https://liaspublishing.carrd.co ᪥ call me Dulce! ᪥ she/her ᪥ 24 ᪥ trans ᪥ asexual sex-repulsed ᪥ very freaky robot girl ᪥ vore without sex enjoyer (but STILL NSFW) ᪥ plus some BDSM, power exchange, petplay, etc. ᪥ IF YOU ARE A MINOR, DO NOT INTERACT. DMs and Asks very open! message me anytime!
I'm kinda new to this whole Tumblr thing. I kinda don't know what I'm doing?!
Here's the 5 most important things you need to know:
I write vore stories
I'm very trans
I'm even more asexual
I'm even more kinky
I'm very edible
I'm a very freaky, very subby robot girl who loves a LOT of things.
I specialize in endo. I absolutely love it, can't get enough of it; but I write digestion sometimes too when I'm in the mood. My mind takes me many places, kink-wise: sometimes light, sometimes dark. I will try and tag my posts accordingly as I learn more about how Tumblr works.
My DMs and asks are very open! And I can even roleplay, if I'm in the mood and I'm vibing with you in the right way.
I am NOT an artist! Any art you see here, I commissioned from other very talented people! (Update: I may be dabbling in some art...)
You can check out my writing on Eka's and AO3.
See below for a list of my interests:
This list may change at any time!
Key:
Pink (absolute favorites)
Green (very enjoyable when the mood strikes)
Orange (enjoyable on rare occasions)
Red (never.)
Oral Vore
endosoma
perma endo/bellypets
digestion (with reformation, without reformation)
F/F, M/F
human characters
anthro characters
food-filled stomachs
clean comfy stomachs
nice predators
mean predators
object vore
Burps
Feet
Blood/vampirism
Stuffing
Bondage
Pain/Masochism
Wireplay, dissassembly, experimenting, and other robot kinks
Need to relax inside a huge giant girl's bellybutton and take naps in there and maybe hang some fairy lights in there and also play some videogames in there you know what I mean
Important Notes: longterm endo, demi dragon pred, princess prey, oral vore, same size, dubious consent, sadistic predator
This is the first vore story I wrote and I still think it holds up. Posting it here because it's the first in a series, and I want to eventually post all of them!
I started writing because I wanted to see more of the things I liked. Simple as that!
“So you're saying that the princess is ... in your stomach?”
“Yes, bravo, does someone want a gold star?” Calypso sneered, one hand rubbing down the side of her stomach through her cardigan.
“What I want is an explanation—what exactly was this deal?”
Calypso had a thin smile on her lips. “The deal was simple: So long as the princess remains inside my stomach, I am forbidden from terrorizing her kingdom. She's guaranteed to be in there for ten years—after that, we'll see if another deal needs to be made or not.”
(You can read it on AO3 or Eka's. Story preview beyond:)
Marie hesitated slightly, her closed fist hovering over the door. Was this such a good idea? She wasn't particularly known for her extroversion—but moving into a new city all the way across the country meant breaking down walls and getting out of her comfort zone. She took a deep breath, brushed her brown hair out of her eyes, and…
Knock, knock.
Instantly she regretted it! But it was too late now. All she could do was hope no one was home.
“Coming!” A voice sounded behind the door. It was female sounding; low, dark, but friendly. With a loud creak, the tall wooden door swung open on its hinges and revealed the resident of the apartment.
The dragongirl next door.
The first thing Marie noticed was that she was huge! Easily two heads taller than she was. If she had to guess, she'd say seven feet. And, well, she was part dragon! Marie had no idea this apartment complex housed monsters, and honestly, she was unsure if that would have affected her decision to live here had she known earlier.
The dragongirl was dressed more urban than Marie expected. Denim jeans that hugged her... ample curves, and a cream-colored cardigan that hung over her... substantial stomach. She was a big woman in more than one respect, no doubt about that, with plump looking thighs and a more-than-modest bosom. It was clear she liked to eat, but Marie didn't want to consider whether humans like her were included in that diet. Her form was decidedly more human than dragon, with pale red skin and some darker scales scattered intermittently on her face and her arms. She had long, curvy horns jetting out from her head, horns as black as the hair flowing down to her waist. Marie could see two leathery wings folded behind the dragongirl's back—and to tie the whole look together, a long serpentine tail that curled up in the air.
The two women locked eyes, Marie having to crane her neck upwards uncomfortably. The dragongirl's yellow eyes squinted, her black pupils thin like a cat's, and she spoke.
“How may I help you?” Her voice was less welcoming now. It sounded annoyed—like the discovery of a human being the one knocking at the door instantly tanked her mood.
“Um…” Marie stammered, the words becoming stuck in her throat. “I just moved into the apartment right next door. Number 206? I'm, um, I'm your neighbor, so I figured I would introduce myself…”
The dragongirl huffed and rested her sharp-nailed hands on her hips.
“My... my name's Marie.”
The poor, small, fragile human cowered beneath the dragongirl, who squinted her eyes and leaned over, preparing to scream, or breathe fire, or swallow Marie whole, or all of the above—but instead she threw her head back and laughed.
“Ahahaha! Oh my goodness, you should have seen the look on your face!” The dragongirl bellowed, while leaning against the door frame and gesturing behind her.
“Well, I saw the look on your face. It was hilarious. Don't worry, don't worry—I'm not gonna hurt you. Come inside, I'll make some tea, we can have a nice neighborly chat.”
She turned around, taking a couple steps inside, before looking over her shoulder to glance at the white-faced Marie, whose feet were still glued to the ground. The dragon parted her lips and puffed out a small cloud of black smoke and embers, and her eyes gleamed mischievously. “Right, neighbor?~”
“... Right.” Marie gulped nervously and stepped into the apartment as well, right behind the dragongirl's swishing tail and swaying hips. What was she getting herself into...?
“Make yourself at home.” The dragon gestured towards the large red couch in the center of the apartment. It sat in front of an equally large flat screen TV, and was surrounded by what could only be described as an art gallery. The dragon clearly had money to spend, there were paintings hanging on the walls everywhere—from renaissance to abstractionist—sculptures hanging out in the corners, decorative vases resting on wall-mounted shelves... and that was only the living room. There were bookshelves stretching from floor to ceiling, packed with items ranging from cheesy modern romance novels to ancient tomes that looked like they would collapse into a pile of dust if Marie looked at them the wrong way. Her mouth was hung half open in awe—what sorts of knowledge could be found here?
But she shook her head and did as she was so gently commanded. She sat on the couch, her petite form sinking into the red cushion. Amazingly comfortable… and it probably cost a small fortune. She glanced over to see the dragongirl in the kitchen, separated by a half-wall and connected to the living room, and she was indeed heating up a kettle for what could only be the promised tea, which could only mean the “nice, neighborly chat” was soon to follow.
“Fun fact: I've got a deal with the landlord, I own the apartment right next to this one. The one to the left, so not yours. Obviously…”
The dragon grinned, holding mugs of hot tea in each hand as she waddled over to the couch, her prominent stomach jiggling slightly, and it bounced one final time as the dragon plopped herself into the couch right next to Marie. The human crossed her legs awkwardly, not able to match the sheer level of sociability that the dragongirl was displaying.
“And I paid to have a doorway installed between the two. Double the space!” She was still smiling as she handed Marie her mug, and the human accepted it wordlessly. She didn't want to bring up the fact that she wasn't even asked what kind of tea she wanted—but even if she disliked the flavor, she'd want to drink the whole thing to be polite.
“Oh! But look at me giving you my whole life story and I haven't even told you my name.” The dragon sounded sincere, and she took a small sip from her mug before she continued. “Well, my given name is impossible to pronounce with your human vocal cords—but my friends like to call me Calypso.”
Marie paused, holding her mug in between both hands. “Calypso?”
“That's what I said, yes.”
“Like from the Odyssey? Calypso, the nymph who imprisons the Greek hero Odysseus on her island for seven years?” Marie said nearly on instinct, but right after she was finished she shut her mouth—worried she was stepping over some kind of boundary.
But Calypso just laughed again, and Marie was close enough to see rows of sharp white teeth beyond the dragon's lips, and the blue flesh inside of her mouth. “You're a smart one! I'm not the Calypso, I'm not that old—” she chuckled at her own joke. “It's just a nickname between friends. But I'm really quite impressed.”
Marie heaved a sigh of relief. She hadn't angered her neighbor, at least not yet. “Yes, well... I am a student, over at The Queen's University.” She replied.
“That explains it. College town and all. But students usually have their own dorms, no? Why aren't you living there?” Calypso took a sip of her tea, eyeing down the human with her yellow eyes. Her tone was tiptoeing the line between “neighborly chat” and interrogation.
“This apartment complex is ... full of people much older than you. In fact, you're the only human here.” Calypso said.
Marie fidgeted in her seat, feeling like she had to go on the defensive. “I got a scholarship. Enough money to rent a room in a complex like this. Those student dorms, they're... less than ideal. Not something I wanted.”
Calypso stayed silent, letting the tension build in the air, letting Marie's heart beat faster... before she broke out into a toothy grin. “A scholarship? You are smart, huh? Heehee!~” She giggled, taking another sip of her tea before nudging the human next to her with her shoulder.
“Better drink up. It's gonna get cold, you know.”
“... Right.” Poor Marie kept getting tonal whiplash. Was this dragon her friend or not? She took a tentative sip of her tea, and she couldn't quite tell what flavor it was.
“It's not poison. It's just an herb from where I come from. The name—”
“Let me guess, my human vocal cords can't pronounce it?”
Calypso squinted her cat-like eyes again, and she grinned. “You're quick on your feet. I like you already, Marie. Much more interesting of a character than the girl who lived in your room before.”
“Wha—Huh? Who lived in my room before?”
“Never mind that. Maybe you'll find out when you're older.” Calypso grinned yet again, showing her teeth. She definitely planted that seed in Marie's mind and purposefully neglected to water it just to toy with her.
Marie frowned and took another sip. The flavor was interesting, but not horrible. But she wasn’t thinking about the tea; her mind was swarming with approximately thirty questions, more than half of them involving this mysterious dragongirl.
Some time passed before Calypso spoke again. “Well ... if you don't have any objections, I'd love to talk more about my favorite subject—that being me, of course.” Calypso set her now empty mug onto a nearby table.
“Um, no objections here. I mean, we're neighbors, right? We can get to know each other.” Marie offered up a shy smile.
“A lovely attitude!~ Let's see, where to begin?” Calypso rested a single finger against her lips, humming aloud. “Well... there are all these stereotypes about dragons, you know? We have to have a huge hoard of gold, we have to kidnap princesses... I'd say I was brave enough to go against the social norm, buuuut I just went ahead and fulfilled all those stereotypes anyway.”
For all the polls you’re doing, I’m a bit curious:
What would be your answers to each, if you had to pick?
That's a great question. Let's find out!
I think I really enjoy when a full stomach becomes a tangible object that the world interacts with. I like when people can notice the full stomach, comment on it, have opinions on it. "Oh wow, who'd you eat?" / "Who's in there this time?" / "When are you gonna let them out?" etc., etc.
I like size difference and macro/micro from time to time! I like it when prey are hidden, too. But the majority of the time, I love same size.
Such a tough question! Because technically, I love all three of these things. But statistically, I am the most likely to enjoy the second option: mischievous teasing predators. I am a little but more specific in my requirements to enjoy a doting predator, or a cruel predator. I can be picky sometimes!
I'm in the minority here! Maybe it's obvious, but I do love food inside the stomach. Sure, it can be gross, and sometimes I like that it's gross, but also sometimes it's... comfortable? Like, my mind just treats it as blankets and pillows I can snuggle and be submerged in. I'm weird!
Important notes: oral vore, willing, endo, reader is prey, implied romance, predator is your ambiguous girlfriend (use your imagination!)
I originally wrote this story for Vore Day 2024. It's just a super sappy, super idyllic self-insert fantasy for all my romantic prey out there.
You can read this story on Eka's, or on AO3. There's also a version of the story with a boyfriend pred, that one's on Eka's only as of now.
(Story preview beyond:)
“I have an idea.”
There's too much deviousness in your girlfriend’s voice for this to be a normal idea that a normal person would come up with. You have an instinct to hide, or avoid eye contact, but she can still see the blush in your cheeks. Besides, looking away would mean looking away from her gorgeous eyes. You ask what her idea is.
“You’re going to stay home and get some good rest while I go to work tomorrow. And I have an idea to bring the home with me to work.”
Your eyes widen and your breath quickens. Is she saying what you think she’s saying? She laughs at your blushing red cheeks again.
“Do I have to spell it out for you? Honey, this is perfect. I can swallow you and carry you with me to work. You can rest all day in my stomach and I won't have to worry about you being alone because you'll be right there with me!”
Your eyes lower to her midriff. Almost as if she can read your mind right now, she lifts up her shirt for you to get a good look. Even in the dark, your weary eyes can see your girlfriend’s stomach with perfect clarity—its soft, supple flesh that your head just sinks into like the most perfect pillow after a long day. Looking at it now, you couldn’t help but feel an immense longing to be inside. You can already imagine it…
“It's dark. It's quiet. Well… not that quiet. but you told me it's relaxing. It's nice and warm for you. And it's safe. I'll be right there, all around you.”
Curled up in such a warm, damp space, hearing your girlfriend’s heartbeat all around you, knowing she’d be there to take care of you at a moment’s notice throughout the day…
The walls of your girlfriend’s belly rumble happily, giving you as warm, as wet, and as slimy of a welcome as they can muster. Your head dunks into a shallow pool of saliva and then is pushed further, your back sliding against the rounded floor of the stomach and making room for your feet, which slide through the sphincter with a pop. The space is undoubtedly tight—but it’s comforting. You curl up with your knees tucked into your chest and breathe in deeply, letting the stomach’s air fill your lungs. The feeling brings you peace like nothing else can.
You feel pressure on your body. The stomach never ceases to move, always undulating and squirming with the fervor of an organ just trying to perform its duty. The ridges and wrinkles press against your body, squeezing and then pulling away. You feel something else, too—what feels like hands rubbing up and down your vulnerable form.
“Haaahhh…”
Your girlfriend lets out a sigh of relief. You can’t see it, but she’s looking down at you with such adoration. She has always loved the way you fill out her stomach like this, and for a second she just can’t pull her gaze away from the outline of her devoured partner.
“How… how do you feel?”
Her voice is muffled behind layers of fat and flesh, but you can understand just fine. You speak louder so she can hear you. You tell her you feel amazing—and that she was right. This is the perfect place for your sick body to recuperate. It’s a bit loud, at first, but you know that it always fades into the background eventually.
If you live in a stomach how do you charge your phone
So this is a question I'm always happy to answer. So, the persona/form I always like to present myself as is a robot girl, her name is Dulce. And in place of a bellybutton, she has a cute little USB port. She can plug cables into there and charge all her devices with her own internal power.
But then, how does Dulce herself get power! Is she an infinite source of energy?! Well... she's kind of like a car. She needs fuel, and electricity. She gets fuel by eating human food, and her stomach tanks convert it into bio-fuel. That's usually enough to get her by! But her body is actually designed to take advantage of the kinetic energy of a stomach rubbing and squeezing and tugging all over her... she can convert the movement of stomach walls into usable power... (don't ask me how it works scientifically)
The results are in. Again, the results prove to be a little inconclusive, since size difference can mean a lot of different things! Anything from only slightly bigger to full macro mode... regardless, it is interesting!
Now, I'm not sure this was a perfect poll, because I think options 1 and 3 were way too specific compared to how general option 2 was. I created option 2 to act as a sort of middle ground, but I think it absorbed too many different possible pred types.
Imagine one of your friends hanging out inside your stomach. Alternatively you can imagine yourself hanging out in one of your friends' stomach. You can actually imagine this anytime, for free!
if I may say, you're so cute you make me wish I had a little robotgirl who hung out in my stomach.. like a doll friend I could carry around all the time! the absolute dream!
You absolutely may!! Having a robotgirl inside your stomach to hang out and carry around is pretty freaking awesome, if you ask me!! Though I may be biased!! So, I'd hang out in your tummy anytime, is what I'm saying 💜🤍
when I first discovered your blog I was a bit grossed out at the concepts I saw but after reading of your ao3 writing I’m genuinely intrigued at some stuff that can be done with long term vore, still a bit grossed out at the chewed food bits that just seems a bit too unsanitary for me but nonetheless still impressed at how you write the stuff
Hey, thanks so much! I appreciate your kind words, even if you had to step outside your comfort zone.
You're right, chewed up food is pretty gross. I actually like it because it's gross, and for that reason I understand it's not for everyone. I actually think I want to write more stuff with explicitly clean bellies!
