Welcome to purgatory

Female, 20, Bi/Ace, single-not interested. Into soft vore, g/t, I am a pred, totally down to rp

[teal-fiend]

Content: hunger, vore mention

Pred who very much wants to eat their prey, but decides not to. 

It’s been a while since they’ve eaten, and usually they would scarf down their prey without a second thought. But they decide not to. They want to keep them around for a little while longer, maybe. Or maybe they just want to prove that they can refrain from their craving for a night.

They breathe into the prey’s neck, inhaling the scent; something that makes their mouth water. But instead of biting down, they pull back. Both of them go to bed. 

Under the covers, the prey is pressed up against the pred’s chest. 

Prey has to lie next to someone who they know wants to eat them. 

They can hear their stomach growling.They know that stomach wants to be fed, wants to be full. It wants to be full with the prey; they know this stomach is asking specifically for them. Because if the pred knows there’s food right beside them, then their stomach knows as well. 

They put a hand on that stomach, and feel the growling vibrations. They knead into the belly, knowing that it won’t do much to soothe the pred’s hunger. If anything, it would make them hungrier.

The pred just sighs sleepily, and enjoys the belly rub, even if it would feel infinitely better if the prey would do it from the inside

[voregang-deactivated20240528]

I can’t begin to imagine what it’s like in there. Even the thought of being inside of a stomach makes me cringe. Yet there you are, my little friend, tucked away deep inside me. Underneath all those layers of flesh, skin, and clothes you would think I’d forget you’re in there. But how could I? We’ve practiced for this all week and it’s finally happening. I can feel the anxiety start to set in, but there’s no time for that. I have a mission, and by god I’m gonna complete it!

I put on my jacket and walk out the door. You see, there’s this book I’ve been wanting to get. Every time I walk past the store window it haunts me. I know how badly I want it, I have the money, and yet I know that going in there will be terrifying. There’s usually no one there. Just the one clerk, or maybe they’re the owner. All I know is that if I try to get that book it will just be me and them. What if I say something wrong? What if I start freaking out? What if I embarrass myself and I can never go in that store again??? I remember you taking notice of how often my anxiety gets in the way of my life. I know it’s ironic to see someone so much bigger than you be so shy and scared. Though in a way, I don’t think we’d be friends if I wasn’t a ball of anxiety. You’d probably still hide in the walls like you used to. It’s really nice of you to want to help me out like this. I just can’t believe you’re helping me out uh… like this.

You coming with me does make me feel better though. When you’re in there I don’t have to worry about anyone seeing you, or you falling out of my pocket and being badly hurt. Except- I’m worried about if you’re truly okay in there. You reassured me dozens of times, and I told you if anything went wrong to give me a kick. Still… I don’t want to hurt you. I couldn’t live with myself. What if you run out of air? What if you get digested?? What if I can’t cough you back up???

No. No, you told me not to worry. Just focus on the book. Just get the book.

Walking past dozens of people on the busy street, I try not to look any of them in the eye. I watch my feet as I walk, trying to focus on my breathing. All I can think is “How I wish you were here right now”

OH WAIT-

What are you even doing in there? I felt you moving around in the beginning, but now you’re barely moving at all. Maybe you’ve made yourself comfortable? Haha ew. How can anyone be comfortable in a place like that? Hey, I’m not judging.

I stop in my tracks and look around. Where the hell- I PAST THE STORE DIDN’T I??? God fucking dammit- I just know someone saw me stop dead and turn around like that. That’s so embarrassing. Just don’t think about it just don’t think about it…

I finally make it to the store and I feel it. The door opens, a little bell rings, and the merchant locks eyes with me. Even though it was only for a second, all my symptoms start to show. My hands start to tremble involuntary, and I shove them in my pockets. It feels like there’s a rock in my throat, there’s butterflies in my stomach- I have to get out of here. I have to cool down somewhere. I have to do it NOW.

It takes everything I have, but I ask from across the store. “Is there a bathroom I can go to- I mean.. use?” I tripped over my words and my voice cracked. I want nothing more than to melt into a puddle.

They look up at me, clearly noticing that I look like a sweaty insane person. “Its for customers only.”

“Oh- I’m a customer- I’ll buy something I just.. just it’s an emergency” They place a bathroom key on the counter and point to the far right corner of the store. I grab it and speed walk into the bathroom. Now I’m trapped. Now I HAVE to get the book. There’s no way out- I trapped myself. I don’t want the clerk to hear me in here, but I need you.

In desperation I try to talk to you quietly. “…Little friend? Are you there..?” Behind the butterfly feeling, I feel you shift in my stomach. “Little friend I can’t… I can’t do this little friend. I know you want me to get better, I know it hurts you to see me this way but I can’t- I just can’t do it. I wanna go home. I know I want to get better I really do I just- the world is so terrifying and I can’t take it anymore. I want to improve I want to get better but I never will. I can’t. I can’t do it I can’t do it I just can’t”

I gasp at your touch. Your little hands, feeling me from the inside.. and then all of you. Leaned up against me. It’s somewhere between a hug and a pet, and it makes me want to cry. Despite me being such a failure, you still really care about me don’t you? Even from in there. My breathing starts to slow down, and I wipe my face.

Is it bad that I.. sort of enjoy this?

In the beginning it was kinda scary, then at best I just forgot about it, but now I feel.. warm. I’m not alone in this body, I have you. And you care about me, probably more than I care about me. I feel your little tummy rub, and the butterflies start to fade away. I put my hand over my stomach. I don’t even know what to say. Can we just stay like this forever?

…

Oh! The book, right. I turn around to face my fear once again. Before I do, I just barely find the words to say to you. “Thank you”, I whisper, and I go back into the bookstore.

I walk with a fake confidence, just to get this done as fast as I can. I grab the first copy of the book I see, and head to the register. I place the book on the counter and all I can think is “please don’t make small talk PLEASE don’t make small talk”.

“You’re lucky you came in so soon, I was about to go on my lunch break,” they say while making eye contact. Just act like normal… say a normal response…

“Oh haha, I just had lunch before coming here.”

The realization hits. I suddenly become hyper aware of the small weight in my stomach. Why did I say that?! Stupid stupid-

I think they saw the regret in my face, as they give me an awkward stare and asks,”What’d you have?” Oh nothing haha just MY TINY HUMAN FRIEND WHO IS LITERALLY IN MY STOMACH FOR EMOTIONAL SUPPORT AS WE SPEAK. God- just think of a normal lunch item- eggs? No that’s breakfast. Sandwich?

“Uh- egg sandwich,” I blurt out in a panic. “That’s neat,” they respond. Thank GOD an egg sandwich is a real thing.

I wait for them to ring up my book. Averting my eyes I notice a display of miniature flocked bears. They’re soft and fuzzy, and yet so small. Now that I think of it.. they’re about half your size…

I swallow my pride and gather the courage to ask,” hey actually, can I have one of these too?” I avoid saying it directly as to not ruin the surprise. I hand it to them and they ring it up. “Your total is $13.49” they tell me. I feel so relieved. It’s almost over. I give them my 14 dollars, and say to keep the change to avoid any more confrontation. They give me the bag and the receipt, I thank them, and as I’m walking they call out “Have a nice day!” “You too! Have a good uhm.. a good lunch!” I reply awkwardly while leaving the store.

The door closes behind me and I feel the sunlight hit my face. “We did it,” I whisper. I’m so happy, I’m overjoyed. You hug me from the inside one last time and I can’t seem to get the smile off my face. I’m so glad we did this- admittedly it was a weird idea but god dammit- you’re a genius. Thank you. Thank you thank you thank you. I start walking home and give up trying to conceal my glee.

What would I do without you?

[trashytums-deactivated20240202]

Decided to finally doodle this dumb idea, because these two are equally dumb and I love them ❤️

[depravity-disposed]

AGAIN

Having your ear forcefully pressed up against a noisy belly, specifically hungry 👀

“Nnnf... yea.... listen to that....~ god I’m soo hungry.... it wants to digest so badly....~

... sounds good, right~”

[untamedsinning]

habits that make you go hmmm

[smol-and-trashy]

Okok but like I’m a sucker for preds gently pressing their prey to their tummy and holding them there for a few moments, so the prey can hear the sounds of their stomach growling, right before the pred picks up their little prey again and plops them in their mouth. Extra points if the prey curls up and takes a nice lil nap in the pred’s tummy and DOUBLE EXTRA POINTS if the pred is playfully teasing the prey while holding them against their tummy :]

Ok ok, yes!! I just adore that trope ♡

[nompunhere]

Mmm, I’m so comfortable. I’m tired from today, and I’ve found just the perfect position, and I can’t even bring myself to move at all.

You know what would make it even better?

You.

I might be a bit hungry, but it’s mostly just that I want to feel that reassuring weight in my center. I know how much you love it in there, and I want to share this comfort with you. I want you to feel safe and happy.

I want your company. Just that quiet, pleasant kind where nothing needs to be said. I could never forget that I’m with you, because you’re right there inside me. I can keep you all to myself, just for a little while.

I may not be willing to move much on the outside, but you know my insides would give you all the cuddles you want, holding you close where you can feel every calm breath, every steady heartbeat. I trust you to be there, to treat your surroundings with respect, to not take them- me, for granted.

Would you like to join me?

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[bubblegum-bullet-deactivated202]

The best thing. ever. rn. Is just.

tiny: makes grabby hands

giant: you wanna cuddle~? scoops the tiny up and presses them against their chest

MY. HEART. GOODBYE.

[whatifitwasgttho]

MY HEART AAAA

[alu-tiny-5-6cmtall]

AHHHH YEs THIS IS PURE GOLD

[my-trash-hoard]

Aaaaaaaaaaaa yes!

[starspangledcaptainamerica-blog]

Anonymously tell me how you feel about me. I can't reply, I just have to read it and post it.

[my-trash-hoard]

This looks like fun lol

[bioluminescent-bat-deactivated2]

Experimenting, I suppose...

Reblog this if you enjoy soft, safe Vore, SFW GT, and nonfatal friendship between both sides of the chart.

[my-trash-hoard]

Hmm, right now would be a fantastic time to have a belly full of friend and take a nap being blissfully full and content :)

[my-trash-hoard]

Random trashy thoughts

Having a friend that’s half your size would be awesome because like, imagine giving them a hug that completely surrounds them, or like, cuddling with them and they can fit their whole body on you and just lay there, idk man, I’m touch starved incase you hadn’t noticed 😂 

[theredcandyheart]

Have you considered: 2 friends, one is a werewolf, transforms and eats the other?

(This is one of my favorite tropes!)

Your friend always disappears the same time every month. You're not sure why they disappear- they just... Do. You're not one to pry though, so you leave it be... Until today.

You've accidentally left your phone at your friend's house, and you desperately need it. So, ignoring your friend's please to just wait a few days, you head over to their house at night. Without much thought, you go in.

At first, everything is normal. Your friend is nowhere in sight, but your phone is right where you left it- in your friend's kitchen. So, without a second thought, you go to the kitchen.

Your phone is on the counter. Unfortunately, it's dead. You sigh in disappointment, staring at the black screen of your phone. At first, you only see your own reflection... But after studying it for a moment, you realize there's something behind you.

When you look over your shoulder, you're face to face with a hulking beast- a werewolf, to be exact. It's right in your face, its eyes widened and crazed, its teeth bared in a snarl.

You freeze up. Your heart starts hammering in its chest. Before you can react or scream for help, the wolf lunges at you, knocking you down. It plants its massive paws on your chest and snarls at you. Disgusting saliva from the beast drips onto your face You wriggle and squirm, trying to get away from the beast. You lift your hands up and try to push its mouth away from you.

This proves to be a horrible mistake, however. The wolf growls and bites your hands. Before you can pull them away from the beast's maw, it gulps, swallowing up both of your hands.

It steps off of you and backs up, pulling you upright into a sitting position. Both of your arms are in its mouth now. You try to struggle and pull your hands out of the monster's throat, but unfortunately, it doesn't work. Instead, the beast just swallows again, taking in your head and shoulders in.

It's all too easy for the beast to gulp you down after that. Its throat muscles squeeze tightly, almost suffocating you. Once you're down in the wolf's stomach, your situation isn't too much better. The stomach walls squeeze you into an uncomfortable ball, making it hard to move and stretch out.

You can hear the sound of the monster's heartbeat, along with the panting of the beast. It seems like swallowing you up left it breathless. The world around you moves and sways, until, after a few moments, the wolf plops down somewhere on its side.

You struggle against the wolf's belly and shout for help. Your struggling doesn't seem to phase the wolf one bit- in fact, it almost seems to enjoy your struggling.

As the stomach begins to gurgle and groan around you, you find yourself hoping you can survive until morning...

[trashytums-deactivated20240202]

❤ Hungry characters running a hand over their empty stomach when they hear, see, or think about food

❤ Hungry characters squirming/tensing up uncomfortably whever their stomach pinches in hunger, trying to suppress the growl before it develops

❤ On an opposite note, hungry characters rubbing that achy space between their ribs to encourage growls, simply for the relief of diminished hunger pangs

❤ Hungry characters groaning in unison to their stomach, either unintentionally from discomfort, or in a "yeah, me too bud." response

❤ Hungry characters trapped in a snuggle pile that either 1. openly complain and try to squirm free, sighing and flumping in defeat when their tummy grumbles irritably, or 2. blush and shift when a misplaced head/arm rests against their stomach, silently pleading that the cramp swelling between their ribs won't sound off

❤ Hungry characters grimacing and pressing a hand over their stomach when it growls a little too loudly

❤ Hungry characters who's stomach grumbles a little more pointedly after they one bite of some really delicious food, clearly anticipating more

❤ Hungry characters who audibly gulp or look pleadingly towards food they've been eagerly awating all day

❤ Hungry characters that groan in bliss, intentionally or unintentionally, when they take that very first big bite of said food

[the-memedaddy]

[dormouseking]

My psychiatry professor says individuals with a higher IQ when children must be stimulated to develop it further or else they are more susceptible to develop anxiety and depression and also “falling off the curve”. And since as a child you can’t control the circumstances of your development, I’m sad to inform that your family and society have failed you.

[colbycub-deactivated20190228]

This explains…..so much

[thatgirlwithadhd]

I think it’s worth noting also that it’s not necessarily just a lack of stimulation. 

A LOT of high IQ people are also neurodivergent in some way, autistic, ADHD, etc. There are a LOT of reasons ND young people are more prone to depression and burnout, including:

Chronic understimulation

Chronic overstimulation

Repeated social rejection and isolation

Statistically more at risk of abuse and bullying

Trying to mask ND traits for years

Unacknowledged learning issues causing academic struggles (many ND folks have a learning disability and even those who don’t can have huge struggles in some subjects due to uneven cognitive profiles, executive dysfunction, etc that often gets ignored/missed if they are “gifted”)

Feeling like their ND traits are “laziness” or “being too sensitive” or their own fault for “not trying hard enough” (btw, living in an NT society as an ND person basically means you grow up with the whole world inadvertently gaslighting you because you constantly get told your struggles aren’t real and you could fix them just by trying)

[pigknightwarrior]

Ah

[iwasgoingtohellanyways]

mouthplay to get an insomniac prey to sleep is so, so good 🥺

like a pred KNOWING that their prey friend has a hard time falling asleep so they tire them out with just gently swishing them around in their mouth. little sucks and careful nibbles that slowly cause their friend to be worn out. their friend puts up a good fighting, play wrestling with their tongue and brushing their along the roof of their mouth, but in the end they start to drift off. they're warm and surrounded by their friend, so they don't even fight it when they feel the "ground" shift beneath them and they start to slip down their friend's throat. The pred quietly hums as they feel their friend settle in their tum, giving them a small pat before settling their hand above where their friend is.

just hhhhnngggggggg 🥺

[my-trash-hoard]

In so sorry! I hope that Marshmallow makes it!

Thanks anon, means a lot. Sorry I haven’t replied sooner, my power is out from the hurricane right now