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For thousands of years humanity has selectively bred chickens to have larger breasts and to have to lay eggs constantly. We did it to get more meat and per chicken, but from the perspective of the domesticated chickens they’re sorta living in a very specific fetish scenario
The first tags I see on this are absolutely inspired. Incredible pervert lesbian website.
after i finished this i paused and thought i don't have the heart to eat these women. but maybe you do. if you're hungry
@intensecuddleenthusiast again!
On a side note, your "yes/no" vore chart is really cool/detailed, are you okay with other people using it too? I'm not sure if you made it :3
Yes! I did make that chart, it was one of a set of 4 kink info charts I made for me and some friends to use for our OCs, but figured it was also pretty good for my pinned.
Here are the rest! General kink, vore, micro/macro, and belly kink focused respectfully ^^
They're intended for OC use, hence the spot for a portrait but feel free to use them however you like!
If anyone uses them, credit me or link back to this post so others can find it!! That's all I ask lol.
She's being so big and brave.
wonder if people would like to see me draw actually monstrous women....
okay you all said yes you can't get mad at me
they're all dating <3
Three ton scaly woman who curls around me when insomnia kicks my ass and makes gentle content rumbly noises. You agree. Reblog.
I made this post when insomnia was kicking my ass but I'm still thinking about Her
snake kisses anyone
recently i have not been able to stop thinking about the very particular visual of a newly tfed dragon becoming so overwhelmed with having a snout that her brain breaks and she briefly stops being a person,,
imagine. a beautiful dragon still unsure of how to even move her new limbs accidentally rubbing her snout against the floor and letting out the most pathetic needy whine as she proceeds to do little else, utterly reveling in how right it feels.
she cant even form words, syrinx utterly unfamiliar to her still, and her attempts at questions about whether this is even real- or whether this is right- or whether shes allowed to even feel like this- all coming out as nothing more than pleading trilling and growling and whining...
and then a human gets her hands under the dragons snout and she collapses comically, completely, soft putty in her companions hands. shes not even present enough to be embarrassed, wings twitching and tail thumping so rapidly against the floor its less of a beat and more a sustained tone. her whines reach higher and higher pitches as fingernails find the exact spots at the base of her jaw to make her tongue involuntarily flick in and out, her desperate sloppy attempts at nuzzling far too weak because she cant bear to be untouched for even a second.
it doesnt take long after that for the dragoness to fall completely asleep (pinning her companion of course, for how could she move when the new and beautiful beast atop her whines so sadly every time she removes her hand?) and perhaps later when she wakes she will be fiercely mortified, memories completely intact as to how she acted.
oh she can insist that it was just a one off thing, that it was the effects of a foreign and yet affirming transformation, but every time someone catches her by surprise with claw, paw, or hand in just the right spot down her soft nose... she could hardly be blamed for the undignified noises she lets out, truly!
and when she goes into heat, and her scales become as sensitive as they were when they were freshly grown, she forgets how to speak more often than not when someone takes advantage of how weak she is to even the lightest of touch...
obsessed with how a full/stuffed tummy looks. yeah. the food is in there. that’s why its so big. something is inside.
Got inspired to draw dragon vore art... fdjsbfqj really happy that I drew so much!! Anyways yeah here's me getting. eaten by a dragon,, a normal thing to happen,
CWs: Vore (duh), dragon predator, internals, melty digestion, light nudity
The Accident
Cw: unwilling prey, semi unwilling pred, digestion implied
At first, it's funny, just a silly accident.
You hadn't meant to swallow them—really, it was just a stupid accident. One second they were... well it doesnt matter
and the next… well. Reflexes took over.
Now they’re curled up inside you, shifting awkwardly, a littler grossed out, pressing at the walls of your stomach with hesitant hands.
"Wow," they laugh, a little breathless. "This is weird. But, uh, let's figure out how to—"
Then it happens. A ripple, deep in your core. A slow, deliberate knead of muscle, drawing tight around the warm body inside you. The first trickle of heat. the unmistakable prickle of acid leaking out as your stomach prepared to digest. Your breath hitches.
Oh. That feels—
"Shit," you exhale, clutching your middle as your gut tightens again, this time with more purpose. A thick, rolling churn stirs in your belly, massaging the weight inside you.
Your stomach has realised something: there’s prey in it. And it’s considering its options.
There is one most favourable option.
"Uh, hey." Their voice is still light, but there’s an edge to it now. "I felt that. That was—is that digestion?"
You don't answer. You’re too caught up in the sensation. Warmth unfurls in you, something deep and curious and good.
Your gut clutches down, squeezing, squeezing, coaxing the meal inside into something softer, more compliant, something absorbable. You can feel the delicate details of their body against your stomach lining, how the heat and slick pressure intends on shaping them. Deleting the details. Breaking them down into something simplier.
It sends a shiver down your spine. Your hands drift to your belly, pressing, rubbing slow circles against the rounded swell.
The more you knead, the more intricate sensations you discover.
"Dude." There’s real unease in their voice now. A frantic shove from inside you.
"Snap out of it. This is funny and all, but get me out before—"
Your stomach cuts them off, rippling with a hungry, greedy glorp. It clenches down hard, pressing them tighter into its sticky embrace.
You barely stifle a moan at the feeling. Your breath is shaky.
"God, this is—this is really weird, but it feels—"
"Don't say it feels good."
Your hands push deeper into your belly, fingertips kneading, chasing the sensation of their squirming body as your gut gurgles over them.
Each movement makes it better—your stomach is reacting to their struggles, squeezing tighter, rewarding you with a fresh flood of heat.
They’re wriggling more, pushing at your stomach walls, but every motion just stirs up more of that sticky pleasure.
"Okay, no, you have to fight this!" They sound breathless now, the pressure growing heavier on them. "You don’t want to digest me, right?"
You shouldn't. But the weight of them inside you—their body squishing and shifting under your stomach's steady kneading—has you shuddering.
You can't help it; you sink lower, pressing your middle into the bed, letting the pressure sink them deeper into the hot, clenching hold of your gut.
"Ohh…"
The sound slips out before you can stop it. A shaky, drawn-out exhale.
"…Hey," their voice is smaller now, and you can hear the realization creeping into it. "Hey, no, you have to stop this, okay? You can fight it. Just stop—stop kneading your stomach, stop pressing down on me, please—"
Your stomach gurgles in reply, tight and content. You know, with an awful, sinking certainty, that you should be resisting. That you should be fighting against this feeling. This isnt something you can stop. Youve never felt this way before, and its too much for you to handle.
Your breath is coming in shallow, shaky gasps now, your entire body trembling with the sensation blooming deep in your gut. Each clench, each slow ripple of muscle working over the prey inside you, sends another wave of pleasure up your spine, warm and drugging. You have to try, you have to do something, or at least you have to buy some time, to clear your head, before its too late.
But every time you feel your prey - your friend, wriggle inside of you, each flutter against your skin, against your tender insides, it makes it harder to focus on your values.
"D-don't struggle," you whisper, voice thin and wrecked. Your hands tighten over the taut curve of your stomach, rubbing, kneading. "It—it feels too good. You’re just—hah—stimulating me more."
A choked sound from inside you. "Are you kidding me?!"
They kick. Hard.
And it’s ruinous.
The jolt of movement sends your stomach into a frenzy, rippling around them, clutching down with greedy, squeezing pressure. The heat inside you surges, thickening, your gut working faster, kneading them deeper into its clinging folds. Your body reacts, your instincts set off like a tripwire.
You bite back a moan, barely stifling the shaky pleasure that bubbles up in your throat.
"Oh, fuck—" They panic. You can feel it. Their instincts take over, and suddenly they’re thrashing, pressing, pushing against your stomach walls with all their strength.
Your brain flickers a brief realisation of the irony. Yours and your preys instincts acting in perfect discord.
And the overstimulation is delicious. A shudder wracks your frame as you press both hands to your gut, desperate to keep up with the overwhelming sensation.
Your fingers sink into your belly, rubbing deep, coaxing, encouraging—
"Ohhh, that’s—" You bite your lip, barely keeping yourself together. "You're making it worse, you’re just making it—hahh—faster…"
Your stomach glorps, rolling tight waves of muscle over the struggling meal inside. It’s learning about them, molding to them, working them down into something soft and pliant.
And eventually, something liquid, to be pumped further into your digestive tract. Something you deeply look forward to.
"STOP RUBBING YOUR STOMACH!"
You can’t.
Your hips shift as you curl around your gut, pressing down, needing more.
"I—I can’t help it," you gasp, barely able to speak through the sheer, heady sensation.
"I—I'm sorry, I just—it feels so… so good…"
They don't stop squirming, never giving you even a second to try and recover.
Their overwhelming fear, and your overwhelming pleasure means neither of you can stop Your instincts are louder than logic. And unfortunately, your stomach is the only one who knows exactly what to do in this situation.
Your hands circle in quick, desperate motions over your gut, trying to help it digest your friend.
despite yourself—despite your friendship, and the consequences you can barely make out through the fog of euphoria--despite everything—you murmur a quiet, breathless, "I'm sorry."
Then you press your belly deeper, harder into the mattress, and groan as digestion really begins.
genuinely might be one of the hottest short vore stories ive read. soooo good
NEED to see more shy, innocuous preds. They're so sweet and unassuming that most people feel safe around them. How could they possibly have a hidden side to them? They're so shy and so sweet, and they're also really cute and nerdy, always having their nose in a book or writing something down in a journal. Really, there's no way someone so calm could be a pred.
But see... that's EXACTLY what makes them the perfect pred.
They would never harm their friends (I mean... unless their friend begged to be devoured) because they love their friends. The thing about this pred, though? Some of their wires are a little crossed, and when they develop a crush on someone, they just get so, so, so incredibly hungry... and their calm, shy disposition works PERFECTLY in their favor because they don't trigger a prey's fearful instincts at all. Anyone they go out with mysteriously disappears, and the pred appears to have gained a few inches around their waist, but hey, maybe they just went to a buffet or something and their date is busy.
It's not like they're even particularly secretive about it, too. They're so sincere and genuine that they've told their closest friends about their habits, and sometimes, after a date, the pred even calls a friend and invites them over. Their friends are some of their biggest supporters, kneading their grumbling stomach and helping the digestion process along. Each meaty belch from the pred is accompanied by furious blushing and apologizing while their friend just chuckles and firmly pushes their finger into their sloshy belly, secretly hoping to coax out MORE of those loud belches. It just shows that the pred's stomach is successfully melting their meal down into nothing but slush... and by god, their friend wants to be supportive of the pred's diet and help keep it secret--so the harder they massage the pred's swollen belly, the faster the squirming prey within gets digested.
What were early 2000's webcomics like?
It was the best of times, it was the blurst of times. Kids who grew up in the 90s manga boom weren’t old enough to get scanners and the like, so the first webcomics were Newspaper comics based on nerdy things.
Like General Protection Fault, which was an even nerdier version of Dilbert.
And, of course, 1999′s Penny Arcade. Penny Arcade’s success would inspire a million “two dudes on a couch playing video games” clones.
A dude saw Penny Arcade and convinced his artist friend to make a comic with him. He wanted a standard 4-panel comic just like in the newspaper. But his friend was a huge weeb, and wanted to have four vertical panels like in Japanese 4koma comics. So they found a compromise format and started a comic in 2000.
Megatokyo had a lot of video game jokes early on, but quickly morphed into being about anime stuff, which happened to be pretty popular. In lieu of video game jokes, it introduced some light sex humor, a woman with huge boobs who wanted to fuck the gamer dude, and a sentient android that everyone accepted as normal because it was a silly comic and a lot of early-2000s internet humor tended towards randomness.
So you had these two really popular webcomics with elements that had obvious appeal: Dudes on a couch playing video games, sexy chicks with huge boobs who wanted to bang the MC, robots, and a weird square format that happened to be easier to read at lower resolutions. But could these elements be combined? One man dared to dream they could. And in 2002 he made his dream a reality
Given what a joke it’s rightfully since become, I feel the need to emphasize that CAD was one of the big early webcomics, and helped inspire it’s own share of imitators. It’s probably fair to say that it was more influential than even Penny Arcade, in that it had more elements that could be slavishly copied and passed around.
(If you ever wondered why it took so long for anyone in Questionable Content to acknowledge the weirdness of all the robots, it’s because random unexplained robots were really popular in webcomics in the early 2000s)
Meanwhile, it its own little isolated corner of the internet, Bob and George was popularizing “sprite comics”, a genre that consisted of itself,8-Bit Theater the next year, and a trillion shitty comics not worth mentioning. These were less influential than the Penny Arcade ==> Megatokyo ==> CAD ==> Questionable Content progression, but even this early the tiny webcomic scene was start to grow and split. Questionable Content was much more grounded than other webcomics at the time, and it’s rom-com plot was a big step away from the gag-a-day strips, but its influence was dulled because a bunch of other comics were starting to spring up. In the early 2000s, everyone was reading the same things because there were so few comics worth your time, but by the mid-2000s you were starting to see some quality.
You were also starting to see people getting serious about monetization. Scott McCloud’s dream of selling your comics for ten cents a pop and making bank in volume had crashed into the twin peaks of “most comics are also good and they’re free” and “credit cards charge fees, idiot”. Some of the better, more respected comics started joining together into one site with all of them that you needed to pay to access, kind of like how Slipshine works now except without the porn.
This didn’t work out financially, and it also meant that the best webcomics of the mid-2000s like Digger and Narbonic had really small audiences because you couldn’t read them without paying a fee first. Advertising was less useless then than it is now, but times were tough for the webcomics business in the pre-Patreon days. But some webcomics realized that they could find a profitable niche by appealing to new audiences. Instead of the straight white boys who made up the general webcomics audience, they’d reach out to a new demographic:
Perverts!
And, more specifically,
Furries!
Because furries really wanted furry content, and they were willing to pay for it. Pay a lot for it. Furry cheesecake comics prospered, and even though they didn’t have mainstream success, they were pulling it the big bucks compared to your average video game comic. People were starting to realize that 1000 hardcore fans was better than 100,000 casual fans, and a lot of comics started searching for a niche. (This is kind of related to webcomics becoming more progressive/inclusive a bit later, but that’s a whole ‘nother essay that I’m not the one to write)
These webcomics were pretty tame PG-13 stuff like you’d see in the shounen manga its creators were fans of, with nary a nipple to be seen, and a lot of them would die out in favor of straight-up porn.
In the late 2000s, art students realized that making a webcomic was a great way to build a portfolio, and we were hit with the Great Boom Of Webcomics By People Who Can Actually Draw. In 2003, that TwoKinds art was not only acceptable, it was top-tier for a free comic
By 2006 it was not the top tier
By 2008 it was no longer acceptable.
The world of webcomics became flooded with high-quality work by actual artists who’d gone to school and everything. The first generation of webcomics creators no longer ruled as the comics everyone read. Doctor Fun, the first-ever webcomic, ended in 2006. So did Narbonic and Mac Hall. Applegeeks, one of the most successful PA clones, ended in 2010 alongside 8-Bit Theater. Ctrl+Alt+Delete ended and rebooted to the interest of no one.
While in 2001, a bad artist could build a following just by updating regularly and slowly improving, that became a lot harder to do as the Bush Administration ended. There were too many brilliant artists making great content for someone to break onto the scene with simple art or sprites. And one day a lot of people gave up on ever being able to make a successful webcomic if their panels didn’t look like a magic the gathering card.
And it just so happened that that day, the 13th of April 2009, was a young man’s birthday…
doing lines of fairy dust is fine but the high is much better if you put the whole fairy in your mouth and suck on it
we should call vore tumblr "yumblr" that's all. send tumble.
unless that's already a thing in which case call it uhhhhhhh vore
broodiness in preds
this is a concept I came up with that I'm obsessed with.
Basically, preds have the ability to go through a type of broodiness (similar to various avian and reptile species) that makes them obsessively desire to consume prey and keep them inside their bodies. It's very much an endosoma concept, with the pred showing physiological and behavioral changes, and an INTENSE drive to reach their end goal of having their prey inside them, tucked away safe and sound, warm, protected, and all theirs. It's a common mating and social bonding practice.
Many things on the prey's part can trigger broodiness in preds, from the prey being scared, shy, submissive, hurt, ill, or even cold from the elements. Usually triggered by the pred's mate (though it could also be a crush, or a friend or even acquaintance they have a sudden affection or possessiveness/protective feelings for), the pred will start feeling an intense warmth and possessiveness, a desire to envelope them entirely and protect them from threats.
This will cause them to puff out their chest, get dilated pupils, and fluff up (if they have fur/feathers). Some preds might even go through physical changes, such as developing more body fat, thicker fur, or special patches of brooding fur/feathers. Oxytocin will be released like crazy. They'll start to feel deeply warm and fluttery feelings in the belly, and an intense desire for it to be filled with their desired prey. It can reach a point of broody-drunkenness in some.
This may be accompanied by intense "hunger pains", and internal muscle spasms on the pred's part. They actually become physically starved for their desired prey.
Further signs of broodiness could start by the pred just being closer in general. They'll want to always have physical contact. Affectionate grooming behaviors will increase, such as licking or brushing the hair. This is especially apparent with feline preds as they'll lick their desired prey raw with the barbs on their tongue, but every species of pred shows initial signs of broodiness in different ways. Some will even give you a whole spa day just to be close to you and preen and pamper, and massage you!
Heavy drooling, and rubbing up against the prey will always be initial signs of broodiness. Preds will tend to rub up against/massage/squish their prey to a point where it can become painful for the prey. Think of it as cuteness aggression on overdrive, as well as a way for preds to mark the prey with their scent.
Preds may also become obsessed with "keeping their prey warm", by putting blankets over them, warming them with their body heat, or even giving them a hot soup or beverage. Nesting behavior will begin here as well.
Some preds may create an exaggerated "purring" sound or "shivering" sensation to increase warmth and a sense of well-being while cuddling. This is why most preds purr, even non-felines!
Symptoms will then get more intense and physical. The pred will start trying to "envelope" their prey with their body in any way they can. Snuggling, cuddling, leaning against the prey, very powerful hugs, and mouthing are common. Lovey-dovey affectionate feelings will intensify, leading to intense warmth throughout the pred's body, and an increasing hunger toward the prey. This hunger is indistinguishable from the broody and affectionate feelings.
While broody feelings can be mild or temporary with proper self control, preds will sometimes become feral to varying degrees and obsessed with devouring their prey to keep them safe, and "theirs". They might develop aggression to anyone who comes near the prey, and this will only intensify the desire to consume them in order to protect them and possess them. Preds may lay on top of their prey entirely before finally succumbing to devouring them whole.
This can be an inconvenience for the prey, as the pred may spend hours or even days lounging in a broody state with their prey in their bellies (or mouths/brooding pouches/etc).
Some preds may also exhibit "nesting" behaviors, finding the perfect comfortable hide-aways to have this special time with their prey alone, or they might stay in public areas. The latter tends to make the pred a nuisance (possibly even dangerous) and menace to everyone as feral broody feelings usually take over logic at this point.
Thankfully for the prey, broodiness in preds is usually harmless, only coming from a place of overzealous affection and protectiveness. A successful bond will cause the pred to stop producing stomach acid, thus making safe consumption of prey possible!
The pred will either stop eating anything else, only desiring their prey, or they will eat a TON of food prior to eating their prey for nourishment before the act, since again, broody preds don't usually digest their prey (eating food while broody is not recommended as it can cause indigestion). Broodiness goes hand in hand with affectionate and loving feelings, as well as extreme possessiveness and protectiveness, typically towards mates (but not always).
However, preds that DO get broody with their food are exceptionally dangerous, as nothing can stop a pred from devouring and digesting their desired prey once they get broody over them! The only way to possibly save the prey then is to use a decoy, but this isn't guaranteed to work. Possessive broodiness to a point of digestion isn't unheard of, and is a sign of underlying emotional or psychological issues. Unhealthy brooding practice can result in many dangerous and controlling behaviors, and should be corrected.
So anyway, I'm obsessed with broody preds. <3
this is so dang cute
get wasted at a bar and eat your friend before going home. now you can pass out on the couch digesting. but watch out
omigod please
