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Unfriendly reminder that I do not give a flying fuck if you think vore is sexual or not or if it’s a kink for you or not, if you are under 18 I do NOT want you following nor interacting with my posts, and I will block you.
I’m very confused how tumblr works, I’m reblogging stuff on my SFW fandom alt and it’s showing up on this page I think?? How do I stop that from happening? I wanna keep likes / follows / reboots on both accounts seperate but google isn’t telling me anything. I’m using tumblrs mobile app
A pred who still views their observer as prey.
Enjoying the concept of their food rubbing their belly from the outside. As well as their other, recently eaten food, already inside the gut, rubbing their belly from the inside- intentional or no
Getting their food to help their stomach digest other food. ..
The fact that their food is able to comprehend that it is just that; a meal. And that it can watch the pred digest one of it's own. The pred letting their food know exactly how it would be, how they would fit in the stomach. How they would distend the belly. How food looks struggling against its stomach and how useless that effort is: the belly is completely prepared to deal with a meal that wriggles.
They are learning that even though the predators stomach is just flesh and muscle, it is flesh and muscle designed to capture and process prey like them. Even though, the belly skin is very similar to theirs. It can trap an entire living prey under it qjitr easily
And the pred is fascinated that the food is willing to touch it's predators stomach at all. Surely that is the most dangerous thing it could do. Touching the entity that naturally seeks to end you. And what, just because it's preoccupied with a different victim?
please draw an antro black swallower fish for us with his round tummy
[ID: a drawing of an anthro black swallower fish happily holding his very distended, gurgling belly, shirt ridden up and pants unbuttoned.]
Packed Belly
Power was able to catch himself a decent size meal :D
Unfortunately for the prey, it's a little tight in there.
18+ vore blog- Minors, ageless blogs DNI
I cannot emphasize enough that minors should not be publicly engaging with vore. It is not safe for them and it is uncomfortable for the adults who are into it for minors to be in this space. I get that a lot of vore isn’t sexual, but it is still inherently NSFW
Minors should not be in adult spaces. That is for everyone’s safety. Vore is an adult space
The Accident
Cw: unwilling prey, semi unwilling pred, digestion implied
At first, it's funny, just a silly accident.
You hadn't meant to swallow them—really, it was just a stupid accident. One second they were... well it doesnt matter
and the next… well. Reflexes took over.
Now they’re curled up inside you, shifting awkwardly, a littler grossed out, pressing at the walls of your stomach with hesitant hands.
"Wow," they laugh, a little breathless. "This is weird. But, uh, let's figure out how to—"
Then it happens. A ripple, deep in your core. A slow, deliberate knead of muscle, drawing tight around the warm body inside you. The first trickle of heat. the unmistakable prickle of acid leaking out as your stomach prepared to digest. Your breath hitches.
Oh. That feels—
"Shit," you exhale, clutching your middle as your gut tightens again, this time with more purpose. A thick, rolling churn stirs in your belly, massaging the weight inside you.
Your stomach has realised something: there’s prey in it. And it’s considering its options.
There is one most favourable option.
"Uh, hey." Their voice is still light, but there’s an edge to it now. "I felt that. That was—is that digestion?"
You don't answer. You’re too caught up in the sensation. Warmth unfurls in you, something deep and curious and good.
Your gut clutches down, squeezing, squeezing, coaxing the meal inside into something softer, more compliant, something absorbable. You can feel the delicate details of their body against your stomach lining, how the heat and slick pressure intends on shaping them. Deleting the details. Breaking them down into something simplier.
It sends a shiver down your spine. Your hands drift to your belly, pressing, rubbing slow circles against the rounded swell.
The more you knead, the more intricate sensations you discover.
"Dude." There’s real unease in their voice now. A frantic shove from inside you.
"Snap out of it. This is funny and all, but get me out before—"
Your stomach cuts them off, rippling with a hungry, greedy glorp. It clenches down hard, pressing them tighter into its sticky embrace.
You barely stifle a moan at the feeling. Your breath is shaky.
"God, this is—this is really weird, but it feels—"
"Don't say it feels good."
Your hands push deeper into your belly, fingertips kneading, chasing the sensation of their squirming body as your gut gurgles over them.
Each movement makes it better—your stomach is reacting to their struggles, squeezing tighter, rewarding you with a fresh flood of heat.
They’re wriggling more, pushing at your stomach walls, but every motion just stirs up more of that sticky pleasure.
"Okay, no, you have to fight this!" They sound breathless now, the pressure growing heavier on them. "You don’t want to digest me, right?"
You shouldn't. But the weight of them inside you—their body squishing and shifting under your stomach's steady kneading—has you shuddering.
You can't help it; you sink lower, pressing your middle into the bed, letting the pressure sink them deeper into the hot, clenching hold of your gut.
"Ohh…"
The sound slips out before you can stop it. A shaky, drawn-out exhale.
"…Hey," their voice is smaller now, and you can hear the realization creeping into it. "Hey, no, you have to stop this, okay? You can fight it. Just stop—stop kneading your stomach, stop pressing down on me, please—"
Your stomach gurgles in reply, tight and content. You know, with an awful, sinking certainty, that you should be resisting. That you should be fighting against this feeling. This isnt something you can stop. Youve never felt this way before, and its too much for you to handle.
Your breath is coming in shallow, shaky gasps now, your entire body trembling with the sensation blooming deep in your gut. Each clench, each slow ripple of muscle working over the prey inside you, sends another wave of pleasure up your spine, warm and drugging. You have to try, you have to do something, or at least you have to buy some time, to clear your head, before its too late.
But every time you feel your prey - your friend, wriggle inside of you, each flutter against your skin, against your tender insides, it makes it harder to focus on your values.
"D-don't struggle," you whisper, voice thin and wrecked. Your hands tighten over the taut curve of your stomach, rubbing, kneading. "It—it feels too good. You’re just—hah—stimulating me more."
A choked sound from inside you. "Are you kidding me?!"
They kick. Hard.
And it’s ruinous.
The jolt of movement sends your stomach into a frenzy, rippling around them, clutching down with greedy, squeezing pressure. The heat inside you surges, thickening, your gut working faster, kneading them deeper into its clinging folds. Your body reacts, your instincts set off like a tripwire.
You bite back a moan, barely stifling the shaky pleasure that bubbles up in your throat.
"Oh, fuck—" They panic. You can feel it. Their instincts take over, and suddenly they’re thrashing, pressing, pushing against your stomach walls with all their strength.
Your brain flickers a brief realisation of the irony. Yours and your preys instincts acting in perfect discord.
And the overstimulation is delicious. A shudder wracks your frame as you press both hands to your gut, desperate to keep up with the overwhelming sensation.
Your fingers sink into your belly, rubbing deep, coaxing, encouraging—
"Ohhh, that’s—" You bite your lip, barely keeping yourself together. "You're making it worse, you’re just making it—hahh—faster…"
Your stomach glorps, rolling tight waves of muscle over the struggling meal inside. It’s learning about them, molding to them, working them down into something soft and pliant.
And eventually, something liquid, to be pumped further into your digestive tract. Something you deeply look forward to.
"STOP RUBBING YOUR STOMACH!"
You can’t.
Your hips shift as you curl around your gut, pressing down, needing more.
"I—I can’t help it," you gasp, barely able to speak through the sheer, heady sensation.
"I—I'm sorry, I just—it feels so… so good…"
They don't stop squirming, never giving you even a second to try and recover.
Their overwhelming fear, and your overwhelming pleasure means neither of you can stop Your instincts are louder than logic. And unfortunately, your stomach is the only one who knows exactly what to do in this situation.
Your hands circle in quick, desperate motions over your gut, trying to help it digest your friend.
despite yourself—despite your friendship, and the consequences you can barely make out through the fog of euphoria--despite everything—you murmur a quiet, breathless, "I'm sorry."
Then you press your belly deeper, harder into the mattress, and groan as digestion really begins.
Yesterday's (Day 22) Kinktober piece, Clothing Entrapment!
Sometimes the escaped specimen contains YOU.
SQUAMSH
God I love a HUGE MAN
"settle in twerp"
I’ve always really liked the idea of squishing into the small intestine while still being somewhat in the stomach. Microvili would probably feel super cool <3
Hi, SFW blog here. We'd prefer if NSFW blogs didn't use the extreme cuddling tag, because it was created to keep the two communities separate. Thanks
Hi!
Fun fact 1, theres no such thing as a SFW v0re. I'm sorry, there just isn't.
Fun fact 2. You can block me. I really don't care.
You wouldn't show your blog to someone at work, or in your family, because it's inherently part of the kink space.
Now, you can look at v0re and like it nonsexually personally, I have friends that like it on a nsx level and I respect that, but you can't argue with me that you'd show your blog to someone in your workspace or at home. Because it's in a community that was meant to be weird and odd to outsiders, and people ARE going to see it as sexual, whether you like it or not.
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It worries me in the tumblr space v0re community that theres so many children running these kinds of blogs, genuinely, it's not normal.
I can say this as someone who was part of the v0reblr space when I was 14 years old. Birbshame was my biggest accomplishment in getting an audience, and that's honestly fucking sad. I was groomed by 3 seperate adults in the community. That is genuinely why seeing children make these blogs for the public makes me kinda wanna cry for them. They don't know what they're getting themselves into, and that's not me trying to baby them, this is me being worried for their safety because you genuinely never know what could happen, and I don't want kids ending up the same way I did while vulnerable and psychologically unstable.
Promoting that this can be SFW is what gets kids in this position. I'm sorry, but you're genuinely part of the problem.
It's not right, and this kind of normalization is really sad. I've had to block so many underage accounts, it's insane.
Also, extreme cuddling was originally made due to the fact that the original tag for v0re was blacklisted in December 2017-2018(? can't fully remember), it wasn't created to seperate the "SFW from the NSFW", it was literally just there because the original tag was blacklisted because the tumblr devs are fucking stupid.
Again, I was there during the blacklist! At 14-15! Sure, my stuff was nsx at the time, but I thought everybody moved their stuff to the extreme cuddling tag purely because of the blacklist.
accidental digestion my beloved...