Syd

21 • he/him • 18+ MDNI • I like mouths and stomachs way too much • Safe & Fatal Vore • Size May Vary • Pred/Prey Switch • My jam is Fatal with Reformation sooo look out if you don’t wanna be meat soup

[cicada-sized]

Hi, I’m Syd, I like vore and bellies and stuff like that

This is an 18+ blog, Minors are not welcome.

I’m just a dude who wants to be reduced to mëät söüp inside of other people and I also write about it sometimes…I hope you enjoy

[cicada-sized]

What Are Friends For? (Vore Story)

Happy 8/8 !! Here's a silly little vore story I finished just in time for it!!

its a small peek into this little world I've made. I’ve been hitting a bit of block with the original story and decided to clean up a scenario i've been playing with for a while!

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You're working at the Nightfall Carnival as a stagehand, and as an assistant to the Star of the show himself, Mercutio, helping him unwind after the show in an… odd way.

Reader: ambiguous, written with they/them pronouns

Mercutio: He/Him

Emery: They/Them

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Warnings: Dark Themes, Fatal Vore, Graphic digestion mention, shrinking, betrayal, and a bit of implied hypnosis sprinkled in *chefs kiss*

🔞 Minors Do Not Interact 🔞

You would have never guessed that you’d find yourself working at a carnival of all places. But you were desperate, and the sign was there.

Nightfall Carnival and Sideshow, Free housing for labor. Who were you to give it up? A carnival only open at dusk– it sounded strange, it didn't seem like a place that would make any money in the first place.

And yet, somehow it did.

They gave you decent work, didn't ask questions as to why you all of a sudden dropped everything to move here, they knew their crowd and respected it. you spent your mornings sleeping, your nights cleaning at setting up stage props, sweeping walkways and generally keeping to yourself. At night, you’d be backstage, working with the performers, setting them up for their acts and watching from the wings.

After the shows, you took care of Mercutio.

that was your favourite part.

Standing at near 7ft, Mercutio only ever came off as strange to you. From the very first encounter with him you knew something was… off. He made it clear, this was his show, he was the star, and took every opportunity to let that be known. The other performers didn’t seem to mind, mostly out of intimidation from the big man, but they never got close enough for you to really know how they felt about their boss.

He kept himself clean, a satin black and red jumpsuit, gold bangles paired with golden inseams, white ruffles on the neck and cuffs and to top it all, the matching cap ‘n bells, always gently jingling with each tilt of his head.

and to your surprise, he never took it off. Every time you met with him, he’d be wearing the same thing. With the amount of clutter around the place, surely he could get more variety than this one pattern.

But hey– you’re not getting paid for asking questions, why bother asking?

Working at the carnival for a couple months now, you’ve found yourself comfortable in this little daily routine Mercutio set up.

However, after the show, Mercutio had an…interesting way to unwind.

Once the show ended, Mercutio would come off stage spend a couple moments with the cast and crew, allowing them to congratulate him before turning to you.

With a slight wave of his hand, he signals you over. here, he would take you back to his own tent; On one end of it, the space looked like a cluttered Hollywood dressing room, The fancy bureau with lightbulbs framing the mirror, costumes and makeup strewn about. Beside it, a massive king sized canopy bed, off white, ruffled drapes cascading down.

Here, he would sit you down, right on the plush duvet, then turn to the bureau. Taking a ring of keys out and unlocked one of the drawers, he pulls out a glass jar, holes poked out in the lid.

Inside of that jar there was ten -maybe twelve- tiny people, all shrunken down. Mercutio not even regarding them as he shakes the glass back and forth, making sure they were all awake, or alive, before presenting it to you.

Now, the first time this happened, you were horrified. Frozen in place as Mercutio untwisted the lid, reaching in and pulling a random one out, wasting no time, raising the man above his head. His wide, toothy grin opening, head tilting back before letting the man fall.

You let out a loud, sharp gasp, He disappeared past Mercutio's lips, the man’s teeth snapping shut.

You were about to get up, scream, run– but before you could, he brought his head down and turned towards you, locking eyes before a deep, wet swallow.

in that moment, you felt a wave of calmness fall over you, the twisting in your gut releasing its tension. You felt warm, even turning a bashful shade of red when he let out a sigh, slapping a hand on his belly. And as if nothing had happened, he walked right over to you, holding out the jar. instinctively, you hold out your palms.

Dropping it in your hands, seeing all those people, shrunken to various sizes, clearly mortified by what they had just witnessed. You grin.

They looked so… pathetic like this.

The bed creaks and shifts as Mercutio sits down, propping himself up in a mountain of pillows, crossing his legs, only ever saying two words. “Feed me.”

You don't know what came over you, but you did. Grabbing each and every one out of that jar, watching them slide down Mercutio’s throat and into his stomach, their loud muffled yells getting louder with each new addition to the tank.

Now, it was routine for you.

As the weeks go on, you found yourself getting more excited as the day progressed, eagerly waiting for the last curtain to drop, the patrons to leave, and to have mercutio signal for you that its time.

And when he finally did, you enthusiastically followed.

It was like clockwork, sitting on his bed, pulling out the jar– All these new faces, you could barely even make them out with the crowding in there. But that didn't matter, all you cared about is watching their squirmy forms slip past Mercutio’s lips, down his throat and into his stomach.

Sometimes he would send you out right away once he was finished, other times he'd make you rub his churning guts until the squirms died down completely. It all depended on the type of show he had.

With how intense tonight went, and how hungry Mercutio looked, it seemed like you’d be here for a while.

You happily pull person after person out of this jar, pinching them between your index and thumb, pull them up to your face, get a nice look at how terrified they really are. It was kinda cute– the little thrashing against you like it would do anything.

Then, down they go, dropped right into Mercutio's hungry maw, who voraciously pulls them in, gulping, sometimes without even tasting.

After a while, you held the jar up to his belly, pulling up the tight jester suit and pressing the glass in to reverberate all the loud gurgles emitting. You found yourself nearly cackling as the crowd of people tumble over themselves and cover their ears from the sounds.

All with Mercutio watching proudly.

You pull the jar away, jumbling it and shaking the people around, before digging your hand into it once more.

You scooped the first one you felt, clasping them between your fingers, taking them out before closing the lid back up and tossing the jar aside onto the soft sheets to watch the show.

You were curious who you’d grab next, what they would look like, what their indiscernible yelling would sound like. Endless possibilities!

Though, you never expected to be pulling a familiar face out from there.

“Emery?”

All of a sudden, things felt very cold.

Emery Brooks, an old friend of yours. You don't know how they got here, you hadn’t seen them for months now, yet here they are, panicked and squirming between your fingers.

Hearing their own name, Emery’s panicked rambling stopped, they turned their head back, mirroring the shock in your face as they came to the same realization you did.

Only their predicament was so much worse.

Mercutio, who also seemed quite surprised at the revelation, grinned “you…know eachother?”

You could feel your heartbeat pick up. “Y-yes.”

Emery was there. They just watched you feed at least five different people to this man. You felt your brain scrambling, trying to find out how they even got to this side of the country, how they got shrunken.

“That’s just… wonderful news!” Mercutio’s tone was nothing short of utter glee with this turn of events.

For a moment, you were shocked, why would this be good? You just pulled your friend out of the jar—

And your heart sunk.

Shit. They were in the jar.

You could feel Mercutio's eyes on you, silent, his patience quickly running thin as you sat in your dilemma. You knew what he wanted, and only moments ago, you wanted to as well.

“…well?”

“I… I can’t." you breathe, the weight on your shoulders only growing heavier as there was a pause between the two of you–a moment of silence, only broken by the chorus of stomach gurgles emitting from Mercutio's guts— they never seemed to stop, not with the pile of people stewing and squirming in there.

You look at Emery in your hand, you can almost feel their tiny heartbeat.

You could hear a little growl in Mercutio's voice as he finally spoke, “…say that again?”

You cringe. “I can’t.”

Feeling Emery in your hand, you couldn't help but feel Mortified. You were almost going to feed them to this guy… what were you thinking?

God they’re shaking— they weren’t fighting against you anymore, though they didn’t look any less fearful of you or the hungry fiend in front of you.

You could feel his eyes on you— they were burning a hole in your skull. You kept your head down, ignoring the urge to turn back to him.

“Well, that’s… disappointing.” His tone mimicked one of a parent about to lecture a child, it made you feel small without even needing to shrink.

You feel your chest tighten as you scramble for understanding, “L-listen, anyone else, there’s so many left I could—“

“And what makes this one any different than the others?” He interrupted, silencing you mid sentence, your mouth slightly agape, “what? we’ve gone through at least a hundred people and now you grow a conscious? it’s a little to late for that, don’t you think?”

To accentuate his point, Mercutio slapped his distended gut, the loud sloshing of thick soup making your face hot with blush– which then made you feel guilt when looking back at Emery, who looked nauseous, making your face grow even hotter.

This was sick, you could feel yourself wanting to give in.

But looking into their eyes, seeing them desperately shaking their head at you, silently begging for you to not give in.

You bite your lip.

“No, I don’t actually.” You snap your head up, raising your voice, only to see Mercutio looking at you with the same dull expression, dousing he fire in your chest quicker than it came up

“I-I just… they’re my friend.”

You look down at Emery between your fingers, who has now resigned to looking down, away from you and the maneater above them.

It must be terrifying, hearing your fate be debated without being able to weigh in on the matter.

Where you had hoped there would be a bit of sympathy, Mercutio groaned in annoyance.

“Come on, they’re no different than the rest— or were those snacks not good enough for you to spare.”

Mercutio leaned forward, bells on his hat jingling slightly, bringing his hand out, which made you instinctively bring your hand back; holding Emery close to your chest protectively.

“Ohh i get it, you’ve never met them before, so ending their lives is okay, right?” You can see Mercutio grin at your reluctance, more than ready to wear it down, making you feel even angrier.

“I- maybe– it’s a little different, Mercy!” You yell out, squeezing Emery ever so slightly in your hands as your blood boils “Yeah, I don’t know them! And as vain or selfish that is, I… I don’t care. You can have anyone else…”

You look down, Emery staring back their wide eyes staring in bittersweet disbelief as you defend their life, “this one’s uhm…off the menu, please.”

They looked shocked, clearly grateful for your protection, but they weren’t going to just trust that they’re okay yet, not with Mercutio staring back at both of you.

After all, he was the one with the power here.

Mercutio brought his hand to your shoulder, you cringe and try to pull away from the touch, he held on harder, squeezing, “wow… that was really touching,” he brought his hand to his chest, “i think… I’m gonna—“

slapping the top of his sternum— only to let out a loud, wet, acidic belch right into your face, spit strands spewing all over your face as it lasts for seconds, ending with a satisfied groan in relief.

“Oh… I guess it was just indigestion.” He smirked, bringing his hand back down onto his belly, which had deflated only a little bit, the piles of tinies inside still happily brewing up a thick sludge.

Staring at his gut…all those people…

Your head was spinning, it felt like you had the worst reality check of your life– what happened to you? how many people you had stuffed down his throat, the ones melting only a couple inches of skin and fat away. They all felt like nothing to you, but now– you felt sick.

And holding your friend in your grip, you weren’t about to let them be subjected to that hell.

“Now while this has been — mildly — entertaining,” Mercutio’s grin faded. “it’s getting old, so I’m going to make this easy.”

There was a beat of silence, you don’t look up, keeping your eyes locked on his belly, grip tight on the tiny in your palm.

“You feed them to me. Or I swap your places.”

…huh?

The words resonated within your skull, your skin felt cold. Eyes slowly rolling up to Mercutio’s, “What did you just say?”

he was grinning ear to hear, practically vibrating with how much excitement ran through him the second you showed off an ounce of fear. He squeezed his fists eagerly, the leather squeaking softly between his grip.

“Oh, that got your attention! And it certainly grasped yours, didn’t it?” Mercutio tilted his head down to the captive in your palm “how's about it, snack? Care for a promotion.”

You look down at your Em, who is frantically looking between the two of you, terrified to respond which way, clearly not wanting to betray you, but also afraid that’ll send them on a one way trip down Mercutio’s throat.

“You don’t want to get stuck in here, do you?” Mercutio jiggled his belly, the sloshing loud enough to make Emery cover their ears.

You scoff at the utter disregard for your life, the time you spent together– you’d been doing this for months now, and he was so ready to flip on you? “Stop it!”

“Do you wanna feed me, little Emery? All I need is a nod.”

You pull them close to your chest, protectively clasping your hands together to hold them tight within your grip, the only exposed part of them being their head. “thats – thats not fucking happening.”

You're not going to get eaten, you're not going to get Emery eaten. You look up, ready to lock eyes with Mercutio’s, trying your hardest to match his intense gaze.

Though, to your surprise, he was still fixated down at Emery, before looking back at you, a toothy, satisfied grin falling on his face. “Oh really?”

Your grip tightened.

They wouldn’t.

The worry must’ve shown on your face, Mercutio busting out in a deep belly laugh as you tilt your head down to see Emery, in your grip, nodding quickly to Mercutio.

nodding at him– agreeing with him.

Another wave of cold washed over you.

“That certainly wasn’t what I was expecting tonight!” Mercutio cackled to himself, the only one in the room finding this situation absolutely hilarious.

Emery then paused, feeling your eyes above them, slowly turning upwards to look at you, a sudden twinge of regret twisting onto their small expression.

“E-Em?” you whispered.

You suddenly felt very drained.

Not tired. It was like all the blood had been drained from you, the energy your body held siphoning out of you all at once. It was dizzying, you attempted to stand, but your legs refused to move. “What's…happening…?”

Your grip loosened, Emery falling out of it and onto your lap. Though you couldn't focus on what was happening with them for long, your eyes rolling back as you lose the strength to even hold yourself up, slipping down on the bed.

Though only lasting a couple seconds at most, it felt like hours. Time slowed in this exact moment, and when you finally came to, everything felt…bigger.

And opening your eyes made it much worse.

It took a moment to focus, but you were met with a landscape of red fabric. The duvet cover of Mercutio's bed. You sat up, hoping it was just a trick of the eye messing with perspective on you.

Though that quickly changed when a deep, low gurgle released from Mercutio's gut. The sheer volume of it enough to make you cover your ears.

You didn't want to, but you looked up, you couldn't help yourself. Cowering in this mess of sheets, peering up to see Mercutio, giant.

“Whats wrong? I thought you liked that sound?” his voice boomed over you, “you certainly liked listening to it earlier.”

Shit. shit shit shit shit….

You tried to shuffle back, the folds of blankets almost swallowing you themselves. Your heart was pounding, it felt like it was going to burst out from your chest, the only instinct you had in you was to run yet– there was nowhere to go.

But you scrambled and scuffled your way through the duvet, turning away from Mercutio, and being met with another body.

Emery.

They were huge not as big as Mercutio, but that didn’t make them any less intimidating.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” the Jester laughed, “I’m tired of this waiting–i could easily eat you both, you know?”

With that, Emery wasted no time, staring down their looming form cascading a small shadow over you, and reaching out to grab you, fingers curling around as they scoop you up with ease.

You thrashed in their grip, kicked, pushed, everything you found yourself laughing at before, you were doing. You tried to yell up to Emery, to get their attention, but they’re focus wasn’t on you, it was on Mercutio.

They rose you higher and higher, pinching the bit of fabric of your shirt, before opening your palm and letting you dangle. your limbs flailed as you clambered to their fingertips “please PLEASE DON’T DROP ME!”

You froze, fearful one small movement would release their grip and have you falling, though falling to your death seemed to be the better fate than what was in store for you.

Emery held you above Mercutio's smug face,

“Well well, never thought you'd find yourself in this position, huh?” Mercutio grinned, his eyes almost crossed with how intense his stare at you was.

“M-Mercutio I promise if you unshrink me I’ll do whatever you want me to” You felt gravity begging to pull you down, to let you freefall into this deathpit you've watched countless fall into before, never seeing the light of day again.

Or any light, for that matter.

“I’ll feed them to you I’ll–”

The giant laughed, interrupting your begging with the heat of his breath wafting over you, sending shivers down your spine.

“Its a little too late for that, dear, don’t you think?” he sighed, “Its a shame too, you’ve lasted longer than most my assistants, we had somethin’ real special.”

You wanted to cry, you could feel the tears welling in your eyes, “M-Mercutio please, d-don't do this.”

“oh come on now, you’ve worshiped this belly enough, don’t you wanna become part of it?”

“No!”

“Ah, well, such a shame for you then.”

His mouth then opened, you thought he was about to speak more, though it just kept getting wider and wider, and before you could realize–

You were airborne.

Emery released their grasp on you, sending you plummeting down to the humid, slick surface of Mercutio's tongue.

You nearly gagged at the heat, instantly sweltering you. His tongue acted like a slide, speeding you up as your body easily slips into his mouth, teeth snapping shut with a sharp click, shutting you out from the outside world.

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Mercutio laid back in his seat, swishing the -now former- assistant in his mouth back and forth, rolling them against his tongue, tasting every inch of this tiny form.

He kept his eyes on Emery, who was sitting in silence, watching with a little bit of disgust, but with an overwhelming confidence to them, they had beaten the odds that were majorly stacked against them.

He closed his eyes, focusing on the lump on the back of his tongue, the squirmy, tasty lump– God it felt so good eating these assistants, they always get so cocky– before tilting his head back, holding his hand to his throat and swallowing heavily.

His hand caressed the bulge his throat made, the warm leather against his skin only adding to his enjoyment, letting out a satisfied sigh. slapping his belly once more, “You wont have to worry about anyone getting their revenge on you in there, you took so long– they stopped squirming a while ago!”

When his eyes opened, he found Emery still there, staring intently at him, though instead of his face, their eyes had trailed down to his stomach.

He grinned.

“So… it was… Emery, right? I have to ask-- are you in need of a job?”

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aaah I hope you enjoyed!! Happy vore day i hope everyone enjoys being self indulgent any silly today!!

[cicada-sized]

here's a silly little post about digesting in an ambiguous pred's guts because I haven’t posted here in a very long time and I should probably do that or whatever.

CW// detailed fatal vore, (prey's perspective) and burping (since I know people can feel iffy about that too) under the cut

🔞 MDNI 🔞

So this is where you’ll be spending your final moments… pathetic isn’t it?

You’re trapped in a dark abyss, stowed away within disgustingly humid gut; just about ready to churn to mush. Your own little hellish world where you’re meant to spend the last few measly hours of your life.

That is, if you even last that long. 

You gasp for breath, the stale oxygen making you cough, the fumes watering your eyes, using any strength you can to push against the walls squishing inwards on you. 

To properly was nearly impossible, the organ so small, you could barely fit. You don’t know how they were able to get you down, the tight squeeze nearly suffocating you, but unfortunately for you, their perseverance proved to be just as strong as their stomach walls. 

You’re curled up, knees pressed against your chest, squishing into your ribs with each breath; digging in even harder with every clench and contraction of the stomach walls as the organ slowly makes sense of its new slab of meat to churn. 

Drenched in frothy stomach acids, your hair dripping with the stuff, run-off pooling around and seeping into your skin. 

You’re helpless as a slight tingling sensation slowly grows, spreading across your body. 

Though you couldn’t see, darkness encompassing you, it felt like every other sense has heightened, the searing heat overwhelming your brain and leaving you dizzy— oh, that actually might be the gastric fumes encompassing you. 

God—It smells so fucking bad. The acrid air is thick with pungent Vapor, the oxygen just barely breathable and making your eyes water. every breath shallow and stale, not to mention air was depleting quickly with each ravenous belch that was blasted up their throat. 

Though with every couple belches, your captor gives a bit of mercy and will swallow a couple gulps of fresh air. you were sure it was purely to keep you going for a bit longer, wanting to savor your body for as long as possible, of course. They worked hard for you, clearly they’re not gonna let their hunt end that quickly. 

Prodding against their stomach walls, fingers stretching and pushing at the folds of rugae. you tried to get their attention muffled pleas that you hoped would get through to them, only to be met with silence. You were lucky if they mustered out a hum of enjoyment from the outside, rumbling all around you. 

Embarrassing.

This may be your last moments you can’t even fight back, one would assume they would die thrashing, kicking desperately against the stomach walls but no, your pred had to choose you. To gorge themselves on a meal they’ll spend an inordinate amount of time digesting. 

you tense up as an unnatural presence prods back against your back. pressure felt past the layers of organ, fat, muscle and skin. A couple fingers dancing along your spine, curving down the paunch; which you certainly had helped in forming. They repeated this motion a few times, giving their gut a nice hefty slap as well, wobbling you and sloshing around the concoction you’re stewing in. 

Feeling that utter humiliation as they truly enjoy their meal to the fullest, you try to struggle and kick, using any energy you have left to extend your limbs out against the tight, slime laden walls.

 You could feel them tense up, holding their breath and let out a groan as their stomach walls clench, forcing your legs back into position knocking the wind out of your chest; once again sending you heaving for toxic air, gagging with each desperate breath. 

You have to get out, you can’t die like this. you feel everything surrounding you attempting to drain every bit of life from you. 

With the calm heartbeat casually thumping above, your captor content and happy to digest you without a care or worry someone will come looking for you— and there’s nothing to do but writhe around and whine for the pleasure of someone else.

Face it, You’re nothing but food now.

[nombitenary]

Been really loving the idea of filling every last inch of Christopher’s guts and I owe @cicada-sized my life for letting me draw his OC Ozzy being squeezed down inside. If only he weren’t so impressed at having actually been swallowed, maybe he would be fighting just a little harder right now to keep the last of him from being sealed inside… better luck next time. If Chris decides to give you a next time, of course.

[nombitenary]

vore scenario: pred sneaks prey into the movie theater and buries them in soda and popcorn, then gets so into the movie that they forget to let them out. they leave the theater wondering how they got so fat..

Oghhhh… I love that in like a g/t style of scenario.

The pred has every intention of letting their tiny prey out, but has a few sips of soda to tease them, and the popcorn smells so good that they just have to have a few bites. All while the prey is at first just. Annoyed. Listening to their pred friend’s muffled but eager gulps from above and cringing as they’re showered in more of the pred’s snacks. They kick one of the walls and say that they better let them out before the previews are over and in response to their movement, they’re treated to the stomach around them contracting a little and a soft hiccup from above them.

It’s only when the pred’s stomach starts to really gurgle that they start to worry, and they shove the walls as more and more of their space is taken— the series of muffled glrks and glucks from above only adding to the humiliation. They’re the same size as those mouthfuls being squeezed down, and they realize with a sinking feeling that the pred must have decided to keep them.

When they start struggling more, the pred doesn’t notice thanks to their lack of room. They can’t make any huge movements, and as the pred takes another slow gulp of their drink, they smile at the thought of their prey stuck so deep inside their belly. Gently, they rub at their middle and coax up another soft hiccup as their guts get to work— slightly overstuffed and heavy feeling— before settling in to watch the movie as their body massages their meal deeper, deeper…

Maybe the prey is indigestible. Stuck feeling the popcorn around them mix into the sludge of fountain soda and acid that fizzles around them, causing the stale air to make their lungs tingle as they inhale. There’s hardly space for them in the bottom of the stomach, hardly air where they’re squashed under layers of soggy popcorn— though that becomes the least of their worries when a deep and rumbly grrrrrrgl shakes through them. With a slick squish, they’re slowly pushed down into the predator’s intestines… listening to the predator gulp down still more of their drink thanks to their stomach emptying out… all while the pred enjoys a movie, blissfully unaware of how far from their stomach the prey has gotten.

Oh well, they’d say when the movie’s over as they rub the weakly twitching lump in their middle, barely able to locate it in the slushy and gurgly mess. They suppose they’re going to have to keep you in there. Enjoy their belly. It certainly enjoyed you <3

[cicada-sized]

Lunch Break (Snippet)

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Minors do not interact: this is an 18+ blog

Content Warnings// M/m vore, size difference, implied fatal/reformation, graphic-ish digestive and fatal themes ahead so if that’s not your cup of tea, you’ve been warned!

This story is taking forever to finish, however I just can’t stop wanting to drop little bits and pieces from it <3 here’s a little sequence I thought would be fun to share~

I hope you enjoy!

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Shutting his eyes, gulping down once more as he brought his fingers even lower, massaging the outside of his throat to ease him in, practically purring at the sensations as his own body pulled Ozwald deeper and deeper, feeling his tiny head finally pull past the uvula, soft damp hair draped along the back of his tongue the tightness cutting Mercutio's breath off for a moment.

This was it.

He could let him go- Open his mouth, pull the little guy out from his mess of curls, cut him a bit of slack on his first day- even if he was learning the most important rule of the grounds.

'Don't interrupt boss during lunch'

Not a rule Mercutio himself implemented, nor one he would inforce- in fact, he found it quite silly!

if he had his way, all his workers would have to report to him immediately as soon as he felt the slightest hunger pang, tend to his belly’s every quiver and ache for fulfilment with their beings.

unfortunately…humans weren't that eager to be eaten, over and over.

usually.

Whether he agreed or not— it was something his employees said to each other as a warning. Not that it would help, he didn't understand the concept of a 'lunch' or a 'breakfast' or 'dinner' other than those being other fancy, human words for 'food'.

He simply ate whenever he felt the need to fill himself.

And whoever was lucky enough to be close by.

But one could imagine- The thought of it made him even hungrier, a big, squirming belly full of his employees- writhing around and fighting for room inside his massive cauldron of a stomach.

'I could shut this place down for a day... or two... I'm sure they would all like a lovely vacation.'

His mid-snack daydream was interrupted by his said-snack, stomach gurgling and twisting impatiently.

'One meal at a time... one meal at a time'

Mercutio's lips parted ever so slightly, allowing a small bit of light cast into his maw, illuminating the bright colours and hues of the fleshy walls and skin-bringing his tongue to his lips once more, tasting the fear and flavour that oswald had left.

Then a simple shift of his tongue- aaaand

—GLK—

Mercutio Swallowed, lips shutting tightly as he sealed his prey off from the world— sending Ozwalds body slipping down into his, feeling his esophagus stretch and accompany every movement the little one tried to make. Jaw hung loosely as he let out a satisfied moan, esophageal walls stretching wide to accompany its new inhabitant.

‘Mine. Hes all mine.’

Tongue lolled across his lips once more, savouring, the edges of them twisting back into its natural grin— the saltiness of sweat giving a lingering tingle sensation across his tongue.

Sure— perhaps this Ozwald had a talent that was useful, and sure, the show needs its new boost of talent to bring in more customers— among other things.

But right now?

He’s just a meal.

Thats all he needed to be.

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I hope you enjoy this little snippet, this is a loooong story I’ve been writing and even though it’s not really close to being done ( x.x ) I still wanted to share!

So… if you’ve read this far... thanks for readin!

[nombitenary]

wanted to add onto the doodle of Negan I did by adding a friend’s OC! Oswald (prey) belongs to @cicada-sized (thanks for letting me use him :]) he’s in a bit of a… tricky situation. Oh well. Can’t help the natural order of things…

[cicada-sized]

Is there a fandom for clown vore or am i just sitting here like

all by myself

(minors DNI I’m an adult)

[cicada-sized]

𝑺𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒆-𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰'𝒎 𝑬𝒗𝒊𝒍 >:3

[MINORS DNI]

Content warning: M/? Reader POV

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Things suddenly became very real.

“Stop it you fucking bastard!” I couldn’t hide the humiliation in my cracked, panicky voice. The fact that I was unable to see through velvet lips that puckered against my hips— though my matching blushed face was on full display for him— a front row seat to my terror.

My hair brushed back once again as he quickly exhaled through his nose with a deep chuckle.

I felt my knee connect with the roof of his mouth as I attempted to fight back, but his tongue pushed against his pallet and straightened my legs out, leaving my feet dangling near the back of his throat— my heart jumped Into mine. “Stop it!”

I’m only given a rumbling chuckle as he grins, teeth framing my torso in a frightening display of his wicked delight, my breaths forcing my skin deeper into the incisors, I could feel the bruises already forming.

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Just a little Drabble I thought I’d throw into the void >:3 my my what a terrible predicament we’ve found ourselves in…

[cicada-sized]

Nobody Can Have You But Me

THIS IS AN 18+ STORY MINORS DNI

Warnings: 18+ Soft Vore, Fatal Digestion, Similar Size AND same size vore! some lowkey weird romantic possesiveness causes a lot of betrayal, Lastly this is a MLM story created by a gay man, if none of this is your jam then get off my toast!! <3

Summary- You and your boyfriend are taking a stroll down the riverside, and an unexpected guest comes to join in on your alone time. Your boyfriend always said he would protect you no matter what, will that still ring true?

The Day was turning into a beautiful dusk, you and your boyfriend were on a walk by the river, the sun settling over the horizon with a beautiful orangey pink skyline, painting what was once blue and White. The two of you were holding hands as you strolled along the riverbend, bugs and birds chirping their songs into the setting sun and onto the rising moon, He held yours so tenderly, so tightly— you feel safe, loved.

Nothing could ever hurt you, He was there to always protect you.

As you two walk along your nature trail, watching the ducks swim downstream, other passerbys walking their animals, engaging in mindless conversations of your future together, you feel every ounce of love your boyfriend feels for you right within his hand, gently squeezing yours every so often.

Strangely, you start to notice a strange person walking the same way as you.

it was a man.

Not too far behind you both, but that gap began to quickly get smaller and smaller. He had begun to take every turn you Take… and whenever you slow down, he would too… when you would speed up a bit he would too. 

you tried to mention something subtly to your boyfriend, but he shakes it off, laughing to himself that you have nothing to be worried about, he’d deal with whoever would mess with you both. 

After all, he is a predator, he’s not one to be easily messed with, you’ve seen countless fall victims to his insatiable gut. You had helped him digest them too.

He’s so sure he doesn’t even want to look back at the stranger, using his free hand to pat his empty stomach, joking about how he hoped that the guy would try something.

You feel safe again, but still wary of the stranger who silently followed behind.

A few more minutes go by.

He’s still following…

You get a sinking feeling in your gut.

Your boyfriend takes notice, and laughs off your nervousness once again, promising if the stranger doesn’t let off, You’d be helping him digest the man in a matter of minutes. 

You finally are able to lose the man’s focus as you both decide to take more intricate pathways, harder to follow with so many turns, so late.

It’s also easy to lose track of where you are. 

You both find yourself not recognizing the paths you took, it getting darker and darker out, the sky now a dark purpley blue as the stars begin to shine. You start to panic a bit, your boyfriend calms you, telling you that nothing in this world will get to hurt you, that you're his.

He places a hand on your back as you both find a place to take a moment, Sitting you down on a bench, surrounded by trees, the sound of nature and running riverwater a little ways away to calm you down, you close your eyes, you feel your boyfriends hands on your shoulders, rubbing tenderly. 

For a moment, you couldn’t remember why you were so tense.

Then all of a sudden you feel him pulled backwards away, yelling out loud in surprise.

You stand up immediately, spinning around to see.

It’s the stranger from earlier, your heart plummets seeing your boyfriend in his grasp, so much bigger, so much more powerful than either of you had realized.

Without another moment, the man forces your boyfriends head into his mouth, greedily lapping around his face and neck— your boyfriend flails in his grip, but is clearly no match for this predator, him merely chuckling around his victim and taking a large deep swallow, pulling more of your boyfriend inside. His throat bulged with ease as he took your boyfriends’ body in with little to no hassle, saliva dripped from the predators’ mouth as a look that could only be described as pure ecstasy was upon the Apex.

You watch on in horror, the one man to protect someone as meek as you, and hes easily gobbled up without so much as a fight. You’re frozen in place, heart beating so fast.

He was eating him.

And you were likely next.

The sickening squelches and gulping sounds that filled the air, also filled you with dread, seeing your boyfriend disappear into the belly of this man, not making so much as a bump inside. 

Your legs feel like jelly when his piercing eyes land on you, he was heaving heavily, clearly he had just consumed a hearty meal, and it was even clearer he wasn’t finished.

he was looking for seconds. 

And you were right there, sitting on the bench like a snack waiting to be picked up in the pantry.

You slowly back up, he watches you, as if he was amused by this act, though the moment you turn to run he immediately closes the space between you two. 

It was just your luck that you tripped on an exposed root, hurdling you towards the ground. The Predator chuckles as he drops himself onto you, Winding and forcing all the air out of your lungs, you gasp for air as you’re pinned to the ground by the rotund bulge that contained your boyfriend. You could feel him squirming around and trying to push against the strong layers of fat and muscle that confined him— you couldn’t help but picture how helpless, how degraded he must feel inside of another predator. 

A bigger, better one at that.

Curled up into a ball, forced to feel what he had inflicted on others– the acids must’ve started to work their way around him, the squirms only getting more frantic and the screaming louder. You were so close, yet so far away. 

Drool and saliva pooled off of his tongue and onto your face, you try to turn away, but his grip on you was too tight, slobber getting all over your face and hair, drenching your clothes. He greedily lapped it back up, taking the time to really savour you and your flavour as he did so. 

“Oh dont worry little one~ You’ll see your love soon enough” his voice grumbled low, you could hear the hunger in his voice with every word. 

His breath was hot, horrifically inviting compared to the cold bite of the night air, his stomach gurgled and churned against you– you could feel your boyfriends struggles from within, pushing desperately at the hot stomach walls as they slowly ate away at him. 

The Predator opens his jaws wide, letting his tongue drag across your face one last time, extra slowly, taking every second to enjoy his meal, before pushing your head inside of his mouth before you can even get a word in. Strong teeth framed your neck as your vision was blurred by the red darkness around you, his tongue pressed up against your cheek as he enjoyed holding you in place.

The wetness of the mouth coated you in saliva even more than before, masticating you— making you easier to swallow.

Not like it would be hard for him in the first place. 

Your ears pop as he greedily gulps your head into his esophagus, you cringe as you’re squished and squeezed, muscles massaging you down inside of him, your new home.

He continuously gulps, pushing your frail body more and more into his, you could hear all the excited little grunts and breaths as he did so, you try kicking your legs around, at least you would go down without a fight.

That just results in him holding your legs tighter, shoving the rest of your upper body into his gullet– muscles forcing you down with strength you could never imagine, all down to an acidic chamber where you would spend the rest of your time.

Your only solace is knowing that you get to be with your boyfriend again.

You feel your head push up against a tight ring, another gulp lets the sphincter of the stomach relax, the gastric gurgles and ambiance sloshing welcoming you inside, with your arms being freed from the tight esophagus, you immediately start to push against the walls that squashed you, screaming and crying out loud. 

You cry out as the rest of your body is sealed into the Apex’s, fully consumed in the dark of the night. 

Nobody will ever know. 

You feel yourself grasped by a pair of familiar hands. 

Your boyfriend brings you close to him, you expect him to hug you, to tell you everything was going to be okay— even if you both were inevitably doomed. 

Instead, he tightens his grip on you– pulling you even closer to his face, only inches apart, your heart sinks once again.

“B-Babe? What are y-”

“Sorry Love,” you feel his breath on your face, the sauna heat around both of you already making you feel exhausted “But I’m not letting myself go out on an empty stomach~”

The words rang in your ears, did he really just say that?!

Horror, you pull your arms back, trying to get away from him, but with nowhere to go, he tightens his grip on you, his own voice becoming darker, more animalistic.

“P-please–” 

“You really want me to starve? Aren’t I allowed a last meal?” he whined softly, a dark chuckle burbling out of his throat, “did you really think i was going to let another predator digest you?” his face pressed up against yours, you whimper softly as he licks your face, deja vu hitting. 

“You’re gonna taste so good.” he brought his lips up to your forehead, pressing his soft lips against you, you felt the love and warmth he held for you with that simple and small gesture, but it gave you no comfort. “You’re all mine”

It seemed to be destiny, as your boyfriend opened his mouth, you could feel the stomach walls push you two together, the acids stinging against your skin, as your hands pushl upon your boyfriend, you feel many holes in his clothes.

Acid burns. 

He knew how this would feel for you, he knew exactly what he wanted to do to you. 

You were nothing but a Meal to him now.

Before you have time to pull back, beg or even just scream, your head was once again encased into his mouth. It was much easier to put up a fight this time, both being drenched in fluids made it hard for him to keep a grip on you, the both of you rolling around, kicking, pushing and pulling. Belly walls that surrounded simply took each blow with ease, neither of you could truly hear it but with the vibrations around you were sure that the Apex was laughing at the struggles inside.

This game of tug-o-war on your body was getting harder and harder to maintain, though things took a turn for the worse when he was overtop of you, taking multiple deep gulps, your head forced into his throat.

This was much tighter than the first time, he gripped his hands deep into your arms, you cringe as his fingernails dug into your skin a bit. The pressure against your head was intense, you could barely breathe as inch by inch you were being pushed deeper into him. 

You couldn’t believe it. 

The one person you trusted. Even when being digested himself, couldn’t stop his own need for a full belly, the insatiable gluttony of a predator. 

The need to eat. 

You swore you could start seeing stars as you were massaged further down, taking shallow breaths as you descended, his heart was beating so fast, just as before, you could hear every little moan and noise of pleasure that came out of his mouth. 

You couldn’t fight it anymore, your body goes limp as you give up, letting your boyfriend take the lower half of your body into his mouth. Its no use, its a choice between being eaten by him, or eaten by the first one.

At the end of the day— this was truly what you wanted– to be with him forever, to be as close as you possibly could. There was always a chance he would eat you, that was the risk when you started dating him, you knew this was going to happen. 

So why fight it?

You cringe as your welcomed once again to the smell of gastric juices and leftovers from dinner, your body slips right in easily, allowing you to curl up into a small ball inside of his belly. 

Your boyfriend lets out a loud belch, holding his stomach tenderly as he lays in ecstasy– “Nobody gets to have you but me.” he mutters to himself, closing his eyes in the already dark, painful abyss he was in, it didn’t matter what was happening, he was full.

Full of you.

You lay against the walls of his belly, feeling the muscles push and prod against you, as well as a pair of hands gently caressing you in this fragile state. He massaged his stomach with such delicacy.

“Holy shit…I’m almost mad I didn’t eat you earlier”

His tummy burbled against you, stomach juices seeping out and onto you, they stung just the same as before, but somehow you couldn’t seem to mind it. You let your own eyes close, the ambiance of his gurgles and groans being one that you had found yourself falling asleep to many times, it was only natural. 

You were his boyfriend.

Now you’re food.

Now you’re his Last Meal.

You couldn’t help but get butterflies, smiling softly as your world began to fade softly. 

You were finally all his. 

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A loud belch could be heard along the forest, cracking through the quiet night like a lightning strike, followed by a loud pat on the gut, “That’s it boys~ settle down in there” 

Outside, the Apex leans against the thick stump of a tree, feeling the two morsels in his stomach squirm around, Laughing devilishly as he massaged his fat oversized gut, A thick belch rumbling through him and out his mouth, sighing in relief as his belly slowly began to process its meal, gurgling and glorping happily around its new guests.

He couldn’t tell exactly what was going on in there— nor did he really care— all he needed was a full belly, and those two hit the spot perfectly. He licked his lips tenderly, savouring the little bit of taste he had left over. The satisfaction of the meal brought him immense joy, the weight of the two in his gut making him feel whole. 

Full. 

Just How things Should be.

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thank you for reading! i really hope that you enjoyed this little drabble, It originally started as a dumb little twitter post that I just started hyperfocusing on.

Any feedback is absolutely appreciated, I haven't posted any of my writing for years at this point, and I would love to hear what you would have to say!

[cicada-sized]

Nobody Can Have You But Me

THIS IS AN 18+ STORY MINORS DNI

Warnings: 18+ Soft Vore, Fatal Digestion, Similar Size AND same size vore! some lowkey weird romantic possesiveness causes a lot of betrayal, Lastly this is a MLM story created by a gay man, if none of this is your jam then get off my toast!! <3

Summary- You and your boyfriend are taking a stroll down the riverside, and an unexpected guest comes to join in on your alone time. Your boyfriend always said he would protect you no matter what, will that still ring true?

The Day was turning into a beautiful dusk, you and your boyfriend were on a walk by the river, the sun settling over the horizon with a beautiful orangey pink skyline, painting what was once blue and White. The two of you were holding hands as you strolled along the riverbend, bugs and birds chirping their songs into the setting sun and onto the rising moon, He held yours so tenderly, so tightly— you feel safe, loved.

Nothing could ever hurt you, He was there to always protect you.

As you two walk along your nature trail, watching the ducks swim downstream, other passerbys walking their animals, engaging in mindless conversations of your future together, you feel every ounce of love your boyfriend feels for you right within his hand, gently squeezing yours every so often.

Strangely, you start to notice a person walking the same way as you.

it was a man.

Not too far behind you both, but that gap began to quickly get smaller and smaller. He had begun to take every turn you Take… and whenever you slow down, he would too… when you would speed up a bit he would too. 

you tried to mention something subtly to your boyfriend, but he shakes it off, laughing to himself that you have nothing to be worried about, he’d deal with whoever would mess with you both. 

After all, he is a predator, he’s not one to be easily messed with, you’ve seen countless fall victims to his insatiable gut. You had helped him digest them too.

He’s so sure he doesn’t even want to look back at the stranger, using his free hand to pat his empty stomach, joking about how he hoped that the guy would try something.

You feel safe again, but still wary of the stranger who silently followed behind.

A few more minutes go by.

He’s still following…

You get a sinking feeling in your gut.

Your boyfriend takes notice, and laughs off your nervousness once again, promising if the stranger doesn’t let off, You’d be helping him digest the man in a matter of minutes. 

You finally are able to lose the man’s focus as you both decide to take more intricate pathways, harder to follow with so many turns, so late.

It’s also easy to lose track of where you are. 

You both find yourself not recognizing the paths you took, it getting darker and darker out, the sky now a dark purpley blue as the stars begin to shine. You start to panic a bit, your boyfriend calms you, telling you that nothing in this world will get to hurt you, that you're his.

He places a hand on your back as you both find a place to take a moment, Sitting you down on a bench, surrounded by trees, the sound of nature and running riverwater a little ways away to calm you down, you close your eyes, you feel your boyfriends hands on your shoulders, rubbing tenderly. 

For a moment, you couldn’t remember why you were so tense.

Then all of a sudden you feel him pulled backwards away, yelling out loud in surprise.

You stand up immediately, spinning around to see.

It’s the stranger from earlier, your heart plummets seeing your boyfriend in his grasp, so much bigger, so much more powerful than either of you had realized.

Without another moment, the man forces your boyfriends head into his mouth, greedily lapping around his face and neck— your boyfriend flails in his grip, but is clearly no match for this predator, him merely chuckling around his victim and taking a large deep swallow, pulling more of your boyfriend inside. His throat bulged with ease as he took your boyfriends’ body in with little to no hassle, saliva dripped from the predators’ mouth as a look that could only be described as pure ecstasy was upon the Apex.

You watch on in horror, the one man to protect someone as meek as you, and hes easily gobbled up without so much as a fight. You’re frozen in place, heart beating so fast.

He was eating him.

And you were likely next.

The sickening squelches and gulping sounds that filled the air, also filled you with dread, seeing your boyfriend disappear into the belly of this man, not making so much as a bump inside. 

Your legs feel like jelly when his piercing eyes land on you, he was heaving heavily, clearly he had just consumed a hearty meal, and it was even clearer he wasn’t finished.

he was looking for seconds. 

And you were right there, sitting on the bench like a snack waiting to be picked up in the pantry.

You slowly back up, he watches you, as if he was amused by this act, though the moment you turn to run he immediately closes the space between you two. 

It was just your luck that you tripped on an exposed root, hurdling you towards the ground. The Predator chuckles as he drops himself onto you, Winding and forcing all the air out of your lungs, you gasp for air as you’re pinned to the ground by the rotund bulge that contained your boyfriend. You could feel him squirming around and trying to push against the strong layers of fat and muscle that confined him— you couldn’t help but picture how helpless, how degraded he must feel inside of another predator. 

A bigger, better one at that.

Curled up into a ball, forced to feel what he had inflicted on others– the acids must’ve started to work their way around him, the squirms only getting more frantic and the screaming louder. You were so close, yet so far away. 

Drool and saliva pooled off of his tongue and onto your face, you try to turn away, but his grip on you was too tight, slobber getting all over your face and hair, drenching your clothes. He greedily lapped it back up, taking the time to really savour you and your flavour as he did so. 

“Oh dont worry little one~ You’ll see your love soon enough” his voice grumbled low, you could hear the hunger in his voice with every word. 

His breath was hot, horrifically inviting compared to the cold bite of the night air, his stomach gurgled and churned against you– you could feel your boyfriends struggles from within, pushing desperately at the hot stomach walls as they slowly ate away at him. 

The Predator opens his jaws wide, letting his tongue drag across your face one last time, extra slowly, taking every second to enjoy his meal, before pushing your head inside of his mouth before you can even get a word in. Strong teeth framed your neck as your vision was blurred by the red darkness around you, his tongue pressed up against your cheek as he enjoyed holding you in place.

The wetness of the mouth coated you in saliva even more than before, masticating you— making you easier to swallow.

Not like it would be hard for him in the first place. 

Your ears pop as he greedily gulps your head into his esophagus, you cringe as you’re squished and squeezed, muscles massaging you down inside of him, your new home.

He continuously gulps, pushing your frail body more and more into his, you could hear all the excited little grunts and breaths as he did so, you try kicking your legs around, at least you would go down without a fight.

That just results in him holding your legs tighter, shoving the rest of your upper body into his gullet– muscles forcing you down with strength you could never imagine, all down to an acidic chamber where you would spend the rest of your time.

Your only solace is knowing that you get to be with your boyfriend again.

You feel your head push up against a tight ring, another gulp lets the sphincter of the stomach relax, the gastric gurgles and ambiance sloshing welcoming you inside, with your arms being freed from the tight esophagus, you immediately start to push against the walls that squashed you, screaming and crying out loud. 

You cry out as the rest of your body is sealed into the Apex’s, fully consumed in the dark of the night. 

Nobody will ever know. 

You feel yourself grasped by a pair of familiar hands. 

Your boyfriend brings you close to him, you expect him to hug you, to tell you everything was going to be okay— even if you both were inevitably doomed. 

Instead, he tightens his grip on you– pulling you even closer to his face, only inches apart, your heart sinks once again.

“B-Babe? What are y-”

“Sorry Love,” you feel his breath on your face, the sauna heat around both of you already making you feel exhausted “But I’m not letting myself go out on an empty stomach~”

The words rang in your ears, did he really just say that?!

Horror, you pull your arms back, trying to get away from him, but with nowhere to go, he tightens his grip on you, his own voice becoming darker, more animalistic.

“P-please–” 

“You really want me to starve? Aren’t I allowed a last meal?” he whined softly, a dark chuckle burbling out of his throat, “did you really think i was going to let another predator digest you?” his face pressed up against yours, you whimper softly as he licks your face, deja vu hitting. 

“You’re gonna taste so good.” he brought his lips up to your forehead, pressing his soft lips against you, you felt the love and warmth he held for you with that simple and small gesture, but it gave you no comfort. “You’re all mine”

It seemed to be destiny, as your boyfriend opened his mouth, you could feel the stomach walls push you two together, the acids stinging against your skin, as your hands pushl upon your boyfriend, you feel many holes in his clothes.

Acid burns. 

He knew how this would feel for you, he knew exactly what he wanted to do to you. 

You were nothing but a Meal to him now.

Before you have time to pull back, beg or even just scream, your head was once again encased into his mouth. It was much easier to put up a fight this time, both being drenched in fluids made it hard for him to keep a grip on you, the both of you rolling around, kicking, pushing and pulling. Belly walls that surrounded simply took each blow with ease, neither of you could truly hear it but with the vibrations around you were sure that the Apex was laughing at the struggles inside.

This game of tug-o-war on your body was getting harder and harder to maintain, though things took a turn for the worse when he was overtop of you, taking multiple deep gulps, your head forced into his throat.

This was much tighter than the first time, he gripped his hands deep into your arms, you cringe as his fingernails dug into your skin a bit. The pressure against your head was intense, you could barely breathe as inch by inch you were being pushed deeper into him. 

You couldn’t believe it. 

The one person you trusted. Even when being digested himself, couldn’t stop his own need for a full belly, the insatiable gluttony of a predator. 

The need to eat. 

You swore you could start seeing stars as you were massaged further down, taking shallow breaths as you descended, his heart was beating so fast, just as before, you could hear every little moan and noise of pleasure that came out of his mouth. 

You couldn’t fight it anymore, your body goes limp as you give up, letting your boyfriend take the lower half of your body into his mouth. Its no use, its a choice between being eaten by him, or eaten by the first one.

At the end of the day— this was truly what you wanted– to be with him forever, to be as close as you possibly could. There was always a chance he would eat you, that was the risk when you started dating him, you knew this was going to happen. 

So why fight it?

You cringe as your welcomed once again to the smell of gastric juices and leftovers from dinner, your body slips right in easily, allowing you to curl up into a small ball inside of his belly. 

Your boyfriend lets out a loud belch, holding his stomach tenderly as he lays in ecstasy– “Nobody gets to have you but me.” he mutters to himself, closing his eyes in the already dark, painful abyss he was in, it didn’t matter what was happening, he was full.

Full of you.

You lay against the walls of his belly, feeling the muscles push and prod against you, as well as a pair of hands gently caressing you in this fragile state. He massaged his stomach with such delicacy.

“Holy shit…I’m almost mad I didn’t eat you earlier”

His tummy burbled against you, stomach juices seeping out and onto you, they stung just the same as before, but somehow you couldn’t seem to mind it. You let your own eyes close, the ambiance of his gurgles and groans being one that you had found yourself falling asleep to many times, it was only natural. 

You were his boyfriend.

Now you’re food.

Now you’re his Last Meal.

You couldn’t help but get butterflies, smiling softly as your world began to fade softly. 

You were finally all his. 

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A loud belch could be heard along the forest, cracking through the quiet night like a lightning strike, followed by a loud pat on the gut, “That’s it boys~ settle down in there” 

Outside, the Apex leans against the thick stump of a tree, feeling the two morsels in his stomach squirm around, Laughing devilishly as he massaged his fat oversized gut, A thick belch rumbling through him and out his mouth, sighing in relief as his belly slowly began to process its meal, gurgling and glorping happily around its new guests.

He couldn’t tell exactly what was going on in there— nor did he really care— all he needed was a full belly, and those two hit the spot perfectly. He licked his lips tenderly, savouring the little bit of taste he had left over. The satisfaction of the meal brought him immense joy, the weight of the two in his gut making him feel whole. 

Full. 

Just How things Should be.

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thank you for reading! i really hope that you enjoyed this little drabble, It originally started as a dumb little twitter post that I just started hyperfocusing on.

Any feedback is absolutely appreciated, I haven't posted any of my writing for years at this point, and I would love to hear what you would have to say!

[cicada-sized]

CW/// Transphobia

“You know when you die, 1000 years from now they’ll dig up your bones and see you as your bio gender!”

The pred who just swallowed me and is currently digesting said bones

[cicada-sized]

psspspspspss…I’ll eat ya

Promise?

[cicada-sized]

I’m working on a Drabble and I wanna know if this is cool— TW for Fatal Vore & Betrayal from a loved one so sorry if you’re not a fan!

🔞minors DNI🔞

Person A (prey) and Person B(pred) are in a relationship, they’re on a walk one late night and A realizes that they’re being followed by Person C.

B, being a pred, isn’t too worried about this stranger, until he finds himself looking down the throat of this much bigger, much hungrier predator.

A has to watch their S/o get swallowed up like they’re nothing, and they know they’re going to suffer the same fate. The only glimmer of hope at the end of all of this is that they’ll be with their love again

Unfortunately for them, when A is finally swallowed up, reunited with B, B seems to have arranged other plans.

before A can even realize what’s happening, B let’s their own natural instincts kick in, As soon as they get a hold of A they stuff them inside of their mouth, greedily swallowing them up once again.

“Sorry Babe, I’m not letting anyone else have you as their meal—urp— you’re mine”

——

UGHHH just preds succumbing to their one and only instinct to EAT even when they themselves are being put through the very same thing it’s just 👌🏻

[theprotectivepred]

WELL, WELL, WELL. WHO DO WE HAVE HERE

It is I! My sona is finally done. Decided to go with an orca themed Sona, who's a reformed evil-doer (rumor has it they were a hitman or mercenary).

These days, they use their physical strength to protect those who need it.

Thanks guys so much for participating in all the voting!! And soon, it's-

time to eat yall

[fastfur07-deactivated20250715]

I crave you.

I’m not talking about some wishy-washy emotional thing. This is real. Physical. I am hungry, and you are going to satisfy me.

I still love you. What made you think I didn’t? But sometimes love gets a little more personal. A little more… primal. You could even think of this as a show of affection, almost like a kiss. And you know what’s more intimate than being kissed?

Being swallowed.

Can you imagine what it would be like to be swallowed? Being taken in whole, into another’s body? Well, you don’t have to. This is the only way I can be satisfied, and I’m not passing it up.

Oh, you can’t escape me now. You don’t think I prepared for this? It’s been bugging me for quite a while. And don’t worry, it’s not like anything bad is going to happen to you. I’m just taking our relationship to another level.

I’m making you mine.

[voreguys]

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