King of Consumption

a NSFW vore blog straight, male, 33 call me King No minors Header & profile pic made by @miniaturemallow

[beastbeastbeastbeast]

Is there any appreciation for subby preds out there? I am going to create what I want to see in the wurld

[i-suggest-vore]

Compromise on the willing/unwilling perspective because I have become the king of dubcon thanks to it: hypnosis, and aphrodisiac/paralytic venoms are AMAZING for this sorta stuff because the prey is unable to fight back until they can't free themselves. ~Signed, somebody that OOC finds getting swallowed hot but couldn't get themselves to commit to willing IC and needs a reason to not fight back

Getting willingly roofied so your partner can eat you without you fighting back is so hot oh my god :3

[kingofconsumption]

The horror is part of the excitement for me, so it's more "Oh, hey, they're rather attractive. O-oh, they're coming this way!? Th-they like me, t-too? Their eyes, it's... hard to look away... W-wait, they just kissed me!? N-now they're going t-towards my neck... I can't... react... what were those pricks...? I-I feel something g-going on... wh-what...?"

And then things devolve into getting swallowed, only really able to fight and squirm after being packed away on tight guts & getting teased for being food

[machine-saint]

part of the joy of having a fetish that's still somewhat outside of the mainstream (if you disagree then xkcd geologists dot png) but fairly popular is that complaining about a trope being too common in your semi-obscure pornography is really funny

[machine-saint]

anyway I just saw someone complain about how snakes are too common in hypnosis porn

[skyecanthropy]

personally i think hypnosis is too common in snake porn.

[imploresible]

Not my image, and it's technically backwards according to how Venn/Euler diagrams work, but…

[asciiruled-lux]

Is being a pred an illness? Are there medications to treat it? Is it mental? A virus? A bacteria? A parasite?? Who knows

[kingofconsumption]

Okay, but predation as like, a parasitic prion disease.

Prion disease is famous because it causes the creation of new proteins to be flawed and incapable of working properly. The solution? The disease uses the destabilizing period of protein decay to use itself to grow & alter the existing body to better suit the propagation of more of itself. The solution that it comes up with? bioaccumulation. The body doesn't need to produce more proteins if it can simply hijack existing proteins from the food it consumes. And when the best source of those proteins are your own species...

[preyingforsnuff]

Being digested usually feels euphoric in case you were wondering. And the comfortable pressure of your pred's stomach lining around you? EXACTLY as cozy as you're imagining.

[kingofconsumption]

Coming back from several months of inactivity as is normal for me to say that unwilling euphoric digestion is underrated AF. Prey squirming not ENTIRELY out of fear as they try to fight their fate but can't do it all because of how good it feels as they're turned to mush.

[teal-fiend]

a world where vore is possible, but is still seen as an obscure kink.

Yes people have the ability to swallow things/ other peiple whole. But it's weird so barely anyone actually does it. And when they do, it's an underground bdsm thing

[kingofconsumption]

Oral fixations have to be a BITCH in this universe. Like imagine finding out you're a pred because you're absently chewing on your thumb trying to scratch that itch of your mouth doing something and next thing you know you're forearm-deep inside of yourself

[teal-fiend]

my first day at prey school i hope they dont realise im a predator

[kingofconsumption]

Okay but if predators came about as like, a subspecies of humanity or whatever relatively recently in humanity's existence (I mean like within the last couple hundred years,) then yeah this WOULD be the type of division. It would start YOUNG, too. They wouldn't even be that hard to spot, if a creature is capable of consuming its body weight or more at once, it either has an INCREDIBLY high caloric demand or only eats a couple times a month and survives off of the stores they gained from indulging so much, and either case would be easily tracked.

From there, predators would be all but divided from the rest of society, considered another sentient being worthy of rights, but still understandably feared and seen as needing to be taught not to indulge in their baser instincts. The result is inelegant but obvious: predators are highly regulated & watched, their own family the only real people they can interact with that aren't ALSO predators that could more easily defend themselves from attempted predation while they're taught how to control their urges, on top of the average learning & cultural experience they gain from being schooled.

Naturally, the same problems that exist in our world would exist here too, just manifesting in new ways. Food is filling, but low-quality and calorie dense, providing none of the other minerals, vitamins, and other nutrients necessary for living because it's cheap and allows for performance-based profits in the meal oversight committee. The unique curriculum is decidedly fear-based, so if the adult predators only play along with what the curriculum to collect a paycheck (or possibly out of their own self-loathing for something they've done) the end result is a group of kids becoming young adults that despise what they are because they don't know that accepting that they're different is an acceptable option as they've had no positive role model. Perhaps some end up getting caught up in horrible things like snuff rooms because of it. If you're going to be a monster, at least get a comfortable living for it, right?

[acidbathlove]

I'm too antisocial to get involved in the community aspect of the vore scene here. But I am always open to talk :) Or if anyone is interested in talking reblog this.

[kingofconsumption]

Are you currently taking story requests? If so, do you do vore in fandoms?

I DO take story requests but I do NOT do canon characters. I don't mind doing people's OCs if I can talk to them about it, but otherwise I find trying to stay true to a character & their lore to be too restricting nowadays when compared to just working with a concept or a character I can have direct access to their creator for to make sure I'm doing them justice. I hope that makes sense, but I definitely appreciate the interest either way!

[kingofconsumption]

TMI Tuesday somewhat late because I’m a bad blog keeper

[kingofconsumption]

Dunno when my old post kinda became the general asks post for a lot of people, but here we are. Discord's down & I've got the urge to start writing again, so I should start getting into the habit of interacting with the followers again. I know I fell through HARD with Voretober, but hopefully I can make up for it with writing a story that, if things work out the way I hope, will be the beginning of a whole literary world that uses itself as a way of observing the different ways that people interact with vore, and how that would translate to a modern culture, so keep an eye out for that in the coming days

[kingofconsumption]

Sorry folks

Been distracted the past couple days, I'm gonna write out the three I own (and if I stay conscious enough to write I'll go ahead & do Day 7) so expect a bit of spam on your feed lol

[kingofconsumption]

Voretober #3: You're Getting Sleepy...

As a predator in the modern age, finding prey has never been easier for me. My physiology is similar enough to the average human that I can pass as such when I want to. When I'm hunting, well... I can order "food" whenever I want. The pattern is simple enough: use a profile on a local networking app, be it some dating app, selling app, or something of the like; meet up with the target; start talking, and getting them into a particular rhythm. Conversational Hypnosis, I believe it's called. Anyway, it lets me do all sorts of fun things to my prey's mind before they even realize what's going on, including getting them drawn away from prying eyes. From there, it's all too easy to let my biology do the work: flexing my throat muscles in particular rhythms creates a bioluminescent phenomenon, which further traps the prey's mind in a state of blissful ignorance, lulling them into a waking slumber as their eyes glaze over.

The obvious happens after that. The light show goes all the way through the upper half of my digestive tract, keeping my prey placid even as my stomach starts to do its job on them. It's quite the rush, honestly: to feel another living, thinking being be so powerless inside of you, they can't even realize that they're in danger. It's delicious, intoxicating even. I probably could even satisfy my dietary needs through more "morally acceptable" means with how plentiful "normal food" is, but when it's soooo easy and feels so good... why would I do anything else?

[kingofconsumption]

Voretober #1 & 2: Galactic Gluttony

Warning lights and sirens blared through the halls of the ship as Antrell barreled down them. Her legs pumped as hard as her heart inside of her chest as she gambles a glance over her shoulder behind her. She saw what she expected to see: long, spindly fingers snake their way past the corner, curling around it before a three-eyed head cleared it into the hallway behind her. The body stood a clear head above her, she could tell this much even at this distance, one of the alien's digitigrade legs breaking into the straight line behind her in what she perceived to be slow motion before she turns her gaze back in front of her just in time to avoid slamming headlong into the wall at the end of it. Sounds erupt from the creature behind her as she pushes off the wall to run to her right.

She could hear its nail clacking on the metallic floor behind her, and in her heart she knew she couldn't outrun it if she kept running the long, straight corridors within her spaceship, so she elects to break line of sight by ducking into one of the rooms. The door seals behind her as she focuses on the storage room in front of her, desperate for a place to hide. Her choice was a storage closet, which closes behind her just in time for the room's door to open as the large, predatory alien enters the room. Its eyes scan the somewhat empty room, licking the lips of its wide, frog-like mouth as it gets closer to her hiding spot. Antrell focuses on trying to force her heart and breathing to calm down as it throws the hefty crates out of the way, covering her heavy breathing. By the time it gives up throwing the boxes about, she found herself holding her breath despite herself. The creature starts to leave, which causes her to exhale just a bit too early, making the creature all too aware of her hiding spot.

She screams despite herself as the door is torn open by one of the alien's hands while the other wraps itself around her arm. She thrashes in its grip as the other hand grasps her arm. The alien stares at her with all three of its eyes before its face splits open, its mouth opening wide. She's forced to stare down its gullet before she's shoved inside its mouth. Her world is plunged into a warm, wet darkness as it forces her deeper in, the throat not even needing to grab a hold of her as the arms do more than enough of the job to push her ever closer to the awaiting stomach. She thrashes within its grasp futilely, a stray kick catching it in the thigh, eliciting a sound from the creature, but not halting her advance into the creature's waiting maw. Despite her struggling, and her attempts to escape, she still found herself helplessly curled up inside the guts of this alien.

"Did you really have to catch my thigh?" Her partner Glantz asked, a sympathetic hand rubbing where she had kicked him before she starts walking to the control panel next to the door to cancel the training alert protocol. "Hey, you're the one that said you wanted to try something more 'enriching' this time, live prey generally doesn't WANT to be eaten where I'm from." Antrell replied, speaking loudly to be heard through the layers of alien flesh that held her tightly. "I was just giving you the experience if this was ACTUALLY dangerous."

"Touche." He responded, drinking in the weight she gave in his middle. Glantz's species had no real digestive process the way most other animals had. Evolved for desert environments, his species is specialized to get all of its nutrition from liquids, which it contained in massive quantities in its elastic stomachs, the legs more evolved for EVADING predators rather than BEING one. What they had found as a result of travelling with mammalian species such as humans like Antrell, however, is that their stomachs do surprising well at holding such large "prey" safely, the sweat of such species being a surprisingly nutritious treat for Gantz's race while also providing closeness or exercise, both of which mammalians generally need in the years of travel between planets space travel had.

"So long do you want to stay in there?" He asked her, knowing that she usually enjoyed such "afterplay" as she called it for a while, especially after more intensive scenarios like the one they had just went through. "Hmm, I think a few hours is good..." She replies, snuggling into the plush insides of her alien companion. "I've gotta haul you around for a few hours, huh?" He asks playfully before continuing. "I think I can manage that."

[voretober]

Voretober is here once more!

Right on time for... a late night snack! Have yet another serving of our finest prompts! Here's the buffet so you can pick and plot your course through our courses. And as always, you decide the portions and the spices. A challenging marathon of one drawing a day? A leisurely stroll through the prompt list? A cherry pick of your favorite inspirations? All of this is possible within Voretober! Enjoy your meal~ We once again continued the tradition of accepting community submissions for prompts and we are happy to report that the contributions have been even more numerous than any previous year. Keep them coming! All of the suggestions have been integrated into the final list in some way; some directly, some by adaptation. Thank you to everyone who submit their ideas.

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[kingofconsumption]

I think tomorrow I'm gonna blend the first two, and then after that I'm gonna try to write something short for each day. Maybe that'll help me get back into the swing of writing more than once every year or more

[greelin]

the head/throat gripping and steadying while drinking blood…… Can anyone hear me

[kingofconsumption]

All the while the person being drank from is inhaling sharply, both because it kinda hurts but also because it's exciting & the interruption in blood flow is making them a touch loopy, which just sorta further complicates their feelings on the whole ordeal

[kingofconsumption]

There's something about the totality of soul vore that just... gets to me.

Just think about it: the prey has been completely mulched by the pred, their body reduced to a roiling stew of meat slurry and bones, now gently filtering deeper into the pred's intestinal tract as they're now basking in the afterglow of their meal. They can feel the bubbling up in their belly that will doubtless lead to a belch, something that's not unsurprising to them at this point. As they relieve the pressure build-up in their gut, an ethereal colored orb escapes their lips. It floats languidly in the air, as though just as surprised and getting a hold of its circumstances as the predator it escaped from are.

Before the orb can move away, the bloated predator reaches out and grabs the floating sphere. They look at it between their fingers, without any notable features, the pred can feel the same aura of fear and panic that not that long ago was being expressed by the person that is now pumping through their intestines. Suddenly, the pred realizes what they have in their hand, and gets a grimly malicious idea.

They bring the soul up to their mouth, opening it wide once more and pushes the ball to the back of it before swallowing. The mass of soulstuff makes its way down the pred's throat, the bulge it makes glowing through the stretched skin before it disappears behind the pred's collarbone and once more being claimed by the predator's stomach. The belly growls and gurgles as it feels the presence of more "food." The soul of the prey is completely helpless as the predator's body claims not only their body, but their very being.

Dunno if it says something about a lack of connections in my personal life, but I find being so totally claimed, even without my consent, is VERY hot

[theblackcandyheart]

Grabbing a little preything by its tail. Smirking at them as they helplessly squirm and writhe mid-air. I admire the tenacity, really, I do, but let's face the reality - They're not going to escape so easily.

Taking a deep breath, I blow a puff of smoke in their face. At first, their face scrunches up, as if annoyed by this... But then, their muscles go lax, and the fight completely leaves their body. They go brainless, the way a preything should be.

I open my mouth, slowly lowering them in. As I do, the prey giggles a little and nuzzles their nose into my cheek. I chuckle a little and coo softly at them. How can I not? I have a soft spot for such little cuties, whether they're willing or not.

The process is fast. Once I have my jaws around them, I swallow quickly. My pheromones will be wearing off soon, so I have to be fast. In just a few swallows, my meal is settled in my gut, curling up tightly. I can feel them purring and nuzzling into me, which pulls another soft coo from me. Lovingly, I rub my stomach with one hand, and with the other, I idly pick at my teeth.

In a few minutes, my smoky pheromones wear off. My gut goes still for a moment... And then, it comes to life, thrashing wildly as my prey struggles. They scream for help, but their voice is heavily muffled. My tail curls in, and I let out another soft coo, prodding my stomach. A strained gurgle sounds in response.

"Don't worry, little darling... I'll take good care of you," I murmur, lovingly running a hand over my stomach.

[kingofconsumption]

Adding hypno into vore, either by legit hypnosis or chemical coercion like this post, is something I would love to see more of