Jesteeth

Chomp chomp

[jesteeth]

Hello

I like vore, I think that’s obvious

I am 18+ years old. I would prefer minors don’t interact with me, it makes me uncomfortable

[homo-venator]

When the prey initially lands in the stomach and they're squeezed into some wildly uncomfortable position...... Upside down, folded in half, face pressed up against the stomach walls, limbs pinned in place. And they're still in shock so they just kind of Sit There for a bit before they start struggling again.

[sandyyyyyl]

Bellies!

[perit0neum]

after that ask a while ago i've been thinking about supervillain pred x superhero prey. pred is this big soft goofball of a man who is WAYY stronger than the hero. the prey is this over confident popular hero. and they're gay

- villain eating the hero dude and saying "okay uhh now that you're in there i'm taking off my armor, i hope you don't mind"

- they end up together off the clock, and ofc they don't recognize each other but villain recognizes his smell and gets really really hungry

- [ring ring]

"hello?? who is this??"

"get your costume on, i'm hungry."

- uhh hero lowkey lets himself lose to the villain dude so he can be safe and warm in tummy 💖

- an actual threat appears in the city and villain is SAUUR bummed about letting hero out of his soft tummy

- every other villain hero faces is light work, but he's genuinely never beaten villain

"okay we need to set some boundaries!"

"oh? what is it little guy?"

"mmm you gotta let me win every once in a while!! everyone's gonna think i suck!!"

"ough but if i let you win then you have to sleep in your cold sad studio apartment and not in my warm happy tummy~"

- pred dude is talking to another villain and the other villain is threatening to genuinely kill the hero so pred just eats him and fucking digests him

- pred visiting the hero when he's sick and being like "here, it's chicken noodle soup. no im not here to eat you, im not hungry right now, get well soon though. i don't know what ill do if i get hungry and you're not there to eat"

[theblackcandyheart]

Pred that records themselves swallowing their prey down and digesting them, and then uploads it to the dark web. There's a whole community surrounding devouring on there, and the pred is kind of a "noob" by their standards.

The comments are FULL of people giving advice and pointers to the inexperienced pred. Tips on how to relax their throat muscles to help the prey slide down more easily, or, alternatively, how to strengthen their throat muscles to squeeze the prey down their gullet even faster. How the pred should gulp down air to keep their prey awake longer, or drink water as well to produce more sloshy, drawn-out gurgles. How to relax their abdominal muscles to make the prey last longer and digest more slowly. It's all good advice--for the pred, at least. Not for whichever unfortunate soul ends up as the pred's next meal...

As it turns out, the pred takes the advice from the comments on their video. A month later, the pred uploads another video, showing off their round, full belly. They've relaxed their stomach muscles completely and they've downed a bottle or two of water, making their belly look even more like a massive dome of flesh. The prey's squirms make the pred's stomach wobble and vibrate, and occasionally, the pred's stomach bulges out as the prey tries to push out. The water, coupled with the prey's frantic struggles, produce a chorus of gurgles and sloshes from the pred's belly. This video is MUCH longer than the first one that the pred posted, showing the slow progression of digestion. It's safe to say that the pred likes it when their meals stick around for a while...

[jesteeth]

It’s extremely late for 8/8 day, but I don’t care

[safe-from-sharp-teeth]

[theredcandyheart]

It... It all happened so fast. I couldn't stop myself.

You were mad at me. We started arguing. I got... Scared. Scared that you would leave me. Scared that you didn't want me anymore. So... Without thinking, I acted.

My large, gleaming fangs snapped open wide... And soon, they'd become your prison. I would never hurt you, mind you - my fangs didn't pierce your delicate flesh... But it was still scary, no doubt.

Soon enough, I was tipping my head back and swallowing. I could feel your form, struggling all the way down. Fighting, shouting at me. Calling me a monster.

And... You're right.

I curl up in bed, whimpering a little, as I rest a hand on my stomach. How am I going to explain this to you? How am I supposed to apologize? You're shivering, curled up tightly. Do you know that you're not in any danger? You're actually in one of the safest places you could be. You know that... Right?

Right...?

[theredcandyheart]

My stomach keeps squirming and making sounds. I sigh and pat my stomach idly.

"Please," I whine. "Please, shut up."

My prey won't stop yapping. At this point, I don't even know what they're talking about. They're very sweet though, very cute, so I instead just grumble something under my breath.

[theredcandyheart]

I reblogged this on my other blog at first until I realized that it was a blog I Did Not Want To Interact with so I'm making it a more fleshed out idea here.

Blind prey.

Everyone thinks a blind prey will be easy to catch. They can't really see very well, anyways! All the pred has to do is sneak up on them, open their jaws, and-

-Proceed to get sucker punched in the nose right before their prey takes off.

Many preds don't know this, but blind prey is actually a unique challenge. They can hardly see, if at all, so instead? They rely on other methods to sense their environment. Hearing, smell, touch... Things like that. They can feel the vibrations of a heavy pred's footsteps behind them, can feel how the air shifts ever so slightly as something comes to a stop next to them, and most importantly, they can hear the pred's breathing.

Because of this, blind prey is almost impossible to catch. The only times a blind prey is eaten is when they willingly allow themselves to be eaten. It's a massive act of trust; they're shutting off all of their connections to the outside world and curling up inside of a pred. They can no longer feel the vibrations from the Earth, the breeze from the wind, or thumping of distant footsteps. Instead, they're just surrounded by the body of their pred - the one they trust most in this world, considering they allowed the pred to devour them whole.

[theredcandyheart]

As I sink deeper and deeper into your core, I find myself wondering - how does this feel for you?

It's warm. Comfortable. Relaxing. A little more wet and sticky than I'd like, but I still love this time we're sharing together.

Your stomach muscles undulate and squeeze around me gently, as if exploring my form. I stay still, not moving against the gentle quivering of your body.

"Sorry, darling," I hear your voice murmur. Then, my world shifts, and I slip and sink even deeper into your core. I can't tell what's happening, but I can feel you moving a little, and I hear things shuffling around - and then, soon, we're settled back down. I squirm a little to get comfortable, and when I do, you place a hand on your stomach.

"Easy," You say. "Too much and it'll hurt."

Right - right. I am sitting among the most sensitive, soft parts of your body right now. One wrong move and you'll be keeling over in agony.

When we're done, I want to know: what's it like to hold someone deep in your core, among the softest, most vulnerable parts of your body?

[theredcandyheart]

On Halloween, there's a special ritual that you like to partake in with your significant other: Pretending they're a serial killer.

Of course, it's all an act... But it's still a lot of fun, especially when your S/O really gets into character, tipping your chin up to look them in the eye before leaning in to whisper in your ear.

"I can't wait until you melt into me~"

Sometimes, they get a little more... Descriptive with it, describing how they desperately want you to be the newest layer of padding on their body, making them softer and more desirable to other prey.

In reality, though? None of that is the case.

They'll tease and taunt you about your inevitable "fate", but as soon as you're sliding down their gullet, they break character, shedding whatever tacky costume they're wearing (if they're even wearing one) and practically dissolving into a puddle as you run your hands along their stomach walls.

You can practically see their blushing face, and, all around you, you can feel the way their body trembles in excitement, waiting for what you're about to do next: will you squirm? Or will you keep delicately running your hands along their stomach walls?

Either way, Halloween is a fun, gurgle-filled night for the both of you... And the next day, you're sort of tempted to ask them to act scary all over again, even though Halloween is over by then.

[theredcandyheart]

She draws him in slowly, clawed hand gently grasping his, and she pulls him into a slow dance. In this time, in this moment, they're both alone, with the prying eyes of society unable to find them here, in this cave.

She's a monster, tall and terrifying. Her eyes pierce everyone like bullets - but when she seems him, they grow soft, looking at him with love and adoration.

He is human, but he is... Different. He is tall and muscular, and many people fear him. They think him to be a predator, a monster - but the reality is that he is a gentle giant among humans, and he's soft-hearted, someone that just wants love.

And so is she.

She is much taller than he. By day, she's a regular woman, but at night, she transforms, growing tall and becoming a monster. But he is not afraid of her. He thinks she's beautiful. Every hour of every day.

As a monster, she shows affection in a rather unique way. Her mouth opens, and she gives a few gentle licks, which turns into nibbles... And then, her mouth is gently closing around his head.

She takes him in slowly and gently, and soon, there's a smooth bulge travelling down her throat, and then disappearing into her middle. It's hardly noticeable once he's curled up in her middle; his weight hardly hinders her, and soon, she's sitting on the ground, purring softly and curling up happily. Nobody else loves her for who she is, and by god, she can, and will, keep him safe and loved for as long as she can.

[theredcandyheart]

Cheeky prey that deliberately goads preds into eating them by constantly taunting them or challenging them in some way, whether it be suggestively wiggling their hips at the pred, wearing a specific kind of perfume (blueberry muffin is a lovely scent after all , wouldn't you agree?) or just straight up telling the pred that they're not strong and that they can't catch the prey.

The outcome is always the same; the pred loses control of their appetite, and they quickly snatch the prey up and scarf them down, sighing in satisfaction once the prey's weight has settled in their core. Once they've realized what they've done, they always blush furiously and try to stammer out an apology... one that's quickly silenced upon feeling how the prey snuggles into the pred and curls up tightly in their gut.

Of course, if the tables were turned on the prey, they'd be blushing furiously and adamantly denying the fact that they want to be food... but a loud, punctuated growl from the pred's stomach has the prey practically melting on the spot as the struggle to form words. Either way... the result is always the same, with the pred getting to lounge around while enjoying their meal for the rest of the day.

[theredcandyheart]

Imagine being snackish, gobbling up a prey, and then, from your stomach, you hear a muffled, "big back, big back~" being sung 🫠

And then they make fun of you for the food you ate earlier. How rude

[theredcandyheart]

What... is this feeling?

It's... odd. A strange desire, really. What are you doing to me?

You smile at me, both cheekily and knowingly. You feign being flustered while you bat your eyelashes at me.

"My, my, is someone hungry?" You say. I want to say 'no', but right as I open my mouth, a punctuated growl sounds from my stomach, as if it's eagerly saying yes.

"A shame," You say before turning away.

I thought I had my instincts under control. I haven't felt this way in years. I've worked hard to obtain a reputation of being kind and gentle, not someone who devours someone.

But here you are, making my mouth water and my stomach grumble.

"What would happen if I were to, say, run away?" You ask, looking over your shoulder at me. My mouth waters even more and I have to swallow thickly to stop from drooling.

"If you run, I'll chase you," I answer honestly. Excitement flashes across your features, and then, a smile makes its way onto your face.

"And then?"

I lean forward, getting a good whiff of your tender scent. "I'll devour you."

I'm usually not so forward. Usually. But sometimes, my predatory instincts take over, and I can't help it.

"Guess I better start running, then!"

I open my mouth to protest. Don't do it, you'll trigger my instincts-

But before I can even get the words out, you're taking off, sprinting away from me. My stomach growls again, and I can't help but to lick my lips. You're bringing this on yourself, I hope you know... when I catch you, and it's when, not if, I'll hold on to you for as long as I please.

[roseytoesy]

[theredcandyheart]

Thinking about a naga holding a woman in her stomach and relishing the feeling of fullness it gives her human half and absolutely adoring the swell of her stomach...

But meanwhile her prey is FREAKING out and doesn't realize that she's actually completely safe, just kinda... stuck until the naga decides she's done. That probably won't be for a while, though; the naga REALLY enjoyed this prey's flavor and loves how easily her weight settled in her stomach...