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:
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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.
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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.
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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..."
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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~
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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 :>
Their body is captivating. Their curves are so elegant. The way their hips dip, the way their shoulders are held, their cute little stomach...
They want their pred so. Much. They desire them, lust after them, even. They want to be with them. Be part of them. Be inside them. Frankly, their own desire is... strange. Confusing. It scares them, because the prey doesn't entirely know what they want from the pred - a relationship? Or just something... Physical? Or... are their desires even darker?
Unfortunately, due to circumstance, the prey's desires are unfulfilled. Either the pred doesn't notice it, or the pred cares about the prey too much and doesn't eat them, or maybe the prey is just too shy to tell the pred. Regardless of the reason, the prey continues to desire and fantasize about the pred. They're okay with this; they'll keep their desires hidden, in the dark. Nobody can know about this dark, twisted desire of theirs.
Been in a mood I’ve never really been in before: wanting to be semi-willing prey.
Wriggling fruitlessly while they effortlessly slurp me down. Squirming and whining in a pred’s bubbling gut while they coo about how delicious and filling I was. My body slowly digesting into mush, until all that remains of me is some extra weight padding their waist.
Bonus points if they’re an S/O. Extra bonus points if I get reformed and eaten multiple times.
prey who begs their sweet but reluctant pred to give in to their instincts, to gobble them up, to churn them up and melt them and reduce them to nothing but new weight hanging off their thighs~
Nothing to worry about! I imagined the blog being a bit of a side/mood thing still hope to see some stuff on it from time to time, really enjoy your stuff as both prey and pred!
Oh thank you!
Also, I'm sorry.. This was in my drafts for a while for some reason.
Imagine, for a second, that everything is terrifying. Functioning is hard. Everything seems like an impossible mountain to climb over. Everything around you feels like it's collapsing around you, and you can't do anything but stand there, panicking, frozen with fear.
Sometimes, that's how I feel. There is some truth to be found in this prompt today; anxiety, whether you've been medically diagnosed with it or not, hurts.
And thus, it's so easy to imagine it all just... Disappearing. Someone you love comes along and swallows it all up and makes it go away... Most of the time metaphorically, but today, I want you to imagine that it's real.
Imagine your favorite pred. It could be anyone, really, but for this prompt, preferably someone kind and gentle. Someone that pulls you close in a warm embrace, whispering soothing words in your ear. Someone that's gentle as they take you into their mouth and make the first swallow. Their whole body feels like it's cradling you. It's warm, and it's soft, and it's safe.
The inside of the stomach is kind of like being wrapped up in a weighted blanket. The muscles around you hold you steady and gently. They're warm and squishy, making it easy to get comfortable. All around you, soft breathing can be heard, and a gentle, steady heartbeat drums steadily above you.
All anxiety, all fear, melts away. It's easy to get lost in the moment, and really, who can blame you? You've been keeping your anxiety inside for so long... Just take a deep breath and enjoy this moment with your pred. Everything will be okay.
Haha wouldn’t it be crazy if some cute guy just, swallowed someone whole? If he put his hands to his satisfied belly and sighed happily as they churn into nothing but soup for his hungry body to absorb?? If later he smiles every time he looks down at and plays with his now soft, pudgy middle??? Just bonkers, couldn’t be me wanting that this very second as I freeze in my room hahaha 😝🤪
Since this is a sideblog, I had to reply to this via a post.
I love getting eaten and churned by the kind of preds who’ll tease me and tell me how hungry they are for me. The kind of preds who’ll tell me how delicious I was, how filling I was, how good I felt sliding down their throat..
It makes me want to be food so badly...
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