cherry anon here, just seen the employment anon ask mentioning me from last week lol. you're sort of right, im not a one off stuffer but also not a regular big eater! i only stuff sometimes, i don't get a lot of opportunities so when i get the chance i really go for it. my best one was probably when i managed two dinners and ten donuts over the course of an evening. i'm not a big girl, im not entirely sure where I was putting it after a while but i housed it all no problem. by the time i went to bed i think i still could've eaten more, honestly, even though i was fucking massive and stuffed like a turkey. i think if i went out i would've been asked when i was due lmfao 😵💫but yeah, when i really get going i'm a bottomless pit. i just can't afford to do that often! - 🍒
ahhh this is so hot tbh and I know exactly what you mean because I am the same ;3 when I get in the mood I can fuckin eat 🥵
I bet you looked so fucking hot packed completely full, belly swollen out from everything….sorry I’m just feeling a lot about this ask 🥴
the way the bottom of your belly gets just a little more soft than the rest? often more sensitive? shit like, thats the best there is. who wouldnt wanna play with that and experience that bliss
No one talks abt how absolutely hot it is for prey to be absolute horny messes in a belly. Like, imagine sitting there and feeling little thumps in there realizing that whoever is in there is humping your innards, touching themselves, trying to reposition themselves so that whenever you rub or pat your belly, you touch their crotch <3
they get on all fours, their stuffed stomach hanging down as they breath heavily after a huge dinner. they completely overdid it.
as their stomach hands below them it begins to churn and is bubbling loudly. they try grab it, but cant as they groan and place their hand back on the floor for balance
“fuck this gut is huge…” they moan, “theres so much inside me.. good god”
their stomach angrily roars. their eyes shut and their mouth slightly opens as it growls. they let out a breathless moan afterwards.
they cant help but begin to feel turned on by just how huge their stuffed stomach is, how much its hanging below them, and how loud its reacting to everything being stuffed inside
okay what about someone teasing and encouraging their own belly to fit more in despite it being packed to bursting, prodding at the mound of food inside them, massaging their belly and ignoring the warning gurgles it lets out as they keep filling it
idk if these are the vibe u were going for but its all i got
"Oh, come on, we can take a little more."
"All that rumbling must mean we're still hungry, hm?"
"Come on, you can do it. Few more bites…"
"Hey, you're not gonna pop just yet."
"Oh, quit that whining, you've still got space."
"Just hang on for one more plate, then I'll give you a good rub."
[after a good burp] "There, now you can't say you're too full."
"Keep griping like that, I'll feed you even more."
There’s just something about a cute boy with a bloated tummy that drives me absolutely insane. Especially if he’s normally lean—flat stomach, toned muscles—but now, his belly is swollen and round, stretched tight from overeating or an upset stomach. The contrast is just so good.
Like, imagine him sprawled out on the couch, shirt barely covering the curve of his belly, one hand resting on it as he groans dramatically. He’s all grumpy about it, maybe a little embarrassed, shifting uncomfortably because he never gets like this, but his tummy just hurts. And, god, I love it.
I’d be right there, pressing my cheek against his swollen stomach, feeling the warmth of his skin and the deep, sluggish gurgles beneath my ear. He’d grumble at first, maybe try to shove me away, but I’d just giggle and nuzzle into him more.
“You’re so cute like this,” I’d tease, poking gently at his belly, watching the way it gives just slightly under my fingertips. He’d swat at my hand with a lazy glare, but there’d be a pink dusting on his cheeks because he secretly loves the attention.
And then, when I start rubbing slow, careful circles over his stomach, his whole body would just melt. A soft sigh, his head tilting back, maybe even a little moan slipping out as he relaxes completely under my touch.
“Mmm… that feels good,” he’d murmur, fingers slipping into my hair as he absentmindedly plays with it, his other hand still resting on his bloated belly.
I’d press a little kiss to his stomach, grinning. “Told you I’d make you feel better.”
God, I need a boyfriend who actually wants me to rub his belly. Someone who likes it when I play with his tummy, even when he’s feeling all gross and miserable. Someone who lets me press soft kisses to his aching belly and doesn’t complain when I rest my head there, listening to every sluggish gurgle as he runs his fingers through my hair.
i want someone to stuff me past the point of being full, but not make it obvious to me.
im imagining being out and about with a doting feeder who keeps pushing food my way somehow. maybe we’re at the mall and we stop for a good lunch in the food court, then some hot fresh pretzels pretzels from you know where, then look what we’re about to pass- the candy shop! of course we have to stop in and try all the fun items we cant get most other places. snacking on those on our way back out to the car, struggle to buckle in, and on our way home we’re passing an ice cream place. what better way to end the day then stopping in there for a quick treat? by the time we get home, my belly is bursting. i lay back on the couch, only for my feeder to bring out some snacks and soda to indulge in while we watch a show together.
I want my belly to be ROUND!! I want somebody to sit me in their lap and feed me. Help me eat as much food as possible while I wear a little baby tee and a pair of jeans I'll have to unbutton. Watch my belly bulge outwards, getting tighter with every bite. I want the shirt to ride up, my whole tummy plopped out. Fill me more, tell me how good I am for eating everything. I'll wash everything down with two liters of soda and finish with a string of huge belches. Rub my belly for me after, it'll be so achey and full. I want to be so stuffed to the point where I burp every time I move. I want my belly filled with gas just pushing it out further, waiting to erupt from my mouth. I want to be dazed and sleepy from how much food is in my belly, the feeling of your hands so soft on my skin.
I want to burp and burp and burp, just carelessly. Hiccuping and belching, my eyes heavy and tired from how hard my body is working to digest everything.
Preys always talk about how comfy it would be to sleep in a stomach - and yeah it would be. But have you ever considered how comfortable and snuggly it is for the pred.
All ready getting a little sleepy and your S/O decides to slide down your throat.
You have to cope with the soft gentle squirming and shifting - like an internal massage. With all those gentle whimpers and moans she makes melding with the gurgles of your own satisfied belly. With the taste of her still clinging to your lips and tongue.
But above all is the delightful, almost heavenly heaviness as your taught gut heats up, carrying, loving, possessing her as you keep her safe.. and keep her yours! Sapping all your bodies remaining energy to devote entirely to processing her..
Just to wake up with her between the thighs she added to ~<3
Yes playing with a belly can be intimate, but I would like to kneel down eye level with your soft belly, knead it with care and when you least expect it, give it a really gentle bite, just sinking my teeth on doughy soft heaven, I wanna bite the fattest parts of your belly and then sink my face into it. Gosh it feels so good to have my own personal pillow.
this is an erotic vore story. do not read this unless you want to read about vore. also, do not repost it to blogs labeled "safe for work," tag it as "safe for work," or share it with minors.
Additional warnings: the digestion in this is safe and pleasurable for the prey, but it's also a little bit...grindy? crushy?? I wouldn't describe it as graphic or gorey; it's mostly just very rough squeezing, but do exercise caution if you think that might upset you.
Additional Notes: If some details in this seem oddly specific, that's because this is technically redacted f4nd0m vore, lol. I sincerely doubt that there's enough here for anyone to glean the source material, but on the off chance you think you know what this is a f4nf1c of, please do not type the name of it in the comments. I do not want this showing up in non-vore related search results!
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You're sitting in her lap, snuggled up against her chest, when you hear a wet, grindy rumble that tapers off into a high, squelchy gurgle. You sit up straighter, and angle your neck so that you can see her face. She gazes down at you with her usual stoic expression, but you notice her pupils are slitted. Being near you must be triggering her hunting instincts.
With some difficulty, you wrap an arm around her shoulder -- she's nearly two feet taller than you, but when you're sitting like this it becomes possible, though you have to stretch your arm a bit. Her thin pupils dart along with your motions, locking on to your every movement.
"Sweetheart," you say with gentle concern in your voice, as you caress behind her neck. She feels very tense. "Your tummy doesn't sound so good. Do you need something to eat?"
She shakes her head, though her pupils remain fixed in your direction as she does so. "I'm used to it," she says in her usual soft, flat tone, "I can control myself."
"That's not what I mean," you say, frowning as you massage up along her scalp -- she's sensitive there; you feel her untense a little as you do so. "You know you can have me whenever you want, right?"
She wraps her own arm around you, and exerts just enough force to press you back against her chest. Despite her overwhelming physical strength, she's always so careful and gentle with you. "I want you out here. So I can hold you, and kiss you."
"Okay," you say, smiling a little. She might be famously intimidating, but you've never been able to get over how just sweet she can be when she's comfortable. "How about I make an order for someone? Would that be alright?"
"Only if you want to." Her hold on you tightens just a little. "I'll manage just fine."
"I do want to." You nuzzle into her chest, and give her a little kiss between her breasts. "It's not good for you to go without prey for so long. Your body needs those kinds of meals to be healthy. It's nothing to feel bad about."
"If you insist," she says, smoothing your hair. You hear her stomach again; this time the sound is a deep, gravelly grumble that you can feel ripple across her belly. That can't be comfortable, you think. You hope her stomach will settle once she's fed.
***
Hours later, she lies on her back, resting under the weight of her well-fed belly. You press into the top of it, and she groans a little as you start to rub. You've just finished feeding her a three-course, homecooked meal, along with three prey you found through one of those "prey for pay" apps -- lots of people find her attractive, so it's never hard to find someone a little bit too eager to spend the evening in her guts, but you really lucked out this time. Everything must be packed nice and tight in there.
"Good girl," you say, lowering your voice into a more soothing tone. You think you hear her stifle a whimper as you press down a little harder. "I bet all of that food feels so good inside your belly."
"Yes," she says, her breath hitching, "It does." Her previously slitted pupils are now blown wide.
"I'm so glad," you say, leaning in to give her a little kiss around her navel, where the bulge in her upper gut starts to round down. Then, using both hands, you start to massage strong circles into crest of her belly; her stomach is firm and full underneath the soft layer of her paunch. "You feel so taut. It's really stretching you out, isn't it?" You continue pushing and rubbing. Her breaths have become deep and heavy, and if you listen closely, you can hear the quiet little grunts and moans she can't help but let out. "Your stomach must be filled to the brim."
As you continue to rub, you feel the surface of her belly tremble a little as it starts to rumble and gurgle. Her stomach must be starting to release its first round of digestive juices, the ones meant for regular food. Soon, her digestive contractions will strengthen, and her gut will start to secrete a special mixture of gastric acids and extra-strong enzymes meant to help her break down whole prey. Her gut muscles, which are far stronger than those of a human, will start to wring and knead her food until it's optimized for absorption, stirred up into a thick, bubbly slop meant to be gulped down into her intestines and taken into her body as nourishment.
It sounds like it would be unpleasant, but being digested has always been your favorite part of feeding yourself to her. The sensation is almost like an impossibly warm and tight hug that squuezes you right at your core, that pulses up and down your entire body until you feel all flushed and fuzzy. You're sure whoever's in there is having a great time.
***
It's so tight that you can barely even wiggle around. Plush, slimey stomach lining smothers you on one side, while you're packed into a dense mass of mush on all others. You can hear and feel strong, bassy rumbles tremble up through you as they work their way to the top of the stomach, as well as some thick, wet burbling and gurping sounds coming from deep in the belly, where things have just started to soften. Every now and then, a firm but gentle squeeze rolls over your body, pressing you against the rest of the massive, doughy bolus the pred's stomach has worked her meal into. Sometimes, the stomach wall pushes right into you, and something on the other side of the lining begins to knead over and around your body with brutal force, almost as if it's trying to crush you, smearing you with slimey stomach mucus and secretions in the process. You can hear the pred's heart thumping fast and hard, hear her breaths quicken between her hums and sighs.
You've never been digested like this, as mere part of a meal rather than the main course. Nor have you ever been inside a belly glutted so full of food, inside a stomach where every last fold has been stretched out to its absolute limit. Your own stomach turns pleasurably at the thought of how surfieted your devourer must be, how huge and heavy her belly must feel, bulging out from her middle, bursting with the satiating bulk of her dinner. You decide you'll do your best to be still and agreeable for her. Right now, you want nothing more than to be a good meal, to settle in her stomach and digest pleasingly, to help make her belly feel warm and weighty and full.
A thick, guttral churning sound starts from somewhere deep inside her belly, and soon, you feel slop shifting and stirring around you as her gut begins to wring you in a slow, crushing motion. Pressure tears into your core as her stomach grips you tighter and tighter, and you shiver, your mind and body fuzzy with a pleasurable sort of dread, as her gut practically *chews* you with its insurmountable, pulsing rings of pure muscle. Thick, bubbly glorps and meaty gurps start to sound around you as her belly continues to macerate its dinner -- you -- with vigorus, grinding churns and relentless force. A warm buzz begins on your skin and quicky works its way deeper inside you, until you feel flushed and tingly in your core. Deep gurgles and gurns rumble though you, and the edges of your being become fuzzy as you're smothered in gastric slime and slop. You know the pred must be able to feel you succumbing to digestion, feel the rich mass of her dinner breaking down into a thick, nourishing stew with little resistance, her meal pleasing her with every pleasant churn and stirr that works its way up to her belly's brim from its pit.
You sit in a loud stomach packed full of Thanksgiving food actively digesting around you. It's disgusting in here and after a loud groan followed by a lurch, causing the belly owner's stomach contents to churn dangerously around you, you manage to get your leg out of the chyme and give a fleshy wall a solid kick. The entire chamber shudders.
"Oww! I said I was sorry!"
Bramble winces.
"I didn't see you on my plate, I swear."
You shout obscenities and flail about inside the bubbling food filled pit that is your giant friend's gut. Your words are muffled.
"Look, you'll be fine in there, alright? I'm sorry, buddy, but I'm not wasting this meal. I promise you a good hot bath and like...whatever you want after, alright?"
You could throttle Bramble for thier carelessness- because you were going to be stewing in thier digesting belly for hours now.
But it was hard to stay angry when you knew Bramble genuinely hadn't meant to put you in this position. You sigh and lean back against thier stomach lining as the whole organ lets out a series of busy gurgles and churns, the walls squeezing you tight this way and that.
You feel them pat thier stomach and stifle a burp. The belly wobbles around you.
"Fuck. Sorry. Settle in. I'll try not to move so much."
Bramble reassures. You can imagine them lounging on thier couch, hands clasped loosely over a slightly distended stomach as thier meal processes around you, unable to harm you.
