Which means we wouldn’t have even gotten this far before it was too late. But since you’re here, he’s baking instead of hunting us down.” 

“Fuck he’s baking?” 

“Trust us,” Daniel smirked. “You can’t make it worse. We’d owe ya one if you distracted him for us.” 

He didn’t know if he could fully trust them. But they wanted to help Vincent. And they didn’t look like they were lying about Scott unable to anger his best friend, even on accident. 

Scott nodded his head. Walked back to the house to see Vincent all but snarling at the dough that sat in a misshapen lump before him. 

“W-Would you mind teaching me?” came out in a near whisper, but it was heard. 

Vincent looked between Scott and his failed attempt. Raised an eyebrow like the question confused him. “I’m afraid if you learned from me, you’d never be able to make anything edible.” 

Scott took a few steps forward. “If you’re willing, I’d, uh, st-still like to learn.” 

A smile tugged at Vincent’s mouth. “I always am, Scotty.” 

He was quick to join his best friend at the counter. Watched as the dough was pushed to the side in favor of moving other ingredients to the center. Noticed just how tense the taller was as he began a new batch. 

“You look tired.” 

Vincent froze in place. Looked down at Scott’s panicked expression. Sighed as his shoulders slumped. “I might be.” 

Scott swallowed the lump that threatened to take his voice away. “Want to talk about it?” 

He was given smirk. “Sure. Were you scared I was gonna kick you out for asking?” 

Scott stiffened, both at suddenly getting asked a question and the question itself. “M-Maybe. Is school making you tired?” 

”A little bit. What did Danny wanna to show you?”

As Scott follows Vincent through the wide street lined with dozens of stalls, he can’t help but feel like an awful friend. 

It’s not like that kind of information was hard to find out. Every time he had been handed a nutrition bar, Vincent never took one for himself. And during both cooked meals, only a single plate had been made and handed to Scott. Yet he never noticed until he was told. 

That wasn’t the only thing he missed. Now that he thought about it, Vincent hasn’t slept once ever since leaving Earth. Scott had been encouraged to rest, but the bed was never claimed for the purple man to use. Even while on the bigger ship he was told readying the ship was chosen over sleeping. 

What else has he not realized? What else has been staring at him and he just never noticed? 

How is he supposed to get Vincent to tell him? 

One thing that’s clear is the purple man is still as stubborn as ever in not telling others if something’s wrong or if there’s something bothering him. Scott didn’t want to pry considering whatever happened to turn him into a giant didn’t seem like something that would have been a pleasant experience, no matter how it was done for what reason. But if he’s not being told something as important as being unable to eat and potentially not needing to sleep means he needs to ask more questions. 

It’s not to satisfy his curiosity of what happened in those 6 years. It’s not to chase away his guilt for not having noticed something so obvious. It’s to make sure Vincent isn’t depriving himself of something he needs simply because he doesn’t want to worry Scott. 

He’s brought out of his thoughts when Vincent stops walking, Scott running into him with a quiet ‘oof’. The purple man smiles over his shoulder before turning to the merchant with three pairs of arms and glowing red eyes that seem to stare into their soul. 

“Are there any venders here with nonperishables?” 

With a few clicks, Vincent leads them through the crowd, completely focused on the task at hand. He checks behind him to make sure Scott didn’t get lost, but he doesn’t say anything else regarding what he said before. 

Then again, what would there be to say? It had been stated as fact, that Vincent can’t eat for whatever reason. It’s possible there might be caveats, like the purple man can still eat certain things or only at certain times, but he knows what he can and can’t do. Scott doesn’t need to know those kinds of details.

...he would like to understand, though. 

“Are there pros and cons to not eating?” Scott asks. 

He was expecting to either be completely ignored, or getting the question verbally shut down. He had forgotten they were walking around to get supplies for the ship. Meaning when Vincent stops in front of another stall, he runs into the taller again. 

When he looks up after catching his balance, amber eyes are watching him closely, as if searching for something. 

After a moment, Vincent hums. “Pro, I don’t have to worry about meals. Con, I still get certain cravings. Pro and con for being tiny.” 

Scott jolts when the question is turned back toward him, the purple man grinning at his  surprise before turning to the vender. Left to his thoughts as a list of items is given, he realizes just how badly this can go. Because Vincent is the only giant he’s interacted with, meaning his response can reflect on how he feels about his best friend specifically. 

He knows honesty won’t make Vincent legitimately upset, but he knows Scott will overthink it. 

Well, the cons list is about a mile long. He can’t say it’s terrifying, though. He can’t admit it makes him feel insignificant either. And what kind of pros could he think of! 

Vincent snorts as he hikes a bag over his shoulder. “Did I break you, Scotty?” 

Scott attempts to scowl his features into a glare. Decides to take a page out of the purple man’s book. “Pro, nothing can touch me when you’re giant. Con, I feel like I’ll fall at any moment.” 

“It doesn’t help that I’m almost 6 feet tall,” Vincent smirks, turning to lead them to another stall. “You’d be surprised just how much of a difference a few inches make to the height at that scale.” 

“How small am I to you?” Scott asks, admittedly curious even though he has a feeling he won’t like the answer. 

Especially when Vincent is all too happy to lift his hand up. Points to the middle finger the shorter had walked on with his thumb, the same one he was tempted to kick at. “You’re a little over two inches tall. Someone who’s six feet tall lands just below three inches.” 

Lifting up his own hand, Scott tries to imagine holding someone no taller than his thumb. “Pro and con to holding someone.” 

“Pro, you’re easy to pocket. Con, I always have to be aware of my strength.” As a chill runs down his spine from the sneer at talking about pocketing him and the realization just how easy it would be to accidentally hold him too tightly, they’re stopping at another vender. “Pro and con for getting pocketed.” 

Scott can’t help a scowl at that one, though he holds back from chewing Vincent out once he’s done talking. Feels himself tense up when the creature with a hard shell and sharp claws seems to almost spit in anger as it gestures for them to back away. 

“Is something wrong?” he asks. Tenses as his best friend becomes deathly still, meeting the beady white eyes with a steely look. 

After no one moves for a good minute, Vincent turns on his heel, Scott quick to follow. He doesn’t say anything as they make their way through the crowd, only making sure he stays as close to the taller as possible. Doesn’t dare look back in case he’s accidentally left behind. 

“Sorry, Scotty,” the purple man murmurs as he slows his pace down. Sends a look that could kill in the direction they came from before offering a smile. “We’ve got just about everything we need. We can head back to the ship to drop this off, but if you’re up for it, we can take a pathway up directly to the larger market.” 

Scott almost wants to ask what was said at the stall, to know what made Vincent that upset. Enough to warrant such an intensity as well as cutting the run short.

“We can skip the ship and go straight there," he says, pushing the thought away for another time. When he wasn't going to be surrounded by giants.

Vincent turns away from the stalls toward a much quieter tunnel that has a distinct uphill climb. "You didn’t answer my question."

Scott snorts. “Pro, there’s no way you can accidentally drop me. Con, I feel like a forgotten pen.” 

[ianarovoices]

Bars can be a great place to find one-night stands--and new prey. Luckily, Honey's found the perfect slut, one who's willing to be fucked and devoured. But, her slut may regret it in the end...

Full written story below the cut!!! (My Patrons get it all narrated to them for 13 1/2 minutes; short narration preview is above if you click play, & longer free preview here! :3)

(Please mind the tags!!!!)

A crowded bar on a Friday night is exactly Honey’s scene. And luckily, the kitten has found exactly the type of slut she’s looking for.

The adorable golden retriever across from her smiles gratefully as Honey orders them both a round of shots. Once they arrive, the pup takes a tiny sip from her shot glass. Honey giggles teasingly. “What, you’re not going to drink it all down in one go?” the cat mews teasingly. She lifts up her own shot. “How about you join me, princess?” she offers, jokingly putting her pinky out.

Misty blushes, then lifts her own glass. “To…us?” she squeaks out hesitantly, not sure if her shyness is as obvious to the stranger as it is to her beating heart.

“To us.~” the cat agrees, and both of them down their shot glasses.

Misty puts down her glass with a thunk. “I’m Misty,” she says, turning to face the cat.

“Honey,” she purrs in reply. “Nice to meet you, cute stuff.~”

That makes her blush. “Stoooooop…”

“Why should I?” Honey teases. “Clearly it’s having an effect on you…”

“Mmmm…” The pup gathers her courage and responds. “Well, what can I say? I go out drinking hoping to meet people who have that effect. Hehe.~”

“Well, clearly you found what you wanted,” the kitten points out with a grin. She waves at the bartender. “Two more shots for each of us.” She grins. “Put it on my tab.”

And just a few hours later, she’s has the golden retriever, drunk yet whimpering like a slut, lying beneath her.

The puppy whimpers as Honey’s arms wrap around the slut’s body, gentle kitten paws stroking the dog’s soft fur. “I’ve got you baby,” she whispers reassuringly. “Mommy’s got you. You’re going to love this; I promise…”

Honey slowly spreads the puppy’s legs open, wider and wider, smirking at the sight of the pup’s wet pussy. Then, she stuffs her strap-on inside, and the golden retriever moans as the oversized toy stretches her out. “Fuck…” she whines.

“What’s that?” the kitten teases. “Because it sounds like you’re crying for mommy, sweetie….”

Right then, she thrusts—hard—in order make her sub’s cries get louder. “Y…yes…!” she answers.

Honey chuckles. “That’s right baby. Mommy’s here.” Another thrust. “Mommy’s got you.” And another. “You’re allllll mine…”

And finally, the pup lets out a scream, and comes all over the toy.

The kitten watches as her sub squeals and moans, fluids getting all over the toy as she enjoys her pleasure. “It’s cute, how much you love mommy’s cock…” the dom murmurs with amusement. Then, she starts to remove the toy, the giant dildo wet and glistening as it slowly leaves the pup’s entrance.

Finally, it’s all out, and the kitten gives it an amused lick. “You taste good…” she says.

The golden retriever is still half-high from orgasm, so the comment makes her let out an aroused little moan.

“Oh, like that?” Honey smiles as she gently grabs Misty’s wrists, pining them above her head. “You like mommy enjoying the taste of you?,” she coos, stroking her trapped wrists with a finger. She beams, smiling down at her subby puppy. “Well, good. Because you’re all mine…”

She leans forward, licking the dog’s cheek, then kissing it. “That’s right baby; all mine…” she murmurs, grabbing her sub, moving the sensitive sub’s body to be lying down on the kitten’s lap. All the while Honey continues to lick and kiss Misty, and the pup doesn’t stop moaning.

Just then, the dommy mommy’s belly growls softly. She grins. “You know…if you’ve never been eaten, baby, I think you’d enjoy it. After all, you love me tasting you sooooo much already.~”

“I-I do…” The puppy has never done anything like that, but she’s kinky enough to try almost anything. And in this moment, it definitely sounds stimulating…

“Oh definitely,” the kitty purrs. “And you’ll be better off in mommy’s belly, too,” Honey coos, still petting the golden retriever’s fur. “Don’t you think so, baby? Mommy tasting all of you, then swallowing you down so good. Keeping you safe and warm inside of me, you all curled up in inside like a good slut...” she murmurs, gently rolling Misty over and rubbing her belly. She whines happily; the puppy always loves belly rubs.

“Never tried that before,” Misty moans, leaning into the cat’s warm touch, “but I wanna do it. Want you to take care of me…!”

“Good girl…” Honey praises. “I’ll take gooooooood care of you. Keep you in my biiiiig, warm belly…mmmmm…” She leans forward, licking the puppy’s nose. “Oh yes. You’ll definitely be delicious…”

The puppy had never had someone say that to her before, but it makes her blush very red.

And then, Honey opens her maw wide, wrapping her mouth around her sub’s head.

At first, she just licks, tasting Misty, coating the sub’s head and neck in saliva and drool. The dog blushes at the sensual feeling of the cat’s rough tongue, and at being absolutely covered in proof of her dom’s ravenous hunger…

Then, her dommy mommy gulps, and the puppy finds herself being drawn forward with an impossible amount of force, down down down into the kitten’s jaws.

She does nothing but watch as her head goes from being licked by Honey’s tongue to falling down her throat. She’s never experienced anything like this before; it’s like a strange wet dream…!

A part of her is still hanging out of Honey’s mouth, but not for long—another gulp sends her tumbling again, down the kitty’s hungry throat, and then—

—Misty lands in her dom’s belly with a splash.

She tries to look around, and quickly realizes it’s too dark to see anything. But she can feel the way the tummy squeezes her, holding and keeping her inside. And it’s really quite…stimulating…

Meanwhile, Honey moans softly as she rubs and pinches her belly with soft paws, admiring the way the puppygirl bulges out in the perfect ways, so wonderfully cutely. Her next pinch finds one of Misty’s floppy ears, and the cat giggles. “Love those adorably droopy ears, even when they’re inside my belly,” she coos. “Adorable little baby…”

The cat’s belly is getting quite loud thanks to the big meal, growling and rumbling eagerly. But Honey can still hear Misty’s subby whines as she starts to enjoy her dom’s tummy. They make the kitty chuckle as she continues vigorously patting her belly.

Inside of her, the golden retriever is getting rather aroused. Between the wetness of the kitty’s belly, the way it squeezes and pulses all around her, and the pats overstimulating her further, the poor puppy is getting rather overwhelmed. She can barely speak; all she can do instead is pant, tongue hanging out of her mouth as she moans, whimpers, and whines with arousal.

“Good girl…” Honey praises, and a whimper transforms into a happy cry. “Mommy’s good gutslut pup.~” The cries get louder. “You look so, so good inside me…!”

“Mmmmmm…” the puppy whines, starting to grind against the soft belly. “Almost don’t wanna come out, mommy…!”

Her dom seems to know exactly what the pup is up to, and pats her belly in a way that stimulates her dry humping. “Don’t worry baby,” she coos, “mommy’s gonna keep you nice and close. You’re all mine, remember?~”

Despite her horny brain, the words ring a slight alarm bell in Misty’s head. “Hmmmm…?” she asks, though her voice comes out half as a moan. She wills herself to stop grinding, just so she can focus for a moment.

The kitten giggles, and Misty swears there’s a hint of condescension in her tone. But that can’t be right…! Besides, it’s not like she can make things out very well from inside this belly, anyway.

“Oh, my sweet pup,” the dommy mommy coos. “Mommy’s not letting you out of my belly, sweet thing. You’re staying riiiiiiight there, where you’ll digest all nice and good for me!~”

The golden retriever is immediately caught off guard, and that’s what gets her to stop. “What…?” she asks, startled. She tries to lift her head, but at that very moment Honey pats her belly and pushes inward, constricting the pup’s already small space.

“I mean exactly what I said,” the cat murmurs, her paw still pushing. “You’re my food now. And you know where food belongs, don’t you? In my tummy, baby!~” Her other paw rubs the other side of her belly. “My puppy needs to stay where she belongs; don’t you see?”

Despite her adorably charming voice, Misty’s alarmed by the words coming out of her dom’s mouth.

“I…I…”

But what can she say? Honey makes it sound so reasonable, after all. And it’s so hard to think while melting away in a belly. Her mind is a swimming pool of panic, arousal, & delirium; she can barely form a coherent thought…

“No need to say a word, sweet baby,” the kitty coos, and now her other paw begins to press inward, too. “Mommy knows best, so just let her melt you away. Just be all mine, forever…”

The outside pressure changes something in the belly, and the poor puppy immediately begins to feel weak.

As Misty’s eyes droop closed, all she can hear is the soft, mesmerizing sound of her dommy mommy’s voice.

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“Ahhhhhhh, she looks so goooooood!” Honey crows, giving her enlarged bell y a slap. The cute subby puppy melted into gut sludge and chyme overnight, and thanks to that the kitten woke up to her body having plumped up quite a bit. Her midsection is a globe of flesh and fur—it delights her how easily she can sink her paws into the fat. Not to mention her ass, too…each cheek rounded out and expanded so nicely. “This’ll be nice for sitting on a cute sub’s face…~” she smirks.

Misty’s collar and leash is still sitting on the dom’s bedside table, and she looks at the objects with a smirk. “Thank you for being so delicious,” she says aloud, appreciating the items. “And so willing to listen to your sweet dom…”

She picks up the collar and leash. “These will look good on a new subby treat…

“I should hit the bar again soon.~”

[mx-post-stuffs]

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