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[finnajerkit69]

gonna finally use this blog proper new pinned.

Male (he/him) 20. Mostly straight

What you'll see here:

Vore

Stuffing

Fat bitches

Yuri

Incest

Monsterfucking

And other freak shit

Will be fandom posts but tagged appropriately, don't like just block and move on

[i-enact-postvore]

One of the hottest things a woman can tell me is that im not gonna survive her body

[theperverttiger]

I know why and it makes perfect sense but still I wish there was less dog-specific muzzle content

[calmuttt]

[finnajerkit69]

[peristatic]

vore - 18+ or blocked

soft vore, soft digestion, digestion description* willing prey, willing pred prey POV, no names, gender neutral, size diff (mini giant), human prey implied fatal/nonfatal up to you

*note: digestion is not graphic. no gore - just melting. wc: 1531

Devoured, alive. Very literally inside the belly of the beast. You let yourself be swallowed - you let your body pass through someone elses' lips and down their throat. Their stomach doesn't differentiate nor does it discriminate. Neither does the body it belongs to. You are where you are - you are food.

You can't see, at all. It's pitch black and rather warm. A bit uncomfortably so, but nothing you can't deal with - atleast you aren't boiling. You feel like you belong. You feel as though this is nothing but natural to your host - to be full with a living, breathing thing, to melt down into nutrients.

Your knees are tucked tightly to your chest, your head pressed down with your chin as close to your knees as they possibly can. Your feet are slightly pointed upwards as the curvature of your host's gullet constricts around you. It's rhythmic and predictable - first the stomach squeezes around the head, and then that squeeze moves further down in a wave, releasing behind itself and constricting the next part. With your back facing outwards and your face towards the spine, your head placed neatly at beneath the sternum, expanding and contracting with each breath.

It's wet, but not that uncomfortable. At least you were unclothed. But that only really added to the intimacy of the entire situation it was in, albeit rather strange conceptually. The muffled sounds of a living being were all around you. All of it. A slow paced breathing as the host wound down from their large meal. A beating heart. The intestines, beginning to shift in anticipation for you. The occasional swallow of saliva. This was the closest you could possibly be to a person. Your skin against the inside of their body.

Interrupting your thoughts, a new sensation - a pressure, not unwelcome, against your upper back. Granted maybe a bit too much - like a slapping sensation? With the thick flesh of the stomach and muscle buffering the majority of the impact. After the initial impact, the gentle pressure moves down across your back. It's only reasonable to assume that whoever ate you is taking the time to soothe their stretched gut.

Their hand glides slowly across their warm skin, briefly feeling the indents that your limbs make poking out from their stomach. They trace circles on the lower right of your back, before firmly grabbing their gut and jostling it quite a bit, rattling you in there. Moving, uncomfortably, the stomach shakes again accompanied by a muffled sound - laughter, and then a belch. The belch is much clearer - it radiates through your entire body. Even the stomach muscles shake a little bit from it.

Shuffling uncomfortably, you find your preferred position once more after the jostling had ruined it a bit, though your movements seem to bring out some sort of pleasurable groan from your predator. But moving is already hard as it is - their strong stomach muscles are firm and tense as they need to, resisting any sort of struggling you or someone else might put up. With enough time, you feel a bit more vibrations. More than just below your feet and your rear where you were 'sat'. Initially it was just the intestines as the body prepared for digestion but now it was beginning to take place. The gurgling now very, very clear as a sort of tingling sensation began to meet the aforementioned parts of yourself.

The duodenum, the sphincter that leads to the intestines, pulses in anticipation as digestive juices begin to flood the stomach. It bubbles, the concentrated acid releasing gas as it reacts with the carbon dioxide that you breathe out, leading to a bit of bloating, and some more room to wriggle in case you needed to. It gets to your predator rather quickly as they let out another formidable belch, and out of habit, rub the lower side of their belly to soothe whatever it was that had caused it.

Acid creeps up. And as it does, with time, you begin to lose sensation. It's almost like limbs falling asleep, with the tingling returning when you move. But.. accompanied by a strange sort of warmth that is similar to falling asleep in a cozy bed in a cold winter. The mix of gastric acid, lipases, and pepsinogen, works it's chemical wonders on your lower body, breaking down the dead keratin and skin on the outside, breaking proteins down into peptides, and breaking down fat molecules. It's a strange, strange feeling, though not unpleasant. As the process continues it becomes harder to move and harder to feel what is likely already gone. You can't see, anyways.

You press your face a bit more into the soft flesh of the stomach wall. You can feel the lines made by the folds from when it's not expanded. Though, yes, now in it's expanded state, it's rather smooth.

Over hours, you feel yourself falling asleep. It's rather surprising that you haven't already, actually.. After all, it's comfortable, the constriction is.. nice. The sounds of life all around you are hypnotic in their nature. Like each part of the predator was engineered to ensure prey like you don't put up too much of a fight as you succumb to being food. Your eyes close, though you're not missing out on any view anyways considering the inside of the stomach is pitch black.

Shuffling, just slightly, you begin to slowly fall asleep. The warmth spreads throughout your body, comfort consumes you, despite your situation… Then eventually, that's all.

Although you've gone to rest, the stomach certainly hasn't. The predator has also gone to bed by now, meaning their body is able to fully focus on digesting you now. Over time, those enzymes mixed amongst hydrochloric acid break you down, molecule by molecule. And the parts of you that have been turned into nutritious slop have begun to be pulled into the intestines, rather eagerly. Those peptides further break down into individual amino acids if they haven't already. Something that used to be you, reduced into a molecular component, to be used by the body of the predator for something else. Fat molecules combine with bile and are grabbed by the villi of the small intestine to be transported into the bloodstream. Something that used to be you, now pumping through the circulatory system of someone else.

All the nutrients from your body, your glucose, your protein, your lipids, your minerals and metals, get recycled into something else. The iron in your body finds it's home in blood cells pumping through the predator's blood vessels. The sodium from your nervous system finds itself firing neurons for the predator instead to continue melting you away. The calcium from your muscles soon finds itself aiding with the contraction of the predator's muscles - from their skeletal ones to the ones in the stomach and intestines that are still eagerly massaging your rapidly softening and melting body to continue taking from you. The cells of your body lyse and give up their organelles to be melted and their materials to be used for the organelles of your predator's cells. This occurs throughout the night and continues throughout the next day where you certainly aren't waking up.

Yesterday, the pred's gut was easy to identify as that which hosted a living person inside. Today? Maybe less so. There are still faint bulges in the stomach, primarily from your head and shoulders, and maybe your knees protrude a bit, but much less than before. And just because the predator is awake doesn't mean digestion is going to stop. It's just a bit.. awkward, for any onlookers. Reduced to maybe three quarters of the size now and more uniform in shape. When the pred pushes their hand into their gut, what's left of you certainly doesn't have much give to push back against their hand. They go about their day with their belly gurgling loudly as it processes you, not caring for any observer.

Another day goes by and now the pred's gut is still quite large but any definition of a person is completely gone. Their taut belly still noisy with digestion. At this point, your mulched remains are completely soft, but still absorbing through their intestinal lining to be circulated through the bloodstream. When the pred swivels their hips from left to right, you slosh around, indicating how liquid you've become. Slowly pumping entirely into their intestines as they drain you of anything useful. By the last day, the gurgling of their gut has quieted a bit. Before, most of what used to be you was concentrated in their belly and intestines. But now, most of what used to be you has already become indistinguishable from the molecules that make up the pred, your host. Now "you" flow through their veins, you've been converted into muscle tissue in their limbs and organs, the energy gained from your body fuels theirs all throughout. Interwoven throughout every fibre of their being, down to the replication of their DNA through growth phases that require more resources. A final gurgle before you are completely used up.

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thanks for reading :)! writing this stuff makes me kinda hungry lol. might make a pred version

[finnajerkit69]

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[shinycoffeevoid]

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[nuclearbummer]

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[finnajerkit69]

Helping out a lost hiker in the woods, turns out she's an observer and its all a ruse to feed you to her swamp monster pred

[notfatweeb]

[finnajerkit69]

Wretched ghoul that struggles to put on weight due to undead status, ends up devouring enough people to no longer look like they're on death's door. Heartwarming.

[how-did-we-get-here-bro]

wyd if u look out the port side window of ur epic spaceship and see ts.

[bigboss--bignaturals]

making a new post because i'm fucking sick of this guy and he keeps popping up in my fucking activity feed

help me ban this guy that keeps making sock puppet accounts by mass-reporting his accounts. he has over 700 and he's clearly trying to bypass people blocking him so that he can do whatever weird harassment shit he's up to.

google doc for the list of urls, this guy GENUINELY has hundreds of accounts so this isn't the full list. IF YOU KNOW ANY OF HIS URLS PLEASE COMMENT THEM IN THIS POST SO THAT I CAN ADD THEM TO THE LIST.

that vore guy that keeps making sockpuppet accounts

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[finnajerkit69]

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[finnajerkit69]

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[infernalmoonchris]

(Story)

In the villains’ lair…the final fight begins!

(TW: Oral Vore, Graphic Digestion, Voreception, Reformation, Combat, Object Vore)

A flash of crackling fire and brimstone lashes out at a gnome, interrupting his scathing song and singing his clothes and burning him badly. Hellish Rebuke, a dangerous spell. The gnomish bard cursed in hillspeak, dropping to his knees.

*This is going worse than expected.*

“Mortals. Such troublesome creatures. So short lived yet lacking none in the degree of spite. Were I a more sensible devil, I’d end this farce like that.” The large horned woman snaps her fingers, sparks and another crackle of hellfire fills the already choking sulfuric air. “But I’m mother at heart and your adorable fledgling antics makes my heart melt. And my belly rumble.~ So I think I’ll play with my food until you’re delightfully tenderized.”

A human woman clad in holy raiment rushes over to the scorched bard, muttering a quick prayer. Invoking the healing powers of her goddess. The gnome winces, the pain leveling out but not disappearing completely. She curses, brushing a hair out of her eyeline. “Damnation, hellfire! I can’t heal this with a spell. I need to take you in.” Clarissa, the Life Cleric, opens her jaws unnaturally wide. The familiar clicks of the bones in her jaw unhinging. She was preparing to swallow the bard whole. “Gahhh do it quick, Riss. You’ll need help in support-“

The gnomes pained words were cut short as a cambion, a lower demonic creature, swoops him out from the Cleric’s grasp.

Below, the Paladin and Barbarian watch in horror as their friend is hoisted above the demon queen. “Ah ah ah! I know your little tricks my voracious cuties~. It’s a neat trick, thought pointless. While I’m confident in my abilities to take you all on, having you constantly refreshed is a pain I’m not willing to suffer.”

Bradley the bard yells at the cambion, swinging his heavy silver lined lute at it. It screeched a harsh language in rebuttal before dropping the man right into the demon queen’s waiting mouth.

With the assist of gravity and the small stature of the gnome, he disappeared quickly down her throat and vanished completely from view as he made no impression on her glutted form. She outweighed the party by several factors and it made for certain that their friend would not be visible in the mounds of fat stretching her blood red dress.

**OOUUUURRRP** “Oh, I’ve missed the taste of well done gnome. It’s been far too long!”

The Paladin and Barbarian used this seemingly distracted moment to close in once again. The Paladin reached her first, lunging with his greatsword, the glow of its holy power near blinding to the woman. Though she blocked it in time with a sword of her own. A deep crimson blade, humming with power and crawling with evil spirits.

The Barbarian took the opportunity to swing low with her axe, slashing an arc through the air aimed straight at her gorged middle. A large leathery wing erupted out the back of the demons dress and swiped the barbarian away, she cursed as she was sent tumbling into the ruins below.

The Queen sucked air through her teeth, displaying her dangerous fangs as she looked over the sliced wing. It was there first hit of the encounter. No real damage but it upset the demon greatly. Her fiery orange eyes locked into the Paladin, meeting his determined gaze with a glare of her own. “Piotr, hero of the underdark. Here I thought you Drow preferred the anonymity of shadow than the light of greatness.” She mused, pushing the man back as she began to walk towards him. Their blades were still locked in a clash as she pushed him, slowly and deliberately walking him over to the edge of the bridge they sparred upon.

“Just like a devil…always underestimating us mortals. You think you can win-“ The Paladin grunted as he felt the edge of the bridge under his feet. He dared not glance down, lest he lose his nerve. “-but that arrogance will be the last mistake you ever make.”

The demoness grins, it was the kind of a smile a mother would give to her child. Except it was twisted, and it lacked any warmth that a mother would possess. The smile soon turns into a surprised expression, her throat and soon the cheeks bulging out suddenly. She fought back whatever it was with a concerted effort. Piotr smiled, imagining his old friend erupting from the demons lips like a hero out of a bard tale.

**BWOOOOUUURRRRRRRPPP**

The Paladin squints, looking away as the demon launches another cavern shaking belch. “Oof. Your buddy is kicking up a storm in there. Course, you can see it. I still got the baby weight, you see.~” She lowers one hand to shake a massive fat roll that had formed on her flank.

Piotr felt one foot leave the ledge of the bridge briefly but he held strong, fighting the demon woman’s advance with every ounce of strength he could muster. *Hold…hold it…*

“Oi! Demon!” The gruff voice of the barbarian cut through Piotr’s concentration. He smiled as he watched Clarissa stand right next to Barbara, having saved her from the fall not a moment ago. The Paladin smiled, it had worked. He distracted the demoness long enough for the two of them to sneak into range unnoticed.

Now they fight back. This time, on their terms.

“Hope you’re hungry.”

The demon tilts her head in pure confusion before the realization sets in.

The Cleric was invoking Dimensional Door.

In a burst of pure blue energy, the cleric and the barbarian disappear. The confusion of the millisecond allowed Piotr to drop his guard and brace, muttering an incantation of Misty Step.

It all happened in a brief instant. Clarissa and Barbara materialized inside the Demoness, bloating her stomach far more than Bradley had done a moment prior. The instantaneous swelling of the demons but not only burst her regal dress at the seams but also pushed the Paladin off the side of the bridge. Piotr had anticipated this and before he could lose eyesight of the bridge, he finished the invocation and teleported instantly behind the demon queen, readying his guard once more, now safe from the edge of the bridge.

The utter surprise of the chaos that had unfolded in that small fragment of time had sent the demon reeling. She hunched over, clutching her stomach as it bulged several feet further than usual as two new occupants dropped in out of nowhere. She hadn’t had time to tense her muscles or prepare her bones for the added weight. She heaved, covering her mouth as her body fought to regurgitate the invaders.

Inside, the barbarian and the cleric were placed in different areas. Barbara was deposited in the demons’ infernal intestines. They shuddered around her, unprepared for the sudden invasion. It wasn’t the goal but it would certainly suit her as she steadily calmed her breathing.

The cleric, by divine providence, was deposited next to the gnome in the demons’ stomach proper. The human girl smiled broadly and hugged the gnome, who smiled and clapped the girl on the back. “Your plan is working so far, Riss.” He said, arranging himself to get into position. The cleric sniffed excitedly before muttering a quick invocation. She placed a temporary curse on Bradley.

Acid Weakness.

The demon biology was meant to extract fear as well as nutrients from their prey. This meant they would digest a prey for an exorbitant amount of time. Even with an acid weakness, a prey wouldn’t even begin to hope for digestion until a week later.

“Don’t jinx us, Bardley-“ She said, winking at the gnome. “We’ve still got a dice to roll. Hopefully Barb gets something good.” And with that, the cleric begins devouring her partner. Her mouth descending upon his head, enveloping almost as easily as the demon had. She was almost an expert at this by now so she didn’t spend any time on the usual pleasures like tasting or taunting. She merely needed the gnome inside her so she can use her highest level spell.

Resurrection.

Once Bradley was settled inside her stomach, the second stomach of the day, he would immediately begin to digest. The pain was immense. It never felt good and it certainly never lessened in intensity despite his growing familiarity with the sensation. His armor sizzled but held firm against the digestive onslaught, though the gnome himself was experiencing the worst pain he’s ever felt. Experiencing digestion is a privilege very few ever get to experience again. For many of the enemies they’ve faced on this journey, only Bradley and Piotr have had the ‘honor’ of braving the acrid environment a dozen times over.

Outside, the Demoness could do little else at the moment but groan and huff. Piotr kept his fighting stance strong, she was momentarily occupied but he’d be a fool to chance a swing right now. The goal was to keep her off balance long enough for Bradley to return. And with his revival, the bard would be able to use his highest level spell…

“Y-You…*huff* suicidal maniacs-*urp* if you wanted inside me so badly-“ She pauses, a hiccup threatening to trigger a chain reaction resulting in the immediate release of his companions. For once, he didn’t want that. “-then you should’ve waited like good little morsels…”

With a heave, the Queen fixed her wobbly posture as she acclimated to the newly gained weight. Her middle was obscenely massive but her already large frame helped keep her belly off the floor of the bridge. Her dress was ruined, exposing her pale skin to the air, though she didn’t care about that now. Her slit pupils shrunk to the tiniest of slices as they honed on Piotr. The Paladin murmured a small prayer of bravery to his god as the woman unleashed dangerous talons on one hand.

“I was going to keep you all safe in my internal womb for a hundred years. Replace my current retinue of cambions and imps. But I’ve changed my mind. You all deserve punishment for abusing me like this.” The demon approached slowly and deliberately, no longer seeming affected by the new weight attached to her. A cold sweat dribbled down the Paladin’s neck. Just a while longer until Riss and Barb were ready…

“The meathead will stay in my bowels. The puny Cleric and Gnome will keep their place in my stomach.” She began, thrusting her fist into a bulge on the surface of her gut, eliciting a yell from the cleric. “You, dear hero. I think I’ll keep you in my uterus. You showed discipline and courage, virtues I most adore in fledglings. But really, I wish to see you break. Slowly but surely over the years. I’ll take you out every hundred years or so, let you watch as I finally end one of your companions. Who knows, if you’ve been a good boy I may even let you help me BREAK them!~” Another blow to her belly and a loud crack and crunch echoed throughout the cavern. What followed after was a deep guttural bellow rumbling out from her sloshing belly.

“Awww, looks like one of them broke alr-**HRRRK**”

For the second time today, the demoness’s belly exploded in size. From where she stood originally, it stuck out about a juvenile owlbears wingspan in size. Now, it easily tripled. A whoosh and the loudest sloshing Piotr has ever heard in his life emanate from the unholy creatures’ stomach as she fought to hold herself together.

Barbara had begun her Rage, triggering a random Wild Magic occurrence. The primal forces that stirred within Barbara ignited and was whipped into a tempest of pure chaotic energy, sparking the environment around her as the intestines of the demon held her firm. As she hoped, the magical effect was water based and a small flood of water instantly materialized around her.

The resulting surge of pressure pushed Barb all the way up through the woman’s small intestine and into her stomach chamber where it rapidly filled with soothing water.

Outside, the demoness smashed both hands against her mouth. Water leaked between her fingers and her eyes went wide with rage. She couldn’t move now, her belly had stretched to impossible size as it now fought to contain not only three adventurers but a small fountains worth of water.

Then her throat bulged, the imprints of Piotrs companions firmly defined. The Queen choked and sputtered, she fought desperately to keep her victims inside.

The demon was strong but in this instant, backed by primal forces and a burbling aquifer below them, Barbara was stronger.

**BLLEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRHHHHGGG**

Both Clarissa and Barbara flopped onto the bridge in front of Piotr, another crunch sounded as the Cleric landed on her gnome filled belly. Bradley was no more. Piotr rushed to his companions’ side, helping the two of them up as they fought against the elements. They seemed equally delirious as the swollen demon just a few feet away. “This is it, Clarissa! Bring it home!” The Paladin encouraged the bloated Cleric as she huffed, weakly raising her hand and muttering a prayer. She summoned the very last vestiges of magic within her and in a flash of divine light, Bradley the Bard made his reappearance. Whole and unbroken and most importantly, with his magic completely restored.

He didn’t have time to shake off the resurrection recoil, he immediately started gathering the latent magic within him as he held out his hand. Barb sputtered, shoving her hand inside Riss’s stomach and produced the Bard’s magical instrument, luckily unmarred by the demons or the humans’ digestive systems. “Bardley!” The barbarian called as she tossed the lute to her gnome companion.

The demoness could only watch in horror as the mortals’ plan unfolded without a hitch. She realized now what had transpired there and she could not believe the utter madness of it all.

The gnome was the key piece the whole time. He would deliver the final blow. She took him off the board so early that she let her guard down, not expecting the mortals to enact a plan so insane that they’d risk three of their lives to her guts. And it paid off.

“While buried in this ancient hallowed hall~” The Bard sang, strumming his lute expertly to the tune of the tavern song they all heard together when they first met so long ago. “Turn this bloated bitch into a ball!~”

“YOU-“ The Demoness wasn’t even allowed to curse once before the True Polymorph set in. The Bard’s magic crackled through the air, launching magical sparks of energy that arced through the air of the cavern. Sparks lashed at the three gathered party members who were closest to the demon, Piotr pushed the cleric behind them as he and Barb protected her from any stray lashes of magical force.

It was over as soon as it had begun. Where the massive, swelled Demoness once stood there was now a pearlescent red ball rolling around harmlessly.

The Party watched it intently as they waited with bated breath, wary of any last minute trick or demonic attack. None came. The ball simply rolled around on the ground. Bradley fell onto his haunches as the resurrection spell finally administered its recoil. He felt more tired than he ever felt in his life. Piotr and Barbara also dropped to the floor, releasing a deep exhale in concert with their gnome companion.

Clarissa was the only one who stood, she had to finish this after all.

She approached the red ball and plucked it from the ground. Immediately she felt a rush of evil intent and unholy energy from the object. She felt she could even hear the demoness screaming and cursing at the mortals for their brazen actions.

“My Lady. I declare thusly, the battle is won. The realm is safe.” Clarissa said, her hands clasped in prayer to her goddess, Sune. The rest of her friends bowed their heads, averting their gaze for what was to come next.

A column of light, even brighter than the one that marked the return of Bradley solidified in front of them. The cavern was bathed in holy light, burning the evil that had filled it and its ruins. Clarissa knelt, proffering the marble in her cupped hands. Mentally, she made sure not to belch out Bradley’s skull thought she felt the pressure building within.

Footsteps echoed all around them as an avatar of Sune breached the light column. She looked upon the mortals and smiled. They completed their quest, became heroes in their own right, and stopped the evil queen from plunging the realm into eternal darkness. She could not be prouder of them or her faithful Cleric.

“Well done, my friends. Well done. You’ve done what no other mortal could have accomplished and in a way so…novel.” She chuckled, noting the Bard’s embarrassed grin as he bowed his head. She smiled, plucking the demon ball from the Cleric’s hands. She rolled the thing between her perfect fingers, inspecting it and recoiling at its evil aura.

Then she dropped the unholy marble into her throat and swallowed it down with ease.

“Blech. Demons. They have such a pernicious aftertaste. I imagine she will take about a millennia to digest before she returns to the hells. You’ve saved the world from one more demon for generations to come. You should be very proud. When you make camp for the night, I will return and bestow you with your gifts. Goodbye, my friends. And thank you.~” She pats her clothed middle affectionately before disappearing in another column of pure white light.

Once the goddess was gone for certain, the entire party collapsed onto the stone bridge floor, letting out a collective sigh much larger than the last one. Riss took the opportunity to belch up several bones from the thoroughly digested gnome that was now pouring into her bowels. Bradley didn’t even comment on it, merely breathing and lying down.

“I think I will sleep…for a thousand years.” Piotr panted, earning a laugh from the barbarian next to him. “If you sleep for a thousand, I sleep for two thousand!” She said, punching his shoulder with the little force she could muster.

“Bradley, remind me to throw up your pack. I feel it blocking the entrance to my intestines…” Riss moaned, pulling up her raiments to finally rub her aching tummy. The bard merely held a thumbs up, acknowledging her without daring to speak. He felt as if he were going to vomit from the withdrawal post resurrection.

But they were all alive. And they could not be happier about that fact. They weren’t sure what they would do now, after they claim their divine rewards but one thing was certain.

The journey was over. And their mortal enemy was now bubbling inside the gut of a goddess for the rest of their lives.

(Oof! This was a longer one! I wanted to do a more D&D inspired story. I am by no means well versed in D&D [Most of my knowledge comes from BG3 lol] so I absolutely got some functions of certain spells wrong but it’s a silly story about Vore so hopefully that absolves me of any transgressions 😭 Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it!)