Funny Cat Noms

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INTRO TO FUNNY CAT NOMS

This is a safe vore blog, if you don't like it just block me

I am a writer and a roleplayer

Things I will write about:

my ocs

fandoms stuff (marvel, spn, and good omens are a few examples)

tropes

vore

This is mostly a nonfatal blog but I will write about digestion.

Feel free to ask me to write a story for you

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Always Here to Help

Holy shit this took me forever! I’m sorry this took me so long, I was so busy the past week or so!

Summary: a continuation to ‘Dirty Little Secrets” The losers go out to dinner, but Eddie notices Richie is acting strange. the man isn’t eating, and looks like he was in pain. Understanding what was going on, Eddie creates a plan to help Richie.

Warnings: this story contains Vore, g/t, cursing, a worried Richie, an annoyed Eddie.

A special thank you to that anon who sent this idea in, I hope this I did your Idea justice!

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why some of us have to be aggressive

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I wonder where Scott could be….

Looks like he isn‘t getting out any time soon ;)

(Sorry if its not as good xd)

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do you think Bucky eats Redwings to annoy Sam?

First off : Thank you so much for the ask, I always appreciate it when people interact with me :)

I think Bucky is the type to debate with himself on whether he should actually do it or not before impulsively deciding to go for it.

When Sam would return he'd find out that Redwing is gone and immediately panic before eyeing Bucky suspiciously who'd be trying his best hiding his gut.

In the end Bucky's face would give it away (Im sure the sharp edges poking him would make him grimace then and when) and Sam would pace around the room, explaining to him how he "can't just eat Redwing".

I can imagine Sam sitting next to Bucky, digging his fingertips into the soft skin of his friends tummy to feel his most priced possession shift places under his touch, Bucky complaining about how heavy it is inside him and Sam just mocking him with "shouldn't have eaten it then".

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Slim Jim (vore)

Logan sipped a glass of whiskey as he got comfortable at the mansion. He and the other members of the X-men had just returned from a mission a few hours ago and were exhausted. Logan was pretty tipsy as he sat there. Scott entered the main room and saw the other man drinking. 

He crossed his arms speaking up, "You know you shouldn't be drinking in the school, James." Logan shot a glance up at him with a snarl on his face, "I can do what I want! Don't call me that!" he growls toward the other man. “And plus all of the kids are sleeping! I need some time to myself sometimes.” “Well do it at bars not here!” 

Logan got up slowly and groaned as he holds his head, stumbling a bit as he presses the glass against his chest. Scott just crossed his arms not impress with him.

“Still you are a bad example on the kids” Scott said as he pokes at the pathetic man chest, gaining another growl. A sight grin came onto his face as he watched him. “Now let’s get you to bed”. There was sightly concern in his voice, but the snarkiest was more prominent in his voice. He grabbed his Logan’s arm.  

Logan thought the other man was teasing him and pushed him away. He was taunting me him, he had to be. “Don’t touch me Slim! I don’t need your assistance!” he grumbles, “I bite”

They just stared at each other for a few moments before Logan’s stomach gurgles. They kept eye contact on each other. Logan brain came up with an idea. An idea how Scott could ‘help’ him. 

He grins as he falls back “maybe I should go to bed” he grumbles. 

Scott chuckles sightly as he grabs Logan’s arm and helps him to his room. Logan had a sight grin as he falls onto his bed, holding Scott’s arm. He raises his eyebrow. 

“What are you doing?” Scott asks confused, trying to pull his arm away. Logan tightens his grip. A furrow appears on the other face. 

“Hmm I am just getting a snack” Logan responds. He quickly pulled Scott’s arm into his mouth, biting down so he couldn’t pull out. Scott yells as he tried to pull out, putting a hand on Logan’s chest trying to pull away. Unfortunately Logan’s jaw was screwed tight. 

He wasted no time before he swallows. The fabric of the clothes scratches at his neck as he swallows half of his arm. He didn’t react to it, used to the feeling.

He pulls Scott’s face into his mouth, closing his eyes. The one good thing about Scott was he tasted good. The sweetness of his hair and the savory flavor of mint made it perfect.

But he didn’t wasted any time. He swallows hard bringing Scott to his shoulders into his throat.

Scott couldn’t speak as he kicks his feet, trying to get out. He gets pulled in further, his hand getting cramped into his stomach. He was quickly shoved further, being forced an awkward position. 

“LOGAN!” He yells as he tries to push the walls out. 

Whiskey was at the bottom of Logan’s stomach, filling a good portion of it. Scott was forced to hold his breath as his head is forced under. 

Logan tilts his head up. He grins feeling the man struggle under his skin as he tries to hurt him. He found it cute. 

He takes a finally gulp, trapping Cyclops inside of him. He falls onto his back and watches his stomach squirm and just laughs. 

The stomach gurgles, as it squeezes Scott, trying to digest it but to no use. He forces his way into a comfortable position. 

“ASSHOLE LET ME OUT!” He screams as he pushes outwards the best he could. He didn’t want to die in this dick’s stomach. 

“Shut it, food doesn’t talk” Logan yawns as he rolls onto his side. He snuggles a pillow as he starts to nod off. 

“LOGAN!” “Be quiet or you stay in there” “in one piece?” “Possibly” Logan yawns as he starts to nod. 

Scott scoffs as he compressed into a ball. Great he is going to be in there all night. 

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Gordon Ramsey: What the fuck is taking the food so long?

*he storms out of the dining room and into the restaurant kitchen, which is being entirely manned by borrowers*

Gordon: Oh, fuck me. They got tiny little creatures in here. Freaky little tinies. Christ. One just fell in the soup. Okay. Fuck.

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Imagine a prey goes up on to a pred wanting to be eaten. The thing is the pred has a sore throat, but they didn’t want to disappoint their friend, agreeing to eat them. The prey notices that the pred is in pain as they are getting swallowed down and feels bad. The prey refuse to leave the pred’s stomach until their throat heals, and just is there for a few days. The pred appreciate it a lot and cuddles their stomach a lot

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Drunken Cops Vore

Inside Danny Butterman’s apartment, Sergeant Angel and Danny were on the couch, both of them drunk.

Earlier in the day Danny had shrunken down to 31.75 meters (a foot and a half) and Nicholas had been watching him at his apartment for the whole day.

Nicholas sighs softly, taking a sip from his bottle, as he watches as Danny tries to drink alcohol from his beer bottle. The cop wanted to go to work tomorrow but knew that he couldn’t let his partner be alone at the house, knowing that he would probably get hurt or even worse. He thought and put down the bottle.

“I wish I could take you to work tomorrow and keep you safe” the sergeant whispers, his words slurring. He puts his hand to his face, as he looks down at him.

Danny was trying to get more beer out of his bottle and looked over at him, his eyes looking as if he was in deep thought.

“Maybe you could put me in your pocket!” Danny says, his smile wide. “No, there is a chance you will be shot, or hurt if I trip” “Then put me in a bag!” “You still have a chance to get shot” “Between your vest and chest?” “You could get crushed” Angel mumbles

Danny looked stumped and sat down, trying to think of how he could go to work with him without getting hurt.

After a while his eyes brighten, as he looks up at the sergeant “You could eat me!” He says. “I won’t be shot since I would be inside your chest, and I wouldn’t be crushed!” Butterman man smiles.

Angel looks at him and thinks about it for a moment “Won’t I digest you then?” As much as he liked the idea multiple things were worrying him about it.

“No, I won’t cause your stomach can’t digest anything alive” he slurs, clearly not knowing what he was talking about.

“How will I get you out?” “We will figure it out when we get there” “It is even safe?” “No idea” “Is this one of your stupid ideas?” “Yeah, do you want to do it? You don’t have to worry about me while you are at work” Danny pointed out to the sergeant.

Angel thought about it and sighed “Fine”

He picks up the tiny police officer and watches him squirm as he puts him up to his mouth. He saw the shock in Daniel’s eyes and didn’t believe they were doing this. Nicholas chuckles at his reaction and opens his mouth, lowering his friend down near his mouth.

Danny shivers feeling his partner’s breath against his skin. He didn’t believe that he was going to eat him. He grabbed his thumb.

Nicholas placed his legs into his mouth and started to lick the man in his hands.

Danny tasted like chocolate cake and beer, which wasn’t shocked about.

Nicholas swallows his legs gently and pulls his hand away from the small cop. As he licks his lower torso, enjoying his taste, and feeling him squirm.

Danny squirms as Angel’s saliva covers his lower body. “Angel!” He laughs feeling him swallow again, and starts to lick his neck. He kicks his feet and pushes at the tongue.

Nicholas drunken laughs as Danny fights his tongue and uses his fingers to push him farther in and closes his mouth around his hair as he moves his throat, feeling the other cop pass by his fingers as he swallows the rest of the wall. He sighs and feels his stomach as it expands, groaning as he is bigger than his stomach. He looks down at the bump and gently puts his hands around it feeling it move.

Danny starts to squirm to get comfortable in the sergeant’s stomach and curls up. He melted into the warmth. He rubbed the wall gently, feeling the wall move under his fingertips. Danny listens to the gurgling and the heartbeat around him, and feels Nicholas’s hand rest on top of his head, relaxing.

Nicholas was worried about not hearing his partner and calling his name “Danny?” “Yes?” Danny replied giggling, pushing a little.

“Are you sure this is a good idea, I can let you out now if you want-“ “I am fine Nick, don’t worry about me” “Ok bu- Did you call me Nick?“ “Ssshhh” he rubs the wall gently, relaxing Nicholas at the touch.

Nicholas relaxes a lot and is happy that the little man is safe inside of him, and rubs back gently, closing his eyes.

This feels good. He thinks as he lays down on the couch, continuing to rub him.

Danny started to fall asleep “I love you Angel” he mumbled snuggling his head into the wall before falling asleep.

The sergeant blushes slightly as he smiles a tiny bit. “I love you too Danny” he curls up around his stomach, not wanting anyone to hurt him. He felt asleep

Oh, how he was going to regret this.

(Sorry for not posting anything for almost a year

Also this is H/ot Fuzz fanfic)

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Jim Hopper vore hc

Jim would most definitely eat small time criminals and keep them in his stomach until he gets to the station. He usually does this so they won’t escape and other times to be a prick. Also in season four he would make deals with the other prisoners where he gets to keep them in his stomach for the night and the get to stay warm.

I might write a story about this if I feel like it

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Mind Flayer Snack

I got this as an commission, I hope you enjoyed.

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Jonathan scratched his neck, feeling off. He didn’t know he was possessed by the Mind flayer. Will could feel something is wrong, he looked up from the DND campaign he was making. Eleven didn’t have any idea what is happening, she was too invested in the pieces of the board.

Jonathan felt hungry, too hungry. He looked at his siblings, seeing food.

“Jonathan, are you feeling ok?” Will asked, his voice wavering in fear and worry.

Jonathan snapped out of it, not knowing what is coming over him, responding, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

He was trying to figure out what is wrong with him, and why he wanted to eat them. He tried to shake it off. He just got hunger and hunger by the minute.

El picked up one of the dice and kept rolling it, adding the number she rolled to the last sum or number she got. Will didn’t mind, as long she didn’t lose it.

“Twenty-six” she mumbles, rolling it once more. It fell into a crack in the floor.

“Sorry!” She exclaimed, trying to get the dice with her powers.

Will sighed, “Don’t worry I got more.” He got up, and left for his room, giving the possessed teen a chance to get a snack.

He when and stands right in front of her.

“Hi, Jonny!” She said, looking up at him.

He didn’t respond.

“Jonny?” She asked, not liking the silence.

He grabbed her shoulder.

“Jonathan, please say something!” She mumbled.

He licked her face in response. Before she could register what was happening, he shoved her in his mouth.

It was all happening too fast for El, and not knowing what was going on, she began to struggle.

The Mind Flayer enjoyed the girl's struggles, keeping her head in the possessed boy's maw.

After a while he tilted his head up, swallowing the girl down to his stomach. He felt his neck, feeling the girl struggling on the way down. He pants in relief as the girl finally reached his stomach.

El finally understands what is going on and started to struggle more and more.

“LET ME OUT!” She screamed, crying now.

She was scared that he was going to digest her, she didn’t want to die. She kept struggling.

The possessed boy squeezed his oversized stomach, happy that the girl was out of the way of his plans, maybe he could score Will as a bonus snack.

Little did he know is Will saw the whole thing. The younger boy realized immediately what was going on and ran to his room, looking for a lighter.

It didn’t take long to find it but he didn’t have something to heat up with it. He looked around, finding a misplaced metal DND piece. He picked it up, starting to heat it, as he left his room.

He winces in pain as the small metal piece heated it. He was pretty sure he would have no fingerprints after heating it.

He walked up behind his brother, pressing the burning piece into his neck.

The other boy screamed in pain, trying to grab the piece out of Will’s hand.

The Mind Flayer quickly left Jonathan’s body.

He fainted, El still in his stomach. Will panicked not knowing what to do.

“Will?” El asked, pressing her hand to the stomach she was snuck in.

“Yeah it’s me”

“Am I going to die?!”

“No”

“Why did he eat me?”

“He was possessed, by the Mind Flayer”

“Oh…” she said, hugging herself.

“You should get comfortable, you might be there in a while.” He said, putting his head on his stomach. He knew his sister has calmed down.

She just nods, snuggling herself.

She liked the warmth of her brother’s stomach. She snuggles into it.

She and Will eventually falling asleep, snuggle into Jonathan, one more than the other one.

When Jonathan woke up he immediately lets her out and apologizes deeply, and promise it won’t ever happen again.

El forgave him easily, kinda sad she was out of the warm stomach, but smiled, knowing that he would never hurt her.

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Vore sketches

Hehehehe

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Uber eats but it’s prey

that’s it send post

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I love this unconditional for some reason

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Swallowing Worries

This happened right before season four, with Jonathan over studying for the final exams and Argyle trying to figure out how to stop him from studying.

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Jonathan was studying his notes, stressing about the exams since it is in two days. He has been studying for weeks nonstop tho.

“Dude, you have been studying all week, I am sure you will do great!” Argyle said.

“I have to make sure I do go tho! I have to get accepted to the college Nancy is going to!” He responded, knowing it was a white lie.

Argyle watched him study, watching him tense about it.

Argyle hug him from behind and tried to take the study guide but Jonathan just looked at him and frowned.

“Sorry!” The black hair boy exclaimed. 

He thought long and hard thinking of ways to make him stop studying. Then he heard his stomach grumble and figured it out.

“You sound hungry, want to order pizza?” Jonathan mumbles, not taking his eyes off the guide.

Argyle didn’t answer and just grabbed his hand.

“Argy- what are you doing?” He said as Argyle put his hand in his mouth.

Argyle started to lick it, covering it in saliva. The shorter male looked back, trying to pull his hand out but Argyle bit down on his hand, hard enough to keep it in place that wouldn’t hurt him. Argyle suddenly gulped down the shorter boy’s hand.

Jonny boy immediately tried to pull it out, but Argyle kept swallowing.

“What are you doi- MFP!” interrupted by Argyle shoving him into his maw.

“ARGYLE WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Jonathan screamed, dropping the paper with his free hand.

Argyle just licked his face until he gulped down his head.

Jonathan didn’t know what was going on and was paranoid. He didn’t know if this was safe or dangerous. He just kept struggling against him, as he felt his hand enter his stomach.

Argyle lifted his head letting gravity help him in swallowing Jonathan down quicker. He touched his neck, feeling the rest of Jonathan falling into his stomach. He could feel Jonathan struggling in him and placed his head on his swollen stomach. He felt so full.

“LET ME OUT THIS ISN’T FUNNY!”

“No,”

“Why not!?”

“You need a break from studying, so get comfy. You’re going to be in there awhile,” Argyle said, lighting a joint.

Jonathan stopped kicking, and sat there, paranoid. Then he tried to get comfortable, but couldn’t. He could just feel the walls moving around him and the sounds of Argyle’s organs.

He smoked it for a while until he was high. Jonathan could smell the weed and started kicking.

“Don’t do drugs while I am in here AT LEAST!”

“Sorry dude,” he said, putting it out.

He could feel Jonathan squirming trying to get comfortable and he just giggled at the feeling. 

Jonathan finally got comfortable after ten minutes, trying to relax in the stomach of his friend and/or crush. But immediately got tense as he felt a squeeze, and he began to squirm again.

Argyle hugged his stomach, feeling his snack squirming again.

Jonathan got comfortable again, barely able to move but not caring at this point. He snuggled close.

“You taste like chicken tenders and weed, dude,”

“Wh-”

“Like the good chicken tenders from restaurants,”

“Ok?” he said, listening to Argyle’s heartbeat as he ranted.

Jonathan pressed his stomach feeling the weird texture of it, which was surprisingly comfortable.

Argyle could see the outline of the hand and giggled a bit, liking the feeling of it there. 

Jonathan brought his hand back, hugging himself, as the walls squeezed him. He snuggled ever closer to the warmth, eventually falling asleep.

Argyle just snuggled the bump that his friend made in him, as he fell asleep too.

(I kinda wish there was more vore stories of these two)

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Eating Potter

In sixth year, someone cursed Harry, shrinking him to a foot, and he tries to find a cure, but little did he know that a blond Slytherin boy was in the room with him

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Harry ran into an empty classroom, freaking out. Someone put a curse on him that shrunk him down to a size of around thirty centimeters (a foot).

 He struggles to climb onto the self, that had a book of curses, hoping that he can find a counterspell to it.

But like did he know that a blonde Slytherin was watching him from the corner of the room.

Harry pushed the book off the shelf, jumping down with it. He cracked his glasses as he landed on his face. 

“Bloody hell!” He mumbled under his breath, as he began to flip through the pages of the book. 

He just kept flipping page after page, not realizing that the Slytherin was slowly approaching behind him.

 Harry found he was looking for a page and immediately looked for his wand, which wasn’t in his pockets at all. He realized that he left it in the common room when he got into an argument with Ron about eating his candy.

When he thought it couldn’t get worse, it did. He saw a shadow appearing in front of him. He gulped as he hesitated to turn around to face the thing that was making it.

“Hello, Pottah,” Draco said, looking down at him. 

“Don’t do that again Malfoy! You scared the bloody hell out of me!”

“Sorry, Chosen One,” the blond said sarcastically.

“Don’t call me that! Now help me get back to my normal height, please,”

“How about hmmmm no,”

“What?!” Harry said, staring him in his silver eyes.

Draco responded snarkily, “Did I stutter? I said no”

He immediately snatched Harry up and stared at him, not saying a word.

Harry started to struggle in his grip.

“Draco let me go, NOW!”

“You’re so small, I could eat you up”

“Haha, so funny now let me go!” Harry said, trying to escape his hands still.

Draco just smirked and lift him closer to his mouth. Harry looked at him confused. 

Draco stuck out his tongue and licked the Gryffindor’s face. 

“You taste like butter beer,” Malfoy said with a smirk.

“Malfoy don’t you dar- MPFH!” Harry said but was interrupted by Malfoy sticking him into his mouth.

He started to salivate his face but cut his tongue on something sharp. He immediately pulled Harry out of his mouth.

Harry started yelling at him but Draco just told off his broken glasses and put them

in his pocket. He proceeded to look at the saliva-covered boy before shoving him into his mouth.

Harry squirms as Draco slowly licks his head and shoulders, yelling at him to let him out.

Draco just let's go and tilts his head back before gulping Harry’s head down. He started to lick the upper part of his chest, enjoying himself. While Harry struggled in his throat, getting squeezed, to his surprise, it wasn’t hurting him.

Draco gulped again, sending one-third of Potter in his mouth. He kept swallowing Potter until his feet were the only things left in his mouth.

He could feel Harry’s head entering his stomach, making him feel ill. He knew that Potter was too much for him to handle if he swallowed him all the way, he just wanted to scare Potter. He was about to cough him up until someone slammed the door open.

Draco gulped, accidentally swallowing Harry whole.

“WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?! I HAVE BEEN LOOKING EVERYWHERE FOR YOU!” Pansy yelled, clearly pissed. “WE ARE GOING TO BE LATE FOR THE FEAST!”

“Sorry, lose track of time,” he responded, feeling the rest of Harry enter his stomach, making him full. He could feel Harry beginning to squirm, still yelling at him.

Pansy just grabbed his arm and dragged him to the dining hall.

Draco began feeling sick but sat down, not grabbing any food.

“Eat,” Blaise said, staring at him.

“I did this morning tho…”

“Pansy did he?”

“Yes,” she said eating her plate.

Draco barely talked and looked over at the Gryffindor table seeing Ron and Hermione looking around worried, probably looking for Harry.

“I’m going to go to the common room, I don’t feel well,”

“Ok,” Blaise and Pansy said in unison.

He got up and started to the common room, placing a hand on the tiny bump made in his slim figure. 

Harry wouldn’t stop squirming against his stomach walls, making him sicker.

“Stop moving Pottah!” He said.

Harry could hear his voice echo around him in the small space.

“LET ME OUT!” Harry yelled, kicking his gut more.

He clenched his stomach in response, stopping some of the abuse happening in his gut.

Harry kept trying to struggle but it was too tight to move now, so he just stand there. He could feel the walls move around him, the wetness of his stomach. He could also hear the growls, gurgles, and groans of the stomach trying to digest him, and Draco’s heartbeat and breath. It would be comfortable if he fitted into the small space.

“Are you going to digest me?” He finally asked as Draco walked into the common room.

“You would be half melted if I was,”

“Can you let me out now?”

“No!”

“WHAT?! WHY THE HELL NO?!”

“You kicked me into the gut too many times! Plus I am tired! So get comfortable,” he said laying on his bed, using a spell to change into his pajamas.

Harry kicked his stomach in response, pissed that he has to stay the night in the Slytherin’s gut. 

Draco rubbed the small bump sticking out until he yawned and snuggled his pillow next to him.

Harry could feel his body relax and heard his breathing and heartbeat slow down as he fell asleep.

Harry put a hand to the gut and gently rubbed it, he heard a gurgle in reply. Harry relaxes against it and closed his eyes, knowing he will be fine, as he fell asleep.

But what he didn’t know, this would of one of many times he would be stuck in here.

(this is my vore fic, I hope you enjoy)