hi! my name is pepper (nicknames are okay!) and i use she/her pronouns.
I POST CONTENT ABOUT BOYS' DIGESTIVE PROCESSES
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can attractive male commentary youtubers PLEASE stop making videos like "trying the insane bodybuilder slop diet" and "going to every olive garden ever". it's making me hard
Ok so my intended cannibalism turned feedism idea was made for a D.eadplate fic right. Idk if anyone who follows me goes there but anyway. It was basically about V.icent who canonically has no sense of taste. And in my fic he's so frustated by this he has tried everything and looked everywhere without any result. And at some point while trying recipes or looking for cooking tips he gets across with that saying about the best tasting food being made with love. And he thinks about it. How exactly do you make that, food made with love. Could that maybe be the answer? And that's when he hires R.ody as a waiter and he's just... really cheerful and nice and seems to be really, really in love with a girl who doesn't seem to even reciprocate the feeling. And there it is, R.ody's full of love isn't he. But to be fair he's not... in his prime condition too. Looks like he lives in pretty lame conditions and it's often that he catches eyeing customer's plates and can hear his stomach growling. And well V.incent's a chef, he knows better than to eat meat that comes from skinny malnourished livestock. And if he offers him the best he has, if he can give him food that is good and make him sated and happier and spoiled. Maybe that can not only work to put some meat on his bones. Maybe that can work to make some "meal made with love" out of R.ody. So he starts to constantly offer him "leftovers" or "dishes from people that asked for a refund" (they all look to good for that to be true, but R.ody doesn't complain, he eats) it gets to a point where he even invites him to his place to cook him dinner, buys ingredients specifically for this purpose, thinks hardly about what he would like the best. And V.icent tells himself that he's only doing his best to secure a good, tasty meal, but he's unintentionally getting too into this situation. Into R.ody too. He keeps staring when he eats and getting so fixated on the way he chews and gulps and his little moans of pleasure after finally having a good meal and can't stop thinking of how lately his uniform seems to be tighter and it's his fault, he did that to him...
This is sort of out of nowhere because I've never talked about this character before, but ever since Varka released I haven't gotten him out of my mind as a pred.
(M/F vore, G/T, accidental vore, descriptions of digestion, stuffing, reformation)
The tavern was lively and warm, full of raucous laughter and drunken shouts from the patrons crowded inside.
Darling was pretty sure she was the most sober person here, despite having a bit of alcohol in herself at this point as well. Though, her portions were much smaller than most everyone else here by a lot.
The last drop was drained from her cup, no bigger than a sewing thimble. Her head was starting to feel light and it was harder to keep her balance. A dangerous thing where she sat perched on the broad shoulder of the grand master Varka high above the ground, but the levity she felt from the booze meant she wasn't thinking about that at the moment.
It didn't help that Varka was so animated as he talked, only exasperated by how much she'd seen him drink in the short time they'd been at the bar. He entertained a revolving group of fellow drunkards with stories of the many adventures he's been on, most of which he'd already told at least ten times before. But the euphoria of having the grand master and his expedition team finally back in Mondstadt outweighed any of that.
Darling for the most part was happy to just sit and listen along with everyone else. She, just like everyone else here, was glad to have him home after such a long time. Sitting on his shoulder, hearing his booming laugh up close, getting to feel the affectionate way he'd pet her with one of his calloused fingers when he'd check on her, it was more than enough for her.
She was lost in her own head while Varka spoke, her body swaying back and forth. With her swimming vision, she looked blearily at her empty cup. Maybe she'd had enough for the night, she was already pretty sure she'd be feeling this in the morning. If she asked nicely, maybe Varka would let her start sleeping this off in his pocket. That sounded cozy.
“Varkaaaa.” Darling called out, her voice trailing off into a whine.
The tavern was so noisy and Varka was too engrossed in his own tale for him to hear her, it seemed. Darling pouted.
She'd have to try harder to be noticed. Clumsily, she got to her feet. She'd get up in his face if that's what it took.
But the second she was upright, Varka let out a full body laugh at his own joke. It threw her already precarious balance completely off, her arms pinwheeling at her sides to try futilely to steady herself. Unable to straighten herself out again, Darling pitched forward with a squeak. Uh oh. If she hits the table this is really going to hurt!
But, perhaps thankfully, Varka already had his cup raised in one hand, having been using it to gesture with while speaking. There's a small splash when Darling lands in the full cup. Pushing herself to the surface, she gasps for breath. Ugh, the overwhelming smell of booze was all around her and it stung where it'd gotten in her eyes.
“Varka!” Her yell was louder this time, but still he didn't hear her. It looked like nobody even saw her fall in. The sides were definitely too steep and slick for her to climb out on her own, she'd just have to tread water until Varka saw her. However long that took.
Except she underestimated Varka's drunkenness. When Varka went to take another drink, he didn't even look at his cup. Darling's eyes widened as she was raised up, closer to Varka's face.
“Woah, wait, stop-!” The cup tilted forward and Darling was pulled along the wave of booze. She saw the grand master's lips part in front of her, revealing the inside of his mouth.
Varka wasn't the type of man to half ass anything. He wasn't just going for a sip, he threw his head and his cup all the way back to drain the entire thing. Swallow after swallow, liquid poured down his throat. When there wasn't anymore, he leaned forward with an overdramatic sigh of satisfaction. His display earned himself some claps and appreciative whistles from his audience, which Varka humbly accepted while waving over a waitress to refill his cup.
He hadn't even noticed that more than just alcohol vanished down his throat.
Darling tried to get a hold of anything she could to stop her descent, but the pull of the wave of beer she found herself in was too strong. And when her feet were plunged into Varka's throat, there was no possibility of her freeing herself.
It was a tight squeeze down his esophagus, made more harrowing by all the beer she had flowing around her. She had to squeeze her eyes shut and tightly clamp her mouth closed to avoid the onslaught.
It was almost a relief when she fell and landed in a pool of booze and mashed up bar snacks. Except now she was immersed in a new problem. She was inside Varka's stomach.
Darling shivered, still reeling from her trip down. The ordeal had sobered her up a little bit, but the haze of drunkenness that still clung to her wasn't making it any easier to wrap her brain around the situation.
First things first, she had to get out of here. But how could she do that? She couldn't just climb back out. Her only choice was getting Varka's attention.
Shouting wouldn't help. She was too small and too muffled by layers of muscle and flesh for her voice to reach his ears. Maybe if she banged her fists on his stomach wall enough, he'd notice something was amiss.
She pushed her way through the slurry of half digested slime to get closer to what she was pretty sure was the outer wall of his stomach. At least she wasn't too worried about accidentally hurting him; Varka was solid muscle and could handle far worse than anything her tiny fists could dish out on him. If anything, that actually made her worry he might not feel her at all. Still, she felt like she had to try.
Varka felt the pleasant, floaty warmth that came with a good pint of beer spreading through his body. He'd lost count of just how many cups he'd had at this point, but he was no quiter; the night was young and there were plenty more drinks to go around!
And the other patrons were loving his stories! He regaled them with every story that came to mind, only mildly exaggerated here and there. It was a good thing the booze doubled as lubricant for his throat, otherwise he would've lost his voice from practically shouting as he talked and laughed with his people.
Before he could get to the juiciest part of his current story, a clamor went up from the floor below. People turned to look and were met with the sight of a drunken brawl breaking out between two men. It was enough to draw a lot of attention, some people even starting to shout out bets. Varka sighed, shaking his head with another swig of beer. They were both too drunk to really do much damage to each other, wildly missing their swings. He'd step in if he needed to, but he trusted the staff could handle things for now.
“Look at them, if those were my men they'd be running laps all night. Isn't that right, Darling.” Varka laughed to himself.
He waited a bit, expecting Darling to roll her eyes and make some comment about their fight. It took a second to register through the haze, but he realized after a minute that there wasn't any response.
“Darling?” Varka looked down at his shoulder and for the first time realized Darling wasn't there anymore.
A bolt of panic surged through Varka, bringing a hint of clarity to his drunk mind. He growled out a curse under his breath, looking around. She couldn't have gotten off on her own, and even drunk he was sure he would have noticed somebody grab her from under his nose. That would mean she could've fallen off, but he still doesn't see her anywhere.
Where could she have gone? If he couldn't see her, was she hurt? Damn it. He was supposed to be protecting her. Darling was vulnerable, so much smaller than the world around her, and Varka took pride in being trusted so much by her to keep her safe. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if something happened because he got too wasted to keep his promise.
His fist clenched, trying to replay the last couple of minutes since he last noticed her presence. He was sure she was on his shoulder when he started that recent story. Where-
His gut bubbled and groaned. Varka groaned at the sudden sensation, clamping a hand over his mouth as his stomach clenched. It's a good thing the bar was so noisy, because the belch that rumbled out of him was loud but at least it got mostly covered up by the chatter.
That was weird. Varka's hand went to his stomach, trying to soothe the upset organ. Maybe all that booze was catching up faster than he thought. His stomach was fluttering a lot. Actually, there was a really weird sensation deep in his gut. It felt like something was trying to press out against him, a very small but just barely noticeable pressure. If he had to place it, it felt like…
Varka thought about the drink he'd just chugged a minute ago, and a startling thought occurred to him.
“Darling?” Varka asked his own stomach, pressing his hand tighter to his abdomen.
There wasn't any response for a second, then there was a very firm strike to his gut. It didn't hurt, but Varka did hiccup a little bit.
Shit. He'd been more worried about her getting stepped on than accidentally eaten.
Varka rubbed his fingers in a tight circle on his abdomen in a half baked attempt to reassure its unexpected guest. He laughed awkwardly. “Well… this is quite the situation we're in, isn't it?”
She jabbed his stomach. He decided to take this to be their impromptu yes or no system.
“Are you doing alright in there?” He asked, genuinely concerned.
He felt her hit him again. Okay, so she didn't get hurt on the way down. That was a relief considering how he'd chugged his drink.
He visibly relaxed at the confirmation. “Good.” For a second he didn't say anything, just rubbed his stomach. The next thing would be to let her out, wouldn't it? He knew it was selfish since it's not as if he asked before swallowing her, even though it wasn't on purpose, but now that he's paying attention he realized that his stomach actually felt really good. The weight of her sitting in his stomach, the warmth of her hands on him, he'd rather not give that up. But it wouldn't be right of him to just keep her like that.
“Do you want to come out now?” He asked.
Darling, standing in the muck inside his stomach, sighed in relief. Finally, she could get out of here. She drew her hand back to let him know that yes she would like to be let free, but his stomach gave an expected lurch and she couldn't keep her balance. She fell backwards, landing in the pile of food and beer she shared the space with.
Varka waited a moment, expecting her to strike him again to answer in confirmation. But he was surprised he didn't feel anything at all. His brow furrowed. “Darling?” He tapped his stomach, waiting another second. A glimmer of wishful thinking ignited in his mind. “Do you want to stay?”
Darling struggled to right herself. Damn, this stuff was so thick and slick, it practically suctioned her in! She flailed around until she popped up again out of the slurry and sprang forward. She only registered his new question the second before banging her fist on his stomach wall. “Oh, fuck.” She hit him a few more times, trying to signal her mistake.
On the other side of things, Varka was surprised at the enthusiastic response. He couldn't help laughing, unknowingly jostling his occupant again. “I had no idea you were so eager to be eaten, Darling. You could've just asked instead of climbing in my cup.” His hand patted his stomach, feeling much more satisfied now knowing he could keep his little snack.
He eyed his drink, drumming his fingers across his gut. “Say, you wouldn't mind if I kept drinking for a bit, would you? You're already sharing the space with a few pints so it probably won't make much of a difference.”
Darling for her part hadn't put as much stock in their yes or no system as Varka had. For her, her only way of communicating was just punching his greedy gut, but again her flurry of blows was interpreted as just an enthusiastic yes from inside.
“Alright, then!” Varka exclaimed, scooping up his cup. “I'll toast to you, Darling. Thanks for the meal!” And he knocked back several deep gulps of beer. All of which flowed down directly on top of Darling, coating her even more in lukewarm booze.
Not one to miss out on a festive atmosphere like this, Varka didn't slow down after that. Cups and cups of beer all vanished down his throat, his face getting a bright flush. And as good of a snack as Darling made, Varka was a large man who needed more than just a single morsel to soak up all the alcohol sloshing around inside his stomach. Peanuts and other bar snacks followed the waves of alcohol. After a while, a noticeable swell protruded from his shirt, straining against his leather belt.
To Darling, all his partying became chaos inside his body. Varka didn't have to worry about his food once it was in his guts, but she was sloshed around right alongside everything he consumed. She was smushed against the wall of his stomach as things got tighter, forced to practically hug the undulating flesh. The more he ate, the more she realized that there was less and less difference between his bar snacks and her. She was going to be digested right alongside them. Varka had decided she was food tonight because of their misunderstanding, and his stomach didn't care either way. It just knew that there was another thing inside to coat in its acids.
It would knead her down until there really was no difference between her and the rest of the slurry she was submerged in and as the night went on they'd pump through the grandmaster's guts together. Varka's metabolism was high, she was already starting to feel floaty. Her skin tingled, not painfully but in a way she could feel how tender and soft she'd gotten.
Varka threw his head back in laughter, conversing with a fellow knight. His gut was jostled with each laugh, and he brought the hand still holding his newest cup up to his mouth to stifle his belch. A few of the people with him jokingly patted him on the back and cheered at the impressive sound.
After a bit, he stumbled away from the group he'd found himself in, waving with a grin. His whole, massive body swayed with each step, finding a quiet spot for the first time in a while. Varka let out a breath, hiccuping. He looked down at his empty cup, tilting it around as if that would magically refill it with booze.
His free hand landed on his gut, feeling how drum tight it'd gotten. Maybe he'd overdone it tonight, but it was easy to get caught up in the mood.
“Hey,” He murmured, his voice taking on a more gentle tone from his boisterous attitude earlier. “You still hanging on in there?” He jostled his stomach with his hand, pressing in to try and feel anything solid.
There was a small, weak movement against his hand. He grins, pleased to still feel her amongst everything else he'd put in there. “There's my girl.” He rubbed his stomach, focusing on the area he felt Darling squirm. “You know, I really gotta thank you.” His words were definitely slurring, but he was being genuine. “To be honest with ya, I'd wanted to eat you for a while. Wasn't sure how you'd react to that, though. But, here ya are. Wish I actually got to taste you. Heh, jus’ gonna have to do this again sometime.” He patted his stomach, feeling it rumble. It was warm to the tough, working hard on everything he'd put in it.
"Won't be,” He hiccuped. “Won' be long before you digest, probably. Jus’ sit tight, ol’ Varka will take care of ya.”
Darling felt like his words were drifting slowly through her foggy mind, enveloping her the same way his stomach had. Varka, her dear companion, had seen her as food this entire time. Maybe the revelation should've been startling, but she couldn't help but feel… happy.
Being so small, it was scary sometimes knowing any hungry predator could easily gulp her down for a snack. Varka had always been a source of safety for her, warding off such predators and other threats posed to a tiny like her. But this entire time, that same protector had wanted her for himself, he was just too chivalrous to act on it. She didn't want just any predator to have her, to digest her and make her part of them. But, if it were Varka, she realized that didn't sound bad at all. She kind of liked the thought of being held by him closer than she ever had been. Funny how it took him accidentally chugging her for her to realize.
Her thoughts were getting harder to formulate, the boundaries of her body harder to define. She hoped Varka didn't get a tummy ache from all the food he had. She wished him a pleasant digestion…
It was still hours and even more food and drink later that Varka finally stumbled through the dark streets towards his house. The buzz from the festive atmosphere, and all the alcohol, still clung to him.
He belched, not bothering to cover his mouth since there was no one else around him. His stomach was groaning and grumbling up a storm, struggling to churn up all its contents. It ached from the stretch, but it didn't feel bad. He probably could've kept going, but a grandmaster should always know when to call it a night.
He'd stopped feeling movement inside a while ago, even when he rubbed and prodded at his dome of a stomach. Darling had hung in there a while, but the power of his digestive system had caught up to her.
Varka grinned to himself, licking his lips. This was one of the best nights of drinking he'd had in a while. Now to get in bed and sleep everything off. Everything was already feeling a lot softer in there than it had before.
—
Varka winced, taking punch after punch to the chest from tiny fists.
“Ow, ow, ow,” It didn't really hurt physically, but Darling's angry pout hurt more than anything. “I'm sorry! I didn't realize that's what you meant.”
Darling huffed, sitting back and crossing her arms. Varka lay flat on his back in bed, looking down at where she sat on his chest. She had a tiny sized towel wrapped around her for modesty, freshly reformed. Sadly her clothes wouldn't reform with her, the outfit claimed by Mr. Greedy guts here.
“Maybe if you'd paid a bit more attention we wouldn't have been in that situation.” Darling grumbled. “Honestly, I knew you were a big eater, but I never knew you could eat that much.”
Varka chuckled, trying to lighten things up. “It was a party, it would've been wrong not to indulge.” He shut up when she glared at him, though.
He sighed. “Listen, I really am sorry. I would've let you out right away if I had realized that's what you wanted. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.”
Darling made the mistake of looking at him. Oh Archons, he looked just like a kicked puppy, she couldn't keep this up when he gave her that look. She deflated. “As long as you realize your mistake…”
There's a bit of silence. After a few seconds, Varka spoke up again. “So, does that mean you really didn't like it? You wouldn't want to do it again?”
Darling bit her lip. “I never said that.”
She squealed in surprise when suddenly a hand engulfed her entire back and brought her forward so Varka could press a kiss to her body. His tongue peaked out, sneakily getting a taste. Darling shoved her hands against his face, pushing off as much as she was able to. “Not right now, you glutton!”
If only if only the woodpecker sighs the bark on the tree was as soft as the sky why the wolf waits below hungry and lonely he cries to the moon if only if only
If only if only the woodpecker sighs the bark on the tree was as soft as the sky why the wolf waits below hungry and lonely he cries to the moon if only if only
If only if only the woodpecker sighs the bark on the tree was as soft as the sky why the wolf waits below hungry and lonely he cries to the moon if only if only
when a pred belches and over the course of the achingly long burp their stomach shrinks down to regular size with a sickening chorus of snaps and gurgles...
it makes us weak, that's why we help all our pred friends stay well fed
If only if only the woodpecker sighs the bark on the tree was as soft as the sky why the wolf waits below hungry and lonely he cries to the moon if only if only
If only if only the woodpecker sighs the bark on the tree was as soft as the sky why the wolf waits below hungry and lonely he cries to the moon if only if only
If only if only the woodpecker sighs the bark on the tree was as soft as the sky why the wolf waits below hungry and lonely he cries to the moon if only if only
hypothetic au where vore is kind of socially accepted. and when it comes to celebrities and influencers there's this special kind of meet-and-greet where you, the fan, gets eaten by them at the end of it
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