#vorny thoughts

[vornyfernz]

Vorny thoughts are hitting hard on this Sunday afternoon.

Preds who are too overstuffed and can’t reach down to jerk it, but they’re too turned on not to, so they start humping their overstuffed gut as an alternative

gets me every time

[voidletooglet]

CW: V/ORE, IMPLIED FATAL

Lowkey fearing for my life posting this doodle holy moly I'm gonna explode.

A hungry hedgehog for my first art post here. Might try to post more but for now take this as I go scream.

[cutiecakery]

Defeated tyrant on death row is asked what her last meal would be

Cruely she requests the princess of the kingdom that defeated her

Due to ancient law bullshit the kingdom is forced to follow her request and the princess feeds herself to the older tyrant

As per law the to be executed must be allowed to enjoy their meal to the fullest meaning the tyrant can't be executed until the princess is fully digested, absorbed, and disposed

With a cocky smile the tyrant accepts her fate while giving quips about how to princess tasted

bonus points if the tyrant specifically requests for the princess's reformation to be disabled/The princess is unwittingly permanently digested through magical trickery on the tyrant's side.

[lesbianoms]

Woman who hypnotizes me into being her edible pet. The trance is only long enough to last the evening, but fortunately for her, that’s also how long I’ll be lasting…

She scratches my head and pets my hair, calling me a good puppy, as I nuzzle into her flat stomach that I’ve been conditioned into thinking I want to make so very round and full.

Lying down on the bed, she beckons me over and we cuddle, as she slowly teases and tastes me, licking the side of my face and peppering little kisses down the side of my neck. Meanwhile I’m getting so horny, and she smiles because she knows that if I’m slick and wet, I’ll slide down her throat much easier…

Snapping a collar around my neck, my pred pats me on the head and says goodbye to me. She slurps me down greedily, squeezing my sensitive, naked body into her gullet. Thick, wet gulps echo around the bedroom as my fate is sealed.

Her belly is a plush, moist, flabby blanket around me as I stretch out her stomach. The walls hug me tight as I shift around and squirm inside of her, to which she reacts with a delighted moan. Her stomach is rotund and swollen, almost bigger than she is. With a dazed grin, she flops her back onto the bed, rubbing and patting the beast of a gut I’ve bestowed upon her.

“Ooooh, puppy…. ❤️ you r-really hh-*hic!* hit the spot~ oouuh, it’s gonna take sooo long for Mommy to digest you, darling…”

She’s right. Her stomach is still getting used to me. The groans her belly lets out are muted and strained, smothered by my weight, and the acids are bubbling slow, trying to make sense of the moaning, panting lump within its confines. But I’m enjoying every second of it. Pleasure tingles through my body as I wiggle around and reach down between my legs to rub my folds.

I hear my pred whine, the playfulness in her voice suddenly retracted, and she moans in discomfort as she tries to soothe her churning gut.

“Hhhmf… ow… I think you’re giving me a tummy ache, puppy…” *hic*

The hiccups are all she’s able to let out. I’m packed so tight in her gut that there’s not a lot of room for those digestive gurgles to relieve pressure around in a more convenient manner. From the depths of her belly come the grumbliest noises as waves of warm air and juices bathe my body, and I continue to touch myself, completely high on the sensation of being her food.

Hours pass. Her stomach has barely made any progress on me, and her gut is still as massive and glorpy as it was when she first swallowed me. I shift around a bit inside of her and I hear her let out a low moan— her belly does the same. It’s gonna be a looooong “digestion session” for the both of us… 🫧

[tasty-n-sweet]

Been in a mood I’ve never really been in before: wanting to be semi-willing prey.

Wriggling fruitlessly while they effortlessly slurp me down. Squirming and whining in a pred’s bubbling gut while they coo about how delicious and filling I was. My body slowly digesting into mush, until all that remains of me is some extra weight padding their waist.

Bonus points if they’re an S/O. Extra bonus points if I get reformed and eaten multiple times.

[hemipenal-system]

From that ask game you reblogged the other day, if you're still up for it!

Inside: What’s your ideal stomach environment to stay in?

Soft: Do you like soft vore? If so why? If not why?

Hunt: Do you/have you ever stalked prey until the perfect time to strike?

@breakingthediaphragm

inside: i have heat intolerance, so definitely something about more room temperature. also damp. i love the damp. the tighter the better, too. that’s why i love avian preds - the crop (not technically a stomach but whatever) can just squeeze around you like a blanket, forming to your skin completely and rendering you into a slight bulge at the base of their neck they can show off as they tell the story of catching you

soft: oh i LOVE soft vore. hard is fun too but there’s something so intimate about it that i just adore. it’s the closest you can be to someone, and knowing they trust and cherish you enough to physically take you into them 😍

hunt: no but this is one of my fave fantasies, both as pred and prey

[imsofullofgirlballsyum]

I need a mean girl with teeth strong and sharp enough to bite through steel to shake me around in her maw like a chew toy and cram me down her throat messily while growling at anybody that would try to interrupt her

[kadegreene]

Everyone says eat the rich but then the moment someone ACTUALLY does it, it's all "no we have to be respectful that man had a family we can't celebrate this uwu"

[vornyfernz]

Brrr, it sure is cold, I hope that someone cute dosnt come around and eat me, that would be horrible

[voidletooglet]

I randomly remembered a old sonic vore artist I really liked as a kid back on Deviantart. I proceeded to try looking for their user again, found their user only to find out they deactivated and I can't even find them ONLINE EITHER 😭

Bro I'm MOURNING COME BACK I MISS YOUR ART

[lesbianoms]

Her: I want you to rearrange my guts~

Me: Oh god I have like zero strap-on game lol

(Smash cut to me gurgling away inside of her, making her stomach and intestines all bloated and stretched out)

Her: Ooof… OOURRRP~ I think you did a good job 🥵

[depravity-disposed]

… do you think Preds get accidentally vorny whenever they eat something that makes thier stomach particularly churn?

I know for me, those thoughts hit me like a bat when it happens. It’s hard to focus on anything when you’ve got a lil’ thunderstorm rolling through your tummy. I love it~

Rebember that time where I said i hadnt eaten for a looong while? The moment i finished My stomach was louder than it had been in a while. Gurgling, Churning, and just crushing and smothering those poor slices of chicken with an eager force that even shocked me in my delirious state… Like, my stomach was calling for a little more… just thinking of it makes me shiver… ❤️❤️❤️

[lowtaperfeyd]

Clandestine

Paul Atreides x Fem!reader

author's note: happy holidays!!

warnings: mentions of affairs and intoxication

wc: 745

The walls of the ballroom encased the sounds of laughter and drunken rejoicing. It was late into the evening, the sun had sunken and met the horizon, while the stars began dancing along the sky, mirroring the Atreides’s guests. They waltzed along to the music of a lively string quartet. (Y/N) stood near a table laid out with dishes of all kinds and next to an imposing, mahogany door that led into a different part of the castle. The greens, blues, and reds of dresses flurried past her like snowflakes. From where she was standing she could see the talking of party-goers as well as Duke Leto conversing with esteemed guests. 

Suddenly another person took a spot by her side, a person who held very highly in her heart. The person leaned in closer to speak into her ear, his hand on her elbow. 

“Are you alright?” Paul asked, playfully, “you look like you’ve been imprisoned at your favorite   holiday.” 

(Y/N) rolled her eyes at his teasing.

“I’m fine,” she replied, breathing out. 

“Have you had enough of old ladies commenting on how you’ve grown into a fine young man?” she retorted. 

Paul gave (Y/N) a glare all his own at her words. Instead of taking offense, (Y/N) only grinned at his expression.  

Before Paul could speak again,

“But, yes Paul,” she looked over to him. “I’m alright.” 

The two fell silent as they had nothing else to say. They let the music of the quartet flow through the room. Resolved, they were standing at the wall of the ballroom, not dancing, not laughing, just standing. 

Paul shuffled into a straighter stand before asking, 

“Do you see Lady Vornis over there?” he nodded to the other side of the room. 

(Y/N) craned her neck to see where Paul was talking about. On the opposite side of the room was Lord and Lady Vornis. The former was standing there straight as a pole while his wife was boisterously talking with the people around them. 

“Yes I do, why?”

“Well,” he started, “she has been unfaithful to her husband.” 

(Y/N) turned her to Paul, whose hand was now resting on her waist, her eyebrows to the ceiling in surprise. 

“And how do you know this?” she asked, eagerly. 

“Earlier today, I saw her and her husband arguing.” 

“So you have been eavesdropping on others' conversations?”

“No!” he said, flustered, “I was just there at the right time to hear what they said to each other.” 

“What did they say?”

“I didn't hear much at first, but at the end, it sounded like Earl Vornis was reprimanding her for her relationship with one of their stable boys on Vorn.” 

She glanced again to where Lord and Lady Vornis were again. The two of them seemed agitated, on edge. Earl Vornis looked like he didn’t want to be here at all, or maybe he didn’t want to be next to his wife. Lady Vornis seemed to have cleared a decent amount of wine in a span of two hours. 

(Y/N) paused for a minute and bit her lip in thought. She looked back to the boy at her side.  

“Have you seen Baron Nalador lately?” she questioned. 

“No, why?” 

“Apparently he has gambled away the fortune his father left him.” she said, matter of factly. 

“It seems the Vornis and Nalador are not very clandestine with their affairs.” He added. 

(Y/N) hummed in agreement, taking a sip of her drink that was on a nearby table.

Timidly, Paul asked, “Do you think anyone knows about us?” 

“No, why would they?” she affirmed, “it’s not like we’ve done something scandalous in public. We have given them no possible way to know about us. It’s fine, Paul.”

Paul was looking at her with a face that asked if she was sure. She looked over to the kicked puppy looking man and scoffed. She placed her hand on his shoulder, reassuringly. 

“Yes Paul,” she said, firmly, ”people don't know.” 

For the rest of the evening, it seemed like (Y/N) and Paul were in their own bubble away from the party. Their behavior currently contrasted them at the beginning. They were laughing and talking vibrantly. They were in a bubble that they thought made them invisible to the world outside them. Instead, how they acted with each other just gave others more reason to believe what Paul and (Y/N) thought was well hidden.

[sinfromlokislair]

thinking vorny thoughts abt a pred swallowing down a tiny and then dancing, swaying their hips back and forth while their poor occupant swishes about inside them, fighting to stay afloat in a sea of booze and digestive fluid, gasping for breath every time they break the surface and screaming for mercy, stop, they’re going to drown, PLEASE—

[randomfoxehs-belly]

Psaro thoughts started giving me ideas

So what that made me start thinking about was like, big bad evil monster overlord dude who totally won and took over the land - hears about a prophecy of a hero chosen by the gods who will one day rise up and overthrow him. So he has his minions on the look out for that shit, and finally gets a report of the chosen hero child being found in some village. So he's like sick af and hops on over and just fucking like kidnaps the kid and takes him home and raises him as his own basically xD

When he like drags the kid out of his crying mothers arms his minions are like "so you gonna fuck him up?" and he's like "oh pshh, I will not hitch the wagon of my destiny to the hollow words of a soothsayer -.- he's just a child, he hasn't done anything to me yet. Buuuuut a child supposedly chosen by the gods could be a very powerful asset for my legions >;) "

that's the thought flower that bloomed in my brain while everything was swirling in a fog anyway

and also the monsters who are basically ruling the world are vorny and eat people that's certainly part of it

they are monsters

and they do be eating btiches =x

humans are second class citizens

snackizens perhaps

and then I started brainstorming it with a friend of mine and he kinda meshed it with this existing idea he already had and it just started fucking groovin and shmoovin

starting out as a rags to riches story of demon boi clawing his way up to becoming the final boss monster overlord >3>

in a desert mad max style setting where humans are bottom of the food chain to demons and monsters~

A massive region which has the whole sandland vibe, where all the humans are all food boys and there's plenty of hungry demons and monsters all around the pred scale about

And some Beelz demon apex rising to becom the overlord and get the monsters in shape, so they can rule the land and make sure the foodboys are put in line and treated like the sluts and meals they all truly are =3

having like a pred chauvinist mentality of preyboys belong in the kitchen lol

Being chauvanisitc towards the tasty boys cause well that's just the facts, and if they can't accept the fact they're meant to be sluts and meals well they're just kidding themselves =9

Tasty boys are food and you can talk down to them like the meals they are uwu

Even when they're angry post apocalypse bois with weapons, still gonna remind em they're meals~

Also, the vibe of like

It might be hot outside, but a demon's guts are gonna be even fucking hotter because of the sheer humidity and internal heat that y'know, being a demon, represents =3=

Absolute fucking broiler guts~

Leaning into the whole dickishness of it all~

Giving it a mild justification why some boys are being fussy and not wanting to just be mealsluts >3>

Cuz demon guys are fucking rude and unpleasant

being devilish~

boys are flinching away while you loom over them being like 😏

leaning in close while they wince away, opening wide and huffing hot steam in their face while they can only squirm and whimper

"hehe what's the problem~? You don't see fish shying away from the lake now do ya, why would you be resisting my hungry gut~?"

Beelz character model but like Gaston's personality xD

Imagining Beelzebub like so

Sitting on a humans face acting as the throne cushion

Toriyama reused character designs from dragon ball for dragon quest all over the place so it's fine to just slap Beelzebubs character design on this idea xD

Maybe with like, Malrothe clothes >3>

An approximation

[hemipenal-system]

not to be too horrendously vorny on the vore sideblog but i saw a video of a model airport with a python moving around in it and i am having Thoughts now about a snake devouring a bus…