Evening

Howdy there, this is a vore space, 18+ only folks, but I post other stuff too

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Very tempted to delete this blog entirely.

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Unfortunate to be on an elevator with a rather...curvy lady. Nudity is quite normal, so unfortunately your head is nestled into her rather soft ass, and she keeps somewhat grinding on you the whole ride down. Then her hand reaches around, cups your head, and her soft cheeks are swallowing you up like a dog with a shoe~

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I think my favorite scene is a weirdly comforting one that makes no sense. A man has to leave for a week, and his heavily wife will be alone, so to keep her safe he decides the dog will be the best option.

She's stripped to her underwear, nervously clutching her squirming belly as her husband holds the leash of the collar he strapped to her. Their dog is a huge creature, the most obedient and loyal companion any human ever had. All it takes is the singular command, "Swallow." One moment the dog stood at attention before her, the next she's sliding into the slimy gullet with unnatural ease.

As the canine's belly bulges the leash sucks deeper into the wet throat, and for a moment it almost seems like their canine had fully swallowed her. But the dog's mouth flops open, panting happily, her wet feet laid across the wet tongue and leash dangling from the corner of the wet maw.

The husband clips the dog's collar back on, so his wife can't very easily be pulled from her tight, wet little haven before he leaves. For the entire week she's unaware of the world beyond the wet, squishy walls, only herself and her swollen belly. But...even when the husband comes back, the collar remains in place, and even as his wife becomes overdue by days, weeks, months, she never births, her belly merely swelling further inside their beloved pet who shows now issues keeping the wife in his belly and her feet tucked neatly against his warm tongue, leash always casually dangling from his jaw.

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I wonder if my supple womb would ever settle around cows. My friend invited me up to her farm to pick up some extra eggs, and she takes me into the barn to see three of the new calves that were orphaned because of the bad weather. They're a bit too early, and she's worried they won't make it, I half wonder if that's the reason she called me out.

Of course, she has to walk away for some reason or another, and I'm left behind with the calves. Something about them sparks my maternal instinct, and I feel the warmth explode in my belly. A loud gurgle spooks me, and before I know it that maternal instinct takes me over entirely.

As she comes back, she finds me half naked and leaned forward against the barn wall, the little hooves of the last calf slowly vanishing into me. My belly is so large it sags into the hay on the floor, gurgling eagerly as my calves settle in yet bulges slide over my skin. As I huff out an apology I feel her gloves softly gliding over my stretched skin as the last calf is swallowed up and my womb seals them away for as long as it pleases. My skin rolls and begins to tighten, making quick work of settling my calves as she softly kneads my writhing flesh.

"If we're lucky maybe you'll sprout an udder, big mama. That special milk of yours would make a lot of people happy~"

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My supple womb probably loves to breed me when it knows I feel good. I'd bought a new set of lingerie, pretty black flowery lace. I put the bra and panties on, and admire myself in the mirror, but the outfit doesn't feel quite right yet...ah! The stockings!

I slip into them quick, and sure enough I was right! Each leg outlined luciously by the thin fabric, pretty lace tight on my soft thighs. The moment I feel it I don't feel scared, the warmth blooming inside me. Within moments the pretty little panties are soaked and the swell begins. All I can do is laugh a little as my belly gurgles and makes way for the inevitable.

I watch the mirror, my swelling baby belly healthy and unstoppable. Five months, nine months. Two babies turn into five. My bellybutton pops and bulges slide across my red, veiny skin. I can feel them multiply, my belly sagging so low it covers my panties entirely in the mirror, I can feel ten, now twelve, and I lose count and just feel them all. I feel like a cow, a beautiful breeding cow. My milk able to impregnate anyone who drinks it. All the while my belly swells, my breasts join in. I can feel them, babies in my chest, milk spilling from the lacey black fabric as twins grow nine months on in my soft breasts.

My womb owns me, my womb owns all of me, and as I sink to my knees with a heavy slosh all I can think is how much better my little outfit looks now that I'm spilling out of it in more ways than one.

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I'd love to just be a bulge in someone's balls really. Just a writhing decoration. Better if it's on a stallion, because then whatever the rider takes him out everyone gets to see my pregnant bulge writhing around in there and the empty sack next to me.

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Hm, I wonder what you'd tag sex toy vore? Granted I love a gal swallowing up a monstrous dildo for fun, balls and all, but imagine the sex swallowing up the gal.

She brings it into the shower for some fun time, suckling on the monstrous equine cock of a dildo. The balls on it are huge and feel weird, when she goes to pull it from her throat before it fully escapes it suctions to her lips and suddenly engulfs her head. In a moments notice her sleek body is being devoured by the glittery blue silicone, the balls stretching out as she's engulfed.

When her girlfriends come home they find the toy in the shower, her scrunched up frame semi-obscured by the silicone. As her muffled whimpers rise above the sound of the shower the two look at each other and grin deviously...

Oh the fun they could have.

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Sorry I vanished, I had to help a friend with a Halloween costume...of course I'm not too sure what spending almost the entire month stuffed into a womb was worth. Supposedly they painted a pumpkin on their belly, but they only just now decided to slip me my phone in here. Weirdly they won't really answer my texts about when I'm getting out...

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Your python post had me drooling. Just imaging it snaking it's way through my dick painfully and albeit over a long course of time as it gradually makes its way to my balls and I feel them fill out. That pressure and tear along my pants as they say lower and swell larger from the unexpected guest and only maybe hours later does the process finally end, and I'm left with a sack big enough to use as a beanbag

You get the idea ♡ I wonder how you'd feel if that new snake friend of yours only ever emerged momentarily to swallow up your dates~? Seeing their bulge slowly shifting around your balls before they eventually digest inside the snake and its hungry for more~

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Unbirthing pregnant prey?

You know, I always wonder about that. Would the predator mama absorb the other's belly before shoving them in?

Would the other be born pregnant, reaching the age they once were before spontaneously growing a massive baby belly?

The answers are endless ♡

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I feel like there's not enough pony vore on this app. Especially not unbirthing ponies.

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Being in a tight spot food wise because of small paycheck sucks more than I can explain.

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Hm, rather odd, tumblr doesn't notify me of asks all the time. Seems like tumblr might be earing them...

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Once again with the supple womb, it knows when a man is trying to be sly. It knows when he thinks he'll be able to conquer it, that he's arrogant enough to believe his seed will be what makes me swell. I've only just lost the weight only for the swell to begin again because of is arrogance. He's talking all about himself, too dense to see me trying to keep my shirt down and yet sure enough it slips up and my belly is exposed as I pass the second trimester with octuplets. All I can do is sigh and put a hand to my side as I swell, knowing damn well by now there's no chance to stop what's started and just focus on my skin giving way like I meant to breed like this.

I can feel everyone looking, the gurgling is loud and persistent, small bulges floating across my tightening skin as this self centered man rambles on. It takes him several minutes before he finally looks at me and realizes I'm taken. His eyes bulge out of his head, jumping away from my overly swollen frame. He makes some excuse and runs off, leaving me with my womb yet again.

Going home is certainly enough of an experience. My belly distorts and gurgles loudly, not my cargo but my womb itself making itself known to anyone near me. The second someone's hand even grazes the skin I can feel a new life swell inside. If it's punishment or a reminder I can't even be sure all I know is that I'm taking it whether I like it or not. By the time I get home all I can do is get myself to the ground and get onto my hands and knees, and somehow my womb sees that as an invitation to keep going.

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Thinking again of the lucky guy being stuffed by the soft huggers. Stranded on his couch, his swollen belly tucked between his legs, almost swelling past the edge of the couch. The round dome is gurgling, shifting at times, but oh-so cozy for the eggs. He's moaning quietly to himself, hands passing over his skin as he takes it.

He whimpers feeling the lower one pull from his sore cervix, only for it to wriggle its way into his rectum. To add to the discomfort, the one attached to his face tucks itself into his mouth and starts wriggling its way down his throat and he's forced to swallow. He's upset, he hardly feels full enough! He could take enough eggs to be a Queen at this rate...

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I love the thought of a long-lived hugger finding its way onto a man. He's got a pretty womb, he was showering in the morning when it found him. It's long legs wrapped around his thighs, it's ovipositior sliding right into place. He doesn't have time to pry it off before work, forced to commute with it quietly pumping eggs into him. It only stops for brief periods, the sacks inflating with more eggs just to keep going. It doesn't care if he sits down or has to use the bathroom, it just keeps pumping eggs into his awaiting womb. Slowly his stomach is pressing against his shirt, making it hard to button it back up. He can tell people are looking, he tries not to bend down, but when it's really quiet the soft squelching is almost audible. By the end of the day it's noticeable, another coworker even running their hand over the swollen dome with a knowing smile as he's still taking eggs.

When he finally gets home, he doesn't bother going to his room. He stands by his couch, unbottons his shirt, drops his pants, and sits down heavily. The hugger nestled against his sex barely peeks from his underwear as it continues without a care. He looks close to 9 months with twins and has the feeling it's not going to stop anytime soon. He's so lost in thought rubbing his tight skin that he barely realizes another is crawling up his belly, but he knows there's no point in fighting it. He leans his head back, opens his mouth, and let's the ovipositior slide down his throat nice and easy with a quiet moan. The creature hugs tightly flush to his face, blocking out the world with its tail around his neck as bulges begin to slide quickly down his throat.

All he'll do is sit there and slowly swell like the obedient broodmother he is, swallowing eggs entirely lucid beneath the hugger unable to see or hear just swallowing and swelling like the good breeder he was always meant to be.

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Thinking of the supple womb again. Being marked on my stomach so everyone knows the only one to have gotten me pregnant was my own womb. No man could be verile enough to produce such a large, distended, active belly.

I can feel it squeeze and shift around its cargo, making me know as soon as I'm empty it'll just happen all over again. Left on the floor, on all fours, swelling up like a cow with as many babies as my womb sees fit.