Fighting someone eight inches tall as I swallow them whole would fix me I think
... Especially if they continue the duel from inside my stomach š„“
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Fighting someone eight inches tall as I swallow them whole would fix me I think
... Especially if they continue the duel from inside my stomach š„“
This is an 18+ only space, minors do not interact
Pred going to the doctor because Iām not digesting right, and the doctor treating her full, groaning tummy like itās a separate entity because of the prey (me!!!) inside.
Asking her to flop it down onto the table and asking it questions that I canāt respond to because Iām only half-conscious and the bubbly, squelching gurgles are overwhelmingly loud compared to my slurred voice.
The doctor pressing up a stethoscope against the gut in the hopes to hear me better... giving up when it doesn't help. Feeling up my pred's swollen middle, casually telling her to drink more water once I pass out because it'll help digestion.
Just... everyone regarding me and my eventual fate but still treating me like food or a bad stomach cramp that'll just settle down. Something about that is sooo good!!
And after that, there are still options.... maybe the doctor gives my pred some digestion pills that speed up the process, and they both watch as I begin to squirm again. Her belly becomes a bubbling cauldron and long, deep groans sound out... my high-pitched whimpers of surprise raise a muffled crescendo and then stop entirely as her stomach shrinks rapidly ā ļø
Or maybe she carries my weight all the way back home and tucks me under a blanket, feeling my kicks from within weaken and soften, rubbing her poor belly and moaning, hoping I'll tire myself out so she can start hydrating ā¤ļø
Thinking about being collared and praised and played with like a chewtoy
Being a micro on a rope/leash, dangled into a preds maw where they get to relentlessly taste and tease their preyā¦
Every now and then, dropped into the preds throat to be nearly swallowed, but not quite, as the pred pulls their prey out before theyāre lost to the depths of the stomach.
The longer the prey is in the preds grasp, the more bite marks they end up with. Sharp teeth have dug in over and over again, leaving the tiny morsel absolutely shreddedā¦
I love the way the haughty and dignified "hmph! my knights will deal with you, foul beast" call of a princess turns to screams of "nononoplease!" When she slides down my gullet to join said knights.
Women belong in the kitchen and men belong in their stomachs
giant gluttonous boyfriend who you can't bring your tiny friends around or he'll eat them <3<3<3
you think you've finally introduced him to a friend he likes enough not to eat, until you turn away for a moment - and turn back to see him, with his head lolled back and a wriggling lump sliding down his throat.
he covers his mouth and chuckles, as if you've just caught him eating the last cookie in the jar and not your dear friend. he dismisses any angry words you give him by picking you up and pressing you soundly against his stomach.
"they weren't anyone special," he reassures to you. "and hear how well they're settling in? why don't you invite a whole group of little friends over - perhaps i'll be too full to eat them all."
Making out with a pred who forgor they had a micro in their mouth they've been sucking on like a jolly rancher all day and you accidently swallow it, and they get pissed at you even though it's your fault and eats you for taking their prey
So... You're new to the community and want to know how to tag your posts...
Well, you've come to the right place! I have been seeing way too many people not understanding how to tag their posts, so I'm going to (hopefully) explain a little better how to tag it.
Thanks to Tumblr's ban on, ahem, Adult Content, you can't just straight up tag your posts as vore. But fear not! Here are some variations you can use:
V.ore, v/ore, v0re, vor3 (I personally mainly use the "v.ore" variation)
Great. So, now you know how to tag your post as vore. But what about the other things?
Everyone in this community has different tastes, but there are a few main sub-categories of vore.
Soft vore: Use this for when the prey is swallowed whole!
Hard vore: Use this for when the prey is eaten in multiple pieces (torn apart, crunched up, etc etc)
Fatal vore: Use this for when the prey is digested and dies
Safe vore: Use this for when the prey is totally safe!
Okay, we've got the main categories out of the way. But wait! There's more...
Safe vore tends to come with a few extra tags: "Extreme Cuddling" and "Endosoma." There are other tags you can use, but the other tags end up inadvertently clogging up the fatal tags, so it's best to not use them.
Now... What are some tags you can use to describe the scenario? Well, I am glad you asked that, dear reader! You can use tags to describe the overall state of the pred/prey.
For preds: willing pred, semi-willing pred, unwilling pred, male pred, female pred, nonbinary pred, ambiguous pred, cruel pred, sweet pred, gentle pred, monster pred, human pred, giant pred
For prey: willing prey, semi-willing prey, unwilling pred, male prey, female prey, nonbinary prey, ambiguous prey, monster prey, human prey, tiny prey
Make sure you tag the species of your pred/prey, as some people don't like humans in vore, and some people don't like monsters in vore.
"What about what's happening in the scenario?"
There are different kinds of other kinks that can be mixed into vore.
foodplay, fearplay, primal play, hypnosis, intox, giant/tiny (G/T for short)
"But what about the act of vore itself?"
There are many different ways a pred can ingest a prey. Yes, I know, it seems silly... But this whole kink is kind of silly and unrealistic, so bear with me!
Methods of consumption: oral vore, anal vore, cock vore, tail vore, belly vore, pec vore
(Note: you will probably have to play with the spelling a little and/or censor these words).
"What about what's happening inside the belly?"
Inside the belly: Digestion, painless digestion, painful digestion, orgasmic digestion
(Once again, the kink is pretty silly, so, you can make Digestion feel however you want it to feel for the prey.)
"And the aftermath?"
It's up to the writer to decide what they want to happen after the prey has been consumed. There are some ways you can tag what's happened afterwards, though:
post vore, weight gain, reformation vore, regurgitation
"Okay, but like, what about when things are just implied or not explicitly stated?"
you can use: implied vore, implied digestion, implied fatal
Tagging is a great way to reach the specific audiences that you want to reach, and it's also a good way to avoid trouble later down the line. Leaving a really broad tag on a super specific post will expose people to stuff they don't want to see, and nobody wants that kind of trouble. Yes, it is up to people to curate their Internet experiences, but why make it challenging? Tag posts properly to help avoid conflicts!
a pred who lives near a hive mind colony.
the hivemind could easily eliminate this predator. by ganging up on it. Sure, one member is an easy meal, but the colony has hundreds at their disposal.
However they choose to leave the predator alone, and not kill it. Because they respect biodiversity. And the predator doesn't pose that big of a threat.
The predator knows it shouldn't mess with the hivemind, for its own safety, it shouldn't poke the bear - or maybe, the bees nest, to keep the metaphor more relevant.
But they really are easy to catch. A great snack, really, one of the predator's favourite and most ideal prey. They can't help it sometimes. There's instincts involved, is the excuse.
of course the colony immediately knows if the predator has done this. They'll tell it off, reminding the predator of the position it is in. the predator is blessed by the hivemind's kindness, but the blessings may run out if they're not careful.
But the predator acts innocent, and endearing. It was just so hungry... there's not a lot of other prey around. The hivemind finds it sympathetic, if not pathetic.
And kind of cute, It's kind of like a pet, that eats some of you. So the predator gets away with it, for now.
The hivemind sharing memories, naturally, so every time an individual member of the collective gets cornered by the predator they get to remember every single cramped, awful moment that their collective mind spent inside their gut and then still having to go through it again. Compound problem for every additional prey they pluck off.
God, this reminded me of something, and the combined idea is driving me nuts.
Hivemind that "tells them off" but only partially serious, but also simultaneously morbidly into it and that's part if why they let them get away with it, because oh sure the rest of the natural diversity argument is there, but the sex is great and as much as they deny it they definitely get off on the memory of the pred's gut churning them down, and oh the opportunities to experiment. How many prey get to claim they actually KNOW what they like best from their preds, afterall?
College professor in a vore world teaching biology and being like, "Btw, none of this shit applies to preds. The second someone eats someone, their body just completely stops making sense. There is no scientific reason why someone should be able to reform people, it's just magic. Pred biology is the hardest subject for biology, I would not recommend studying it, it'll drive you insane."
"We keep sending researchers out to study their biology and surprise surprise they never come back. We're burning through these grad students faster than their grant money"
a pred who lives near a hive mind colony.
the hivemind could easily eliminate this predator. by ganging up on it. Sure, one member is an easy meal, but the colony has hundreds at their disposal.
However they choose to leave the predator alone, and not kill it. Because they respect biodiversity. And the predator doesn't pose that big of a threat.
The predator knows it shouldn't mess with the hivemind, for its own safety, it shouldn't poke the bear - or maybe, the bees nest, to keep the metaphor more relevant.
But they really are easy to catch. A great snack, really, one of the predator's favourite and most ideal prey. They can't help it sometimes. There's instincts involved, is the excuse.
of course the colony immediately knows if the predator has done this. They'll tell it off, reminding the predator of the position it is in. the predator is blessed by the hivemind's kindness, but the blessings may run out if they're not careful.
But the predator acts innocent, and endearing. It was just so hungry... there's not a lot of other prey around. The hivemind finds it sympathetic, if not pathetic.
And kind of cute, It's kind of like a pet, that eats some of you. So the predator gets away with it, for now.
The hivemind sharing memories, naturally, so every time an individual member of the collective gets cornered by the predator they get to remember every single cramped, awful moment that their collective mind spent inside their gut and then still having to go through it again. Compound problem for every additional prey they pluck off.
Monster pred appreciation post
Hulking, fluffy werewolf who slobbers you with a sloppy tongue and dog breath and who can't help but scar you with little bites and nips because they NEED to devour you as quick as fucking possible. (On that note their gut is gross. Like - Half-digested meats and half chewed bones all gunked with chyme and slop and that's before your body's gone and gotten cramped in there.
Vampire pred who's elegant about the whole thing. Oh yes they're not your typical predator, looking as feeble or small as a normal human, but they'll butter you up, tell you how delectable your smell is, how badly they need to unwrap you, sink their teeth in there, let their gut slowly churn away at a nice, juicy meal. (Vampire pred eating tinies like fruit gushers. That is all.)
Mermaid preds who operate under the blue-whale school of evolution. Mermaid preds who grow massive, who can keep growing so long as they keep aging. Mermaid preds that are whispered about in the dead of night at the sailors pub. A ship the size of a skyscraper went missing in the North Atlantic one night and all that could be seen in its wake were bubble the size of cars foaming up at the surface the next day. Their guts they say take years to fully digest what's in them - poor souls lost in the ocean are said to take even longer surviving on the wreckage within.
a normal person who ends up getting pushed into the pred role
However it happens. They find their stomach unwittingly stretched with prey
They're embarrassed and scared at what's happened. Unfortunately they have no idea how to spit out the prey.
Their stomach is reluctant to do anything. It expected this wriggling, alive thing that had ended up inside it, to be removed swiftly. So it waited patiently for that to happen. But after a while, it has no other choice but to try and digest the person inside it.
They had to go somewhere. So if they werent going back up. The stomach supposed they'd have to go further in, downwards.
The person's belly starts a very slow and ineffecient process. They complain the whole time. To be fair, they will have a bellyache for days. Not to mention the moral side of things
Though. They didnt feel hungry for a long while afterwards. It was more food than they'd ever eaten, all in one go.
But it wasnt worth it was it.
Now whenever anyone brings up the whole predator/prey thing, they just laugh nervously. They dont like to think about what they did. And they dont like to hear others talk about it either.
They dont like to tell people about this. They dont consider themselves to be a pred.
But sometimes when their stomach is empty, and rumbling, their mind wanders back to that one time...
Werewolf pred coming up to you, belly full of squirming prey, looking at you with those puppy dog eyes expecting you to call them a good boy.
You don't want to encourage their behavior, but then again they look so desperate for approval and you know they have self-esteem problems, but they literally ate a guy.
God there's some good fucking text posts on this site huh.
Inspired by browsing the v.ore tag at midnight:
Going to a mixed predator/prey bar, but it's subtle y'know? classy-like. The tables have nice linen on them and people are all dressed up in suits and skirts and all sorts of eye popping combinations. They've even got jazz music. Shit that's nice.
You find yourself hugging a corner near the emptier side of the bar, in fact there's only one other person: an ambiguously gendered, short-haired rocking predator who you can only identify as one because the last three buttons on their shirt are undone and oh my god you can see something squirming in there. There's a thin trail of hair that leads down to their pants but you can't help but stare at that soft imprint just that little bit higher up.
So you're a little freaked out right, it's not like you've ever sat down with one of these people before but they're nice enough and even offer to buy you a drink and, yeah, they're halfway through a tall glass of foamy alcohol that lingers on the corner of their lips and makes a nice big imprint down their throat whenever they swallow and the bulge in their gut squirms a bit harder when that delayed swallow of beer ends up inside that same stomach they're in right now.
And their teeth are just the most interesting thing (you can't stop staring at them). They're a bit jagged, canines like the kind you'd see on vampires in old TV shows. You ask if they bite. They laugh and wink and say only if you want to. You brave a question:
Did the last sucker you asked that answer honestly?
They laugh and run a hand along their stomach. You can just barely hear the sobs inside. They must be so cramped in there. A stomach designed to squeeze and churn food into calories - that'll treat a human no better than any other piece of meat you subject to an acid bath for hours and hours. So tight, so hot, so oppressive.
They offer to take you to their place tonight and, fuck, you're not sure you're strong enough to say no.
I want to give a girl a bellyache.
I want to be hungrily devoured along with some beer or other fizzy drinks, some of the greasiest foods known to man, and a whole bunch of candy thatāll definitely make her insides bubble like firecrackers.
I want her tummy to be firm and bloated beyond belief as she sits back and rubs over it, hoping she can get things in her system moving. That fat, rumbling tum demands attention. And because of me, itās incredibly tight and rock hard⦠<3
I want those heavenly, sultry gurgles and burbling gasses from within her belly to be mixed with my muffled whimpers as I try so desperately to find wiggle room in that slimy sac full of half-digested food and warm, warm acidsā¦
Eventually I'd probably get comfortable enough to sit still and digest, but it would definitely take awhile. My struggles from inside would be like sharp pangs of overindulgence to her, and I'd hear her cute little moans and groans echo all around me...
As Iād curl up in her belly, my goal would be to try and get her to burp ā¤ļø sheās already squeaking out some soft, muffled *urraps* because of all the sloshy foam and trapped gas thatās in there with me⦠but I wanna hear her belch š«§š«§
Squirming desperately inside a womanās painfully tight tum and eventually stewing away sounds like a dream right now⦠I love being feisty prey sometimes
And besides, when I do eventually churn into soft sludge⦠I can only imagine how euphoric it must feel for my pred, as she feels the pressure loosen inside her. Now her powerful gut can finally get to work digesting everything elseā¦
Love the idea of devouring a knight. You wore all that armor to protect you, and for what? Acid seeps into the cracks. The leather holding together your little shell dissolves. I spit out the armor, and my intestines are heavy.