I do bite

G/t blog: Soft-Cuddly-Giant Soft vore blog: Soft-Nommy-Pred Anything fatal/gorey/explicitly vorny goes here

[itsmoving]

i always gotta draw this guy burping its basically his whole character to me at this point

[voidkari]

Tip: If you eat an angel's halo, you get to watch them squirm outside of your belly, while they feel themself digesting away inside~

[hungrysilverfox]

The Fool and the Wolf

Content warnings: Vore, digestion, permanent fatal vore, mild gore, guilt

Short fic below the cut

He wakes up extremely groggy and overstuffed. Last night was a full moon, but he had chained himself up in the basement this time. He locked the basement door and had chains fixed to the wall, which should have been enough to hold him.

He blinks sleepily, noting the wooden floor he’s lying on and the white ceiling lamp above him- this is not his basement. He starts to sit up- but immediately lays back down. His gut is impossibly heavy and aching. He gingerly touches his belly, and winces as even that slight pressure makes him cramp up.

He contemplates what could have happened. This is still his house, but glancing around he can tell the place is a wreck. Furniture ripped to pieces, food and packaging scattered all over. It’s pretty obvious he went on some kind of rampage. But there are no chains on him. If he had somehow managed to break the chains, the cuffs would still be on his wrists, but they’re nowhere to be seen. He gently touches his bloated belly again, feeling at the odd shapes inside- it’s mostly liquid and sloshy by now, but there are a few hard pieces. It’s then that he suddenly recalls something-

His girlfriend. She had been going on about something to do with soulmates, how they physically can’t hurt each other due to “fate” or “destiny” or something like that. He hadn’t really paid attention.

His adrenaline suddenly spikes, he quickly gets up despite his heavy middle and rushes down to the cellar. Sure enough, it’s exactly as he feared- the chains were unlocked, deliberately. It’s not like he could have something like that in his deranged werewolf state, and the only person that could have possibly gotten in was his girlfriend. He collapses to his knees as a wave of nausea hits him, and vomits. Sure enough, a splintered bone lies in the puddle. It’s not like this has never happened before, but he was so certain that this time, he’d be able to minimize the damage.

He feels tears in his eyes, and sobs- he knew this relationship wasn’t going to work out. As much as he liked her, she was just too much for him; always lost in her daydreams and obsessing over whatever new conspiracy theory was floating around the internet. But he didn’t want it to end like this, he was just going to break up with her, maybe still try to be friends, but now he’s breaking her up instead.

[teal-fiend]

gaslighting your prey

Cw gaslighting

You sit, feeling the restless squirmimg beneath your skin. A deep, watery gurgle rolls through your middle, followed by a rising pressure that forces a heavy, satisfied belch past your lips.

"I-- I think your stomach is digesting me," the prey in your gut says.

"That wasn’t digestion," you say, as if stating an obvious fact. "Just, you know….. ambient stomach stuff. Just gurgles"

the muffled voice, weakening yet urgent, pipes up again. "That is literally digestion!"

The warmth in your gut has been steadily increasing, radiating outward. You feel the hotness under your hand. Its pleasant, to you.

"I can feel it!" the voice stammers. "It’s hot—too hot! And everything’s getting tighter! And—ugh, your stomach’s squeezing me!"

You pat the rising and falling swell of your midsection, utterly nonchalant.

"You are quite large for my stomach, that's why its so snug in there for you."

The prey tries to push at their enclosure, not to much avail; your body reacts before you can even think about it—tightening, squishing them down into the thick, sludgy heat. A concerning, gloppy noise follows. You feel a flutter in your chest.

you sigh happily, stretching out, pushing out your abdomen and admiring how your prey looks inside it.

"Nothing to worry about-" You begin to mutter, until you interrupt yourself with a sudden, forceful belch. As if your stomach was sick of having so much air inside of it.

"Oh my god, its getting even tighter-"

You stifle another burp, belly sloshing as you shift, fingers idly rubbing over the firm dome of your stomach. "You're making a big deal out of nothing," you say, utterly unbothered. "You're fine."

"I am NOT fine!"

You yawn, rubbing slow circles over the warm curve of your belly.

"You’re just panicking," you say, tilting your head. "You're getting worked up over nothing."

Your prey says something in response, but you cant make it out

A thick, lazy gurgle rolls through your middle, vibrating against your palm as you absintmindedly rub your tummy.

"So—" Their breath hitches. "So when are you letting me out?"

That does give you pause.

"I dunno," you say, voice distant, thoughtful. Pondering the question. "Couple more minutes, maybe?"

The prey doesnt like the vagueness of your answer.

"You're overthinking things again," you purr, giving your belly a slow, satisfied pat. "Just chill, okay? You’re fine." You yawn. "Don't worry about it."

[final-roar-vore]

"You couldn't, I wouldn't fit." And other famous last words.

This By belongs to @voreadbhar , the elf-calorie sludge is mine.

[nicks-dumpster]

bet it feels real good feeling someone you ate dig their way deeper into your guts and wriggle through your intestines in a desperate attempt to escape

[meekbot]

[itsmeoz]

Fat raccoon pred roommate (known to many as “The Trash Compactor”) who seems to EXCLUSIVELY eat garbage (mostly really bad fast food and broken electronics) looks at you after one of your all-nighters with your hair eschew and bags under your eyes, their stomach growls, and they decide “Oh yeah, you qualify”.

And now you (briefly) share living space with half a ton of cheeseburgers, soda, and some stuff a computer store couldn’t sell. That is, until one long, quivering belch compresses the stomach walls around you and all that soft, luxurious pudge crunches everything down until the raccoon is hungry again, and Slightly Fatter.

[tautline-hitch]

OKAY FINE. Spin for a kink. You’ve just noticed this in the tags of an explicit-rated fic you were going to read.

How are we feeling?

YES this is IT this is my THING

Oh fun!

Sure, why not

Not really my deal but I can go with it

Nah, not feeling it

NOPE.

Vanilla extract (I don't read kink / I don't read e-rated fic / nuance / results

Voting ended onApr 30

Preemptively, in case this gets away: Be cool in the notes.

[hard-bitey-pred]

Blindfolds alright. I was hoping for vore

[wholegrainvore]

pred eating too many prey and being like ogghhh i shouldnt have done thaaaat ugh i hate myself . and all the prey inside can hear that as they get digested and are like wow im dying for nothing i guess. whatever.

[ravenousgigglehound]

Update on that one friend I wanted to eat:

Good news is I don’t want to eat them anymore!!

Bad news is they are somewhere in my intestines right now

That demon was right, they were delicious

[noknownpredators]

breakfast :)

[yogurtremains]

Trapped in the Furnace

Those deep gurgles and wet swirls you keep hearing? That’s the hydrochloric acid pooling in your stomach, mixing with some trypsin. Your body already marked me as a big protein-rich meal. The stretch receptors are probably going wild right now: tons of protein hitting them all at once, so you’re feeling really full, aren’t you? That heavy, satisfied pressure spreading across your tummy. You might grab some ice cream later to cool things down a bit. It’ll help soothe that faint burning under your ribs… except it’s not your stomach that’s burning. It’s me, slowly turning to fuel in the furnace of your stomach.

[soft-nommy-pred]

Absolutely unfair I can't get my canines sharpened without filing my teeth and paying lots of money. Can't I simply have fangs that grow at the scent of blood

[soft-nommy-pred]

Eaten by a clown (or a pred with a similar aesthetic) and you tumble into their belly to find it's a ballpit.

[loveandvore]

Thinking about a pred/prey adventuring duo… the prey is always a bit anxious, because they can’t help but worry that the pred is looking for excuses to eat them… whenever they go on adventures, the prey makes sure to bring plenty of extra rations to keep the pred full.

The pred is well aware of the prey’s goals, but doesn’t comment on it, since obviously they’d never eat their little buddy!

But… one day, the prey somehow forgets, or even loses, their rations. They can’t stop fretting about it, clearly anxious. The pred knows they shouldn’t, but… it’s so tempting to tease them~

Sighing, and tutting, and thoughtfully wondering aloud what they’re going to do for lunch now… but assuring the prey that they don’t have to worry too much… surely, the two of them can come up with… something~

Pred is just aiming to get a good laugh out of all this, but… something about how flustered and anxious their partner is, it’s really activating their prey drive. They’re just so cute, and flighty, and small… and the pred IS hungry. It would be so easy to just… gulp them down, real quick. No one would ever have to know. They could just tell everyone it was an adventuring accident.

They try to shake the thoughts away, but it’s too late. They’ve already crossed the line of seeing their friend as food. Even if they can stay strong and avoid eating them today, it’s only a matter of time before they give in to those instincts somewhere down the line…

They’re just surprised they don’t feel more guilty about it all.

[soft-nommy-pred]

Traveling forward in time to eat your future self. Is this anything