#vore talk

[methylphenidate-already-taken]

Oof that other post where I talked about a pred walking me home then deciding noms are easier.

More relevant than ever because I have a classmate who is obsessed with me and won’t leave me alone and is digitally stalking me. I’ve had to email the college profs about it and will ask campus security to walk me to the train.

Yet again the idea of a large intimidating pred walking me home is very soothing. Asking them to walk with me and telling them why on the way.

And they get more and more frustrated on my behalf. They feel a pinch in their gut, and it bursts into a hunger when I start to get emotional.

So they scoop me up and down me, holding their stomach as they walk. My stalker can’t see me and no way are they coming anywhere near someone that massive even if they knew I was in there.

The pred ties my shoe laces together and slings my shoes over their shoulder and smiles with pride the rest of the way home.

[sneakyevillurker]

send in vore tropes you say?

How about an observer watching a prey slide down a pred's throat while listening to their muffled protests?

(Bonus points if the observer realizes a tad too late that they're next.)

I LOOVE THIS like i know i say that with basicakky anything I answer but this is like ohmy gosh PERFECT. The voyeurism appeal of watching another person being so causally swallowed whole, listening as they yell and struggle to escape, watching as the bulge they make slowly disappear behind their preds collarbone, before reappearing as a steadily growing bulge in their gut. The preys feet would be left kicking frantically outside their devourers mouth as they lazily slurp them down like some noodles, the unfortunate victim yelling and squirming in a desperate attempt to escape. You KNOW you should help, try and stop whats happening, but you find yourself oddly entranced watching a person be turned into nothing but gut fodder, soon watching as the preys feet are sealed behind their lips with a loud *GLRRK*, the last of them is sent down into the eagerly awaiting stomach. Just as you realize this and decide to leave, your eyes meet with the person you just watched DEVOUR another human being, and you see an unnerving glint in their eye as their tounge runs across their lips...

[clownhoodieguy]

I love monsters, freaks and abominations that wear masks to hide their true face (or lack of a face). Or maybe they wear it in a vein attempt to lure humans towards them, for... totally non-vore reasons...

[ianarovoices]

Her web holds you in place no matter how much you struggle. And even if it wasn't, 4 of her 8 legs hold you down with an expertise that makes it clear the arachne has done this before.

You've gotten so full from her stuffing you, & your stomach hurts from its expansion. But you have no choice to keep being fattened up as on spidery leg holds your mouth open, & another brings fattening foods to your lips.

Her last 2 legs rub your growing belly, drool occasionally landing on you as she tells you how delicious you're becoming.

Soon, the arachne will feast.

Spider women are perfect for unwilling vore ya'll. 8 archanae legs, 1 feeding you & fattening up their prey, 1 holding your mouth open, 2 rubbing your growing stomach, 4 holding you in place so you can't escape.

[bigdaddyguapo]

I’ve got something vore you to watch

[inkiighost]

I imagine that every time you belch, that is the souls of your victims trying to escape the depths of your expansive gut. Every time you feel that pressure build in your stomach and the long low deep rumbles eminent from your quivering belly, think of poor souls trapped within you.

And smile at their plight

😈😈😈

🤤💕

[comfyhome]

shut your jaws. tilt your head back. feel their weight slide down your throat. they’re safe and you’re sated, leaning back in your seat with a heavy sigh. bask in the feeling — the fullness. you needed this, and you know they did, too.

after a momentary bliss, pick yourself back up again and drag yourself to bed. you’re long overdue for a nap. try not to jostle them too much. lay down, drape the blankets over yourself, tuck your head under the covers and imagine what it must be like for them to be so warm.

curl around them. close your eyes. bring your knees to your chest and wrap your arms around yourself. slow your breathing. you can feel them cozying themselves against the walls. you’ll both sleep well. sweet, ridiculous matryoshka.

[acantheira]

I just finished a minizine I’m expecting to sell at conventions!

The goal was to explain the basics in 6 pages- obviously, I had to summarize some aspects…

I hope I didn’t mess up too much (English isn’t my first language)

[pancakewithsprinkles]

[vorekody]

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

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

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

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

[tummytimee]

One of my favorite vore tropes is when prey gets eaten and the pred goes on with their day as usual. But when the pred talks with & interacts with other people, neither acknowledges the fast that there's a squirming lump of a person digesting in their stomach.

Maybe the pred is just very good at hiding it, and is barely getting away with it right now. Maybe they already know that there's prey in their gut, but they don't care about the prey a single bit. Either way, the prey pleas for help in vain. The people around the pred won't save the prey, even if they knew what grim fate was happening to them inside the pred's gut....

[lesbianoms]

Reblog this if you like goopy, painless digestion! Y’all are my people

[vivivivian467]

sillay question (also hi im new)

[novorehere]

Vore is actually the pinnacle of comedy when you include a character acting as the “straight man” who’s wholly disgusted and appalled by the casualness of everyone around them. What do you mean you just got swallowed whole and alive. What do you mean it was “just a misunderstanding.” What do you mean the two of you are going out for brunch tomorrow. What the fuck.

[nombitenary]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[nomstellations]

born to love vore content of niche fandoms and unpopular characters, forced to be the only person making any of it