This comes with a heavy heart, as the Tumblr side of the Vore community is honestly the most chill side of this community I have been in. The other sides are ... awful, based off my experiences.
I have known good mutuals and very kind people. But I can't keep doing this anymore; it's frankly too fucking exhausting.
. . . . .
Most of the mutuals I used to talk to frequently have either jumped ship by now, or deleted their online presences entirely.
I've alluded to this before, but I just feel so ... lonely on this account.
The tags I primarily used have been heavily censored; it's difficult for others to find my writing & art unless i go in and re-tag everything.
I ... realized early on I don't want to do that. After all, what's the point in reaching specific goals when the goalposts for them keep becoming more & more unreachable?
With both these reasons combined, and because of other private reasons, these blogs just ... aren't fun for me anymore.
It's not fun to keep fighting an uphill battle.
It's not fun to watch my mutuals and blogs I enjoy drop like flies.
It's not fun to barely interact with the community I'm trying to stay in.
I'm ... done with it all. I don't want to keep doing this anymore.
. . . . .
It's becoming increasingly apparent to me that most of the internet is no longer a safe space for kink communities and kink art. Not like it was when I made this original blog 5 years ago.
Vore will always be a part of my identity. But for now at least, I don't feel safe posting that part of me online anymore.
The internet has become increasingly pro-censorship. I figure I ought to archive everything before Tumblr eventually, and probably inevitably, gets its hands on my blogs.
If anyone still wants to keep in touch with me, I will DM you, and PLEASE DO NOT publicly post this information, my SFW blog handle and my Discord handle.
. . . . . .
With that being said, I thank you all for the fun times.
Wishing everyone the best.
Thinking about a pred getting gifted a fattened up prey tied up in bows for Christmas. Maybe it’s their partner or maybe it’s someone their partner got to agree to being food for the holidays but they’re sitting there by the tree, wrapped like a present in shiny red rope with bows.
Slowly they lavish their pretty gift in attention, getting a good taste of them before gulping them down for a heavy breakfast that they spend the day digesting after getting cozy <3
💭 Monster Hunter who vores their prey, however large or awkwardly built, they all digest in the end~
... Thank you so much for this ask ... TvT <3
CONTAINS:
Unwilling Prey, Willing Pred, Fatal Vore
+ + FAIRIES + +
Fairies can be as sweet as they are spicy, literally and figuratively.
They're absolutely critical to the ecosystem, because they pollinate the flowers grazing animals eat. But when their population- and mischief- becomes too highly concentrated in a home to manage, that's when my clients contact me.
Depending on how severe the infestation is, I'll need to prepare accordingly. But regardless of exactly how many fairies there are in a building, it's always the same result for me: lying at home, watching TV while my feisty belly takes care of my job for me.
Fairies aren't the most filling jobs, or the most financially rewarding, but they make for sweet snacks.
+ + HARPIES + +
Harpies are surprisingly easy to manage- and gulp down.
Curious- and very friendly- in nature, wild Harpies make quick friends with the humans who interact with them.
But when their antics continually disrupt a household, or a business, I'm the one who gets contacted.
Once I manage to cram those feathers down my throat, they don't put up much of a fight. Among the larger monsters, they take a shorter time to digest, so I usually savor the weight of them in my belly for as long as I can.
Harpies are delightful treats, filling and savory.
+ + CENTAURS + +
Centaurs are quite the difficult delicacy, but oh so worth it.
Majestic at a distance- yet dangerous up close- wild Centaurs like to graze in vast fields and valleys. They nurture the land they take from, but when the occasional loner breaches civilization and wreaks havoc, they call me.
It's always a pleasant day when I get contacted to deal with a Centaur. They're absolutely delectable, and they keep me nice and fed for days. After these jobs are done with I like to curl up in bed and relax, feeling the creature's powerful squirms massage my insides.
Centaurs have been some of my favorite jobs; they fulfill me in more ways than one.
+ + DRAGONS + +
Dragons are as difficult to manage as you'd expect.
They're highly respected and revered for a reason; not only do they manage overpopulation of grazing creatures, but most are benevolent creatures who guide wayward humans. Still, some prefer to sow chaos and destruction, so very rarely I get contacted for them.
Being such impressive- and gargantuan- creatures, Dragon jobs keep me fed for a long while. Their wriggling mass keeps my stomach pinned to the ground, leaving a dent in the surrounding area as it slowly works to churn away its feast.
Dragons are dream jobs, they keep my account and my belly quite happy.
I watch my future dinner give me a small, sheepish nod, brushing aside some loose strands of hair. Yet her worried expression tells me a different story.
"... You don't look ready. Is something wrong?"
Her body language closes itself off to me, her eyes darting away from my face. She looks... nervous. No, afraid.
My brow furrows slightly, mostly out of concern, admittedly a little bit out of annoyance. Most prey I've had were rather shy about the whole being swallowed whole thing, but never scared.
My voice comes out more impatient than I'd wanted.
"You know you're going to come back, right?"
She hesitantly nods. I sigh.
"Listen... If you think I'm going to be one of these preds who treats you like nothing but meat, then that's not me. At all. So relax, this will be fun, for both of us. I promise."
I watch her frown shift into a reassured smile, a bit of relief washing over me.
"Now, c'mon. Let me gobble you up..."
. . . . . . . . . .
She leans forward on the couch, getting herself ready. I lift up and tuck my shirt just enough to reveal my soft, doughy belly. As if on cue, it quakes, letting out a long, starved groan.
"You hear that? She's practically calling your name..."
A smirk spreads across my face as I watch her cheeks flush, her hands bashfully trying- and failing- to hide the excitement in her face.
A pang of hunger gnaws away at my stomach, a longing growl resounding from within. I pat a hand against it a few times, the surface jiggling with each pat.
My words come out gentle, as if my stomach could understand.
"Alright, alright, I hear you."
I look back at my dinner. She can't take her gaze off my stomach.
"You ready to get gulped down now?"
She nods, this time eagerly. It earns a grin out of me.
"Excellent... Now, I'm going to open my mouth real wide, so slip your hands in. Once your upper arms are down, it'll be a smooth descent from there."
I finally open my mouth, just wide enough for her to admire it. Each strand of saliva falls from its roof and pools around the base of my tongue, which swishes gently from side to side.
Soon, a wonderful burst of flavor makes its way to my tastebuds. I close my eyes, moaning softly as I allow my instincts to take over.
My tongue slides over her savory hands and wrists as they ease themselves deeper in, soon feeling her fingertips brush against the back of my warmly cavernous mouth.
I waste no time taking my first gulp, sighing in bliss as I feel the delicious weight sinking down my throat and settling in my belly.
I take another gulp, my mouth stretching as I feel her arms, then head, get tugged down my bulging neck and curl up in my depths.
My swallows become increasingly needy and ravenous the closer I get to her own pudgy waist, my senses drowning in hunger.
It had been a full year since I'd gotten to indulge in a feast like this; my body aches from its own greed.
Satisfaction finally begins to wash over me when I feel the pleasurably heavy weight of her waist, then upper legs, slip down into my belly, the organ already rumbling thankfully.
My final gulps are slow, appreciative, grateful for the feast I'd been given. I tilt my head up, sealing my lips behind the last of her, savoring the sensation of her feet sinking, greeting the rest of her.
Finally, my dinner is in its place.
"Ahh... There we go, all settled in..."
I hear the generous woman who became my meal letting out a few muffled giggles and moans. Seems she's also enjoying herself. My hands glide up and down the surface of my tight, warm stomach, pressing gently into the skin surrounding her.
A deep, grateful groan resounded from within, earning a few eager, delightfully satisfying wriggles from my dinner. Though her movements are restricted, every little wiggle sent ripples of pleasure throughout my body.
"Now we can both just, relax, and let my belly take care of the rest."
My hand can't help but rub circles across my taut middle, even as I recline into the couch, my eyes slowly fluttering to a close.
I'm going to sleep good tonight.
. . . . . . . . . .
Soft beams of sunlight shone over my eyes, stirring me awake.
Immediately glancing down at my stomach, I smile at the progress it's made. My belly is more or less half the size it was before: still massive yet more manageable. it felt wonderfully soft and plush to the touch, I couldn't help but give it some deep rubs and kneads.
After stretching my back, I lie back and run my hands along the length of my warm stomach.
"Mm, Good morning... Seems like my belly took good care of you."
It lets out a pleased groan, almost in response. Though the generous woman isn't entirely physically there, I feel immense waves of pleasure emanating from my middle.
Of course, I'll eventually reform her, but I suppose it wouldn't hurt to keep her for a bit longer. Especially when she feels so content.
My sleepy smile becomes soft and warm. I give my belly a few firm pats, the impact sending ripples across my soft skin.
"Alright, alright... I guess I can keep you here for a couple days."
Immediately after speaking, a feeling of gratitude washes over me.
I get the feeling these next couple of days are going to be lovely~
MASSIVE WARNINGS FOR:
Grooming, Sexual Abuse, Sexual Coercion
Proceed at your own caution.
Since more & more people are starting to address how... fucking horrible, the overall vore community can be, I'm deciding to share my negative experiences with it.
This is all mostly in the past, but I'm just now beginning to heal.
My Experiences under the Cut:
. . . . .
This started around the late 2010s, and ended in the mid 2020s. I'd consciously known I was into vore since I was in middle school, but I'd never actually interacted with the community.
... That is, until I turned 18.
A few days after my 18th birthday, I joined a private server. Despite my better judgment, I'm choosing to keep the name of this server anonymous, because I'm honestly afraid.
This server was where I met some of my closest, lifelong friends. But it was also where I was abused to the point where my boyfriend decided to teach me, and help me practice, basic consent.
. . . . .
The first time I joined this server, I was greeted by a, at the time, 21 year old who went by Robin. I'm not sure how bad that sounds on the surface, but the worst damage was done through his actions.
Robin was a ... known sex addict. For me, a groomer. But instead of doing what reasonable people do, like going to therapy, he decided to sext me, at the time a teenager. And dear god, it was constant.
I couldn't pay attention in my classes without trying to appease him.
I couldn't be with my dad without him crying for my attention.
I couldn't have a single moment of peace without him whining about how aroused he was, and how he needed me to get him off.
At the time I liked to think of him as a sort of online 'boyfriend,' because it made things seem better than they were. Even if he said shit like "Thank goodness you're legal," when I told him I was 18.
... Yes, he was talking extremely sexually with me, even when he didn't know my goddamn age for some time.
This lasted for months. Eventually, he cut all contact with me and deleted the Skype chat logs, probably because he realized what a piece of shit he was being.
But that experience unfortunately primed me for what was to come.
. . . . .
Throughout my time on that server, I met and had RPs with several people. Currently, I'm only friends with three of those people. Unfortunately for me, I became moderately popular there because of my writing skills. And people very frequently sought me out for their own gratification.
As I mentioned earlier, my experiences with Robin primed me for the kind of interactions I would receive. By this, I mean:
People actively pressuring me into RP, even after I said "no"
People disrespecting my preferences and boundaries
People constantly trying to get my attention, much like Robin
This went on for years ... I struggled with my friendships, struggled with my hobbies, struggled with college, even, because of it. Yet ... I felt I had to keep providing this gratification. Had to keep interacting. Had to force myself to RP, to ""enjoy"" it.
And after a while, I became codependent on the members of this server. Because I thought nobody else would care for me ...
Later on, after I started dating one of the admins (we broke up because of relationship drama, but that's not important compared to everything else) of this server, I learned the other admins and owner let her stay even though they KNEW she was UNDERAGE.
I decided to explore other vore-themed servers. Most were only marginally better. A few years ago I left that original server, but by then the damage had already been done.
. . . . .
Since then I have, thankfully, been going to therapy.
I have a boyfriend who I love deeply, and am grateful for every day.
I have a good support system of close friends.
Only now do I feel comfortable sharing my old characters with people. The same characters that were avatars for my abuse.
I am healing. But part of that healing is also me coming forward about my experiences with the vore community.
Which brings me to this point:
It is deeply fucking concerning to me there are ""SFW"" Vore spaces with MINORS interacting with vore blogs.
MINORS, YOU SHOULD NOT BE IN VORE SPACES.
BAD ACTORS CAN, AND WILL, ABUSE YOU.
And even if you are an adult, please ... EXERCISE CAUTION when interacting with this community. There can, and will, be people who will take advantage of you if you are not careful.
I watch my future dinner give me a small, sheepish nod, brushing aside some loose strands of hair. Yet her worried expression tells me a different story.
"... You don't look ready. Is something wrong?"
Her body language closes itself off to me, her eyes darting away from my face. She looks... nervous. No, afraid.
My brow furrows slightly, mostly out of concern, admittedly a little bit out of annoyance. Most prey I've had were rather shy about the whole being swallowed whole thing, but never scared.
My voice comes out more impatient than I'd wanted.
"You know you're going to come back, right?"
She hesitantly nods. I sigh.
"Listen... If you think I'm going to be one of these preds who treats you like nothing but meat, then that's not me. At all. So relax, this will be fun, for both of us. I promise."
I watch her frown shift into a reassured smile, a bit of relief washing over me.
"Now, c'mon. Let me gobble you up..."
. . . . . . . . . .
She leans forward on the couch, getting herself ready. I lift up and tuck my shirt just enough to reveal my soft, doughy belly. As if on cue, it quakes, letting out a long, starved groan.
"You hear that? She's practically calling your name..."
A smirk spreads across my face as I watch her cheeks flush, her hands bashfully trying- and failing- to hide the excitement in her face.
A pang of hunger gnaws away at my stomach, a longing growl resounding from within. I pat a hand against it a few times, the surface jiggling with each pat.
My words come out gentle, as if my stomach could understand.
"Alright, alright, I hear you."
I look back at my dinner. She can't take her gaze off my stomach.
"You ready to get gulped down now?"
She nods, this time eagerly. It earns a grin out of me.
"Excellent... Now, I'm going to open my mouth real wide, so slip your hands in. Once your upper arms are down, it'll be a smooth descent from there."
I finally open my mouth, just wide enough for her to admire it. Each strand of saliva falls from its roof and pools around the base of my tongue, which swishes gently from side to side.
Soon, a wonderful burst of flavor makes its way to my tastebuds. I close my eyes, moaning softly as I allow my instincts to take over.
My tongue slides over her savory hands and wrists as they ease themselves deeper in, soon feeling her fingertips brush against the back of my warmly cavernous mouth.
I waste no time taking my first gulp, sighing in bliss as I feel the delicious weight sinking down my throat and settling in my belly.
I take another gulp, my mouth stretching as I feel her arms, then head, get tugged down my bulging neck and curl up in my depths.
My swallows become increasingly needy and ravenous the closer I get to her own pudgy waist, my senses drowning in hunger.
It had been a full year since I'd gotten to indulge in a feast like this; my body aches from its own greed.
Satisfaction finally begins to wash over me when I feel the pleasurably heavy weight of her waist, then upper legs, slip down into my belly, the organ already rumbling thankfully.
My final gulps are slow, appreciative, grateful for the feast I'd been given. I tilt my head up, sealing my lips behind the last of her, savoring the sensation of her feet sinking, greeting the rest of her.
Finally, my dinner is in its place.
"Ahh... There we go, all settled in..."
I hear the generous woman who became my meal letting out a few muffled giggles and moans. Seems she's also enjoying herself. My hands glide up and down the surface of my tight, warm stomach, pressing gently into the skin surrounding her.
A deep, grateful groan resounded from within, earning a few eager, delightfully satisfying wriggles from my dinner. Though her movements are restricted, every little wiggle sent ripples of pleasure throughout my body.
"Now we can both just, relax, and let my belly take care of the rest."
My hand can't help but rub circles across my taut middle, even as I recline into the couch, my eyes slowly fluttering to a close.
I'm going to sleep good tonight.
. . . . . . . . . .
Soft beams of sunlight shone over my eyes, stirring me awake.
Immediately glancing down at my stomach, I smile at the progress it's made. My belly is more or less half the size it was before: still massive yet more manageable. it felt wonderfully soft and plush to the touch, I couldn't help but give it some deep rubs and kneads.
After stretching my back, I lie back and run my hands along the length of my warm stomach.
"Mm, Good morning... Seems like my belly took good care of you."
It lets out a pleased groan, almost in response. Though the generous woman isn't entirely physically there, I feel immense waves of pleasure emanating from my middle.
Of course, I'll eventually reform her, but I suppose it wouldn't hurt to keep her for a bit longer. Especially when she feels so content.
My sleepy smile becomes soft and warm. I give my belly a few firm pats, the impact sending ripples across my soft skin.
"Alright, alright... I guess I can keep you here for a couple days."
Immediately after speaking, a feeling of gratitude washes over me.
I get the feeling these next couple of days are going to be lovely~
love reformation sm, like yes all the gurgles and glorps and the stomach squishing you all over and you feel them rubbing gently from the outside to help the process along, the last sweet thoughs when you’re just soup inside that you’re helping them enjoy the sensation of a full belly with yhe heaviness of you slowly moving to their lower belly, and then you can do it ahain later? thinking about the pleasant fullness they get to have in the meantime. knowing you’re making them feel good and you’re becoming part of them in the process? you write this stuff so good tysm for your service
Reformation vore my beloved...
It just makes me so happy to know the pred has that warm, content feeling that comes from a good meal; that theyre able to sit back and feel that warmth spread throughout their body as their stomach grows soft. Even as I lose myself to the pressure of their stomach and the acids it massages into my skin, I get to know that the comfort they feel is all because of me.
Even after I lose consciousness, the pred can carry me around. They're fed, watching their stomach shrink. They get to enjoy every second of my digestion, they get to put their hands on their belly, the belly I gave them, and feel what's left of me jostle around. They get to know that this was their doing, their body that claimed me and turned me into their nutrients.
I love full size especially because then it becomes a whole drawn out process, where the pred is fed for days off of me and gets to enjoy their belly at different sizes as the slurry in their stomach is processed and travels through them.
And when they finally do finish digesting me and I reform, theyre so grateful and satisfied. I can see the healthy glow on their face and know that I contributed to that.
Neither of us can wait to do the whole thing over again 🥰
Honestly I really hate seeing my longtime mutuals slowly disappear off this side of Tumblr. Watching people I used to talk to, frequently, deactivating their accounts or not being active in several years.
Despite me being 75% certain I'm not the reason, a nagging part of me still rushes to blame myself:
"Maybe it's because of my past behavior,"
"Maybe it's because of my inactivity,"
"Blah, blah, blah..."
I promise this isn't about anyone specific, this is just in general.
Ugh. Sorry. I needed to get this off my chest.
How Interested are You in Hearing about My Old OCs?
I Want to Know Everything about Them!!!
I Am Completely Indifferent.
I Don't Want to Hear about Them. Sorry.
Voting ended onSep 14, 2025
[The OCs in question predate even my old Star///Bound OCs... heh...]
Was talking with my boyfriend and a good friend about my three main OCs I made 6+ years ago for an old RP server, then I got the idea to repurpose and update them for this blog.
What do you guys think? Feel free to leave your thoughts in this post as well :>
I'll get to introducing these characters after a while.
I just want to finish the 5 Year Anniversary post before that, because I'm very late... oof LOL
How Interested are You in Hearing about My Old OCs?
I Want to Know Everything about Them!!!
I Am Completely Indifferent.
I Don't Want to Hear about Them. Sorry.
Voting ended onSep 14, 2025
[The OCs in question predate even my old Star///Bound OCs... heh...]
Was talking with my boyfriend and a good friend about my three main OCs I made 6+ years ago for an old RP server, then I got the idea to repurpose and update them for this blog.
What do you guys think? Feel free to leave your thoughts in this post as well :>
How Interested are You in Hearing about My Old OCs?
I Want to Know Everything about Them!!!
I Am Completely Indifferent.
I Don't Want to Hear about Them. Sorry.
Voting ended onSep 14, 2025
[The OCs in question predate even my old Star///Bound OCs... heh...]
Was talking with my boyfriend and a good friend about my three main OCs I made 6+ years ago for an old RP server, then I got the idea to repurpose and update them for this blog.
What do you guys think? Feel free to leave your thoughts in this post as well :>
It would be lovely to feel the mermaid's damp body practically lubricate their descent; it would be so easy to gulp one down...
To taste their salty skin.
To feel those bumpy scales gliding against my tongue.
And finally, to relish in the feeling of my lips sealing behind the last of their tail.
Then I'd get to relax, hopefully on a cozy spot along the beach, and bask in the feeling of my guts slowly processing all that deliciousness~
I already love seafood, so it wouldn't be too far of a leap.
This has been on my mind for a while now, but I really want to bring back & revitalize the old Bellybound stuff.
(for anyone who's not familiar: Bellybound is going to be my way of referring to my St//ar//bou//nd vorish universe)
I have new characters, and new art ideas.
I'd love to bring them to life ❤️
