This is so beautiful.
This is exactly what I look for in this genre.
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This is so beautiful.
This is exactly what I look for in this genre.
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Pred whose stomach lets out deep growls when they're around a prey they like.
Pred who's a little obvious about being a pred, slipping cheesy innuendos into their daily conversations.
Pred that's just ever so slightly cocky, openly whistling at and flirting with attractive preythings.
Pred who KNOWS who it is they want to stomach, and doesn't stop until they get their way.
Basically... confident, flirty preds who don't bother hiding the fact that they are a predator. They could turn on you at the drop of a hat, reducing you to nothing more than a bulge in their belly...
kinda sucks that all the 'don't wanna be a person any more' posts are sub-focussed. like, i too desperately want my brain to be switched off and No More Thoughts but i need it to be Everyone Else's Problem. I'm not a pet, I'm a dangerous predator in your house and you just took all the brakes off my appetite and conscience.
Dude I fucking hate living in vore city... I have to keep a gun on me at all times cuz they’ll try that shit when you least expect it. Genuinely it never lets up… Rent is cheap af tho
Why isn’t Mamdani doing anything about this
*kicking my feet n giggling* you're kinda scary
pred getting severely flustered and huffing and whining and moaning a bit bc they can feel their prey grinding against their stomach lining….
One of the most attractive things a person can do imo is roll their eyes up/tilt their head back in response to eating tasty food
Pred that punishes minions or staff that make too many mistakes by eating them. They seem very distant and cold but professional. They won’t just snap at the first mistake and when the prey does make the last mistake they’re stern and ruthless about the price to be paid but not overly cruel. But here’s the thing, the second the other employees are out of sight and the pred and prey are alone. The pred dissolves into a puddle of ecstasy and starts praising the prey on how they taste and feel. How they’ve been silently praying the prey would strike out this entire time just so they could have an excuse to claim them. The prey isn’t getting out after all, they can’t tell anyone about this other embarrassing, unprofessional and strangely affectionate side to their boss so it’s okay for the pred to indulge in it.
it's so crazy that ppl think professionals being into kink is info that needs to be made public. ur too old to still think teachers live in the school yk?
i wanted to add something like "if i need medical attention then idc if the doctor is a furry" but tbh i do care, i love that for her, that's pawesome
Cuddling with a pred and feeling their grasp tighten a little when their stomach growls
Oof I’m in an “unwilling” vore mood… there’s just something so hot about being taken advantage of by a gorgeous woman who’s bigger and stronger than me. Her petting my hair and shushing my whimpers as she pulls off my clothes, kissing my neck~
And she knows I want this. Deep down, even if I’m frightened or I’m struggling in her gentle yep firm grasp, she knows this has always been what I’ve wanted. To be tummy fat, peacefully gurgling away, plumping up a MILF middle…
“Shh, shhh…” she soothes, caressing my mostly naked body as she kisses me all over, getting a taste of what’s to come. “It’s alright. You’re being such a good girl for me… mmmm, such a good meal~”
I let out a little yelp of fear as she licks the side of my face from behind. And before long she’s gulping me down headfirst, each thick swallow reverberating off of the bedroom walls, my muffled moaning and pleading mixing with the sounds of her belly as I’m pulled deep inside her. I’m flailing my legs helplessly until she slurps them up like noodles, and makes that final swallow~
And then, just like that, I’m curled up inside her stomach, awaiting digestion. No longer my own person. Just live food that will melt into mush, and fade away into a soft belly bulge. But she never forgets for a moment that I AM a person.
“Ooh, honey ❤️… you make me feel soooo full… oh darling, thank you for this. You really know how to satisfy a woman~”
Back on the outside, my pred hums softly with a warm smile, patting my form and letting out a deep, unladylike BUUUOORRP as the walls hug me. She croons in response to my muffled voice, apologizing… but she’s not really sorry <3
I incoherently beg for… god, I’m not sure anymore. Because my sensations are overwhelmed with how squishy and wet and warm everything is in there… and it’s g-getting hard to think… clearly… am I getting… softer….?
Hours later, when I’m just a shapeless mass bulging off her middle, making her stomach whine and gurgle as it continues to work on me, she still has her hands on me. Rubbing, petting, moaning…
“YoooOURRRP!! … ah~ excuse me… You’re amazing 💕”
Between her praises, she belches up my soaked panties. They rest on the top of her belly as I continue to digest away. And, unbeknownst to her… they’re not just wet from the stomach juices~ <3
I may have been denying it at first, but we both knew that in the end, I would give into my desires… 💖
A silly little comic I threw together for @belliesandburps's birthday. Starring his characters Umbrak (big hooded fella who resembles a certain heavy metal band's mascot) and Claudius (the nerdy bird getting gulped). The lil' dork will be fine, he likes being in there for the
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and absolutely no other reason whatsoever lol
Umbrak is just being his grouchy self, but at least he gets a free meal. XD
Person A and person B are relaxing, B resting their head on A's hungry stomach. A just happens to have not eaten anything all day, and it's approaching dinner-time. B decides to order take-out for the two of them since neither feel like cooking. B pulls up an online menu of A's favorite restaurant on their phone, and just as A is about to say what they want, B gently tells them not to say a word. B is going to read the entire menu out loud and show A pictures of the food, and whatever makes A's tummy growl the loudest is what they order for them to eat. A's belly lets out a loud moan. There's a lot on the menu...
Laying down with a belly full of prey.
Feeling them shift around in your stomach. Too weak to struggle at this point. They're just trying to get comfortable, or push away the encroaching stomach walls.
You notice the extra weight is making you sink a little deeper into the mattress. The pillows and bedding crumple under you, gently cushioning your burdened gut. It's cozy.
As you lounge on the bed, you gradually start to drift off. Occasionally you're pulled back into consciousness by your prey or your stomach moving. A pleased sigh escaping you as your half awake mind basks in the simple pleasure of a large meal.
Warm, safe, and well fed. You're going to get a great night of sleep.
Swallowing sequences are one of my favorite parts of vore. It's the natural conclusion to tasting any meal. It's the moment that a pred's body completely claims their prey, when the last hope of escape is crushed. The prey is turned over to — and absolutely dominated by — the automatic processes of the body.
How intimidating the throat is initially depends on the size of the prey.
For someone small enough to go down in a single gulp? The throat is an instant end. A yawning abyss that will easily claim them once their predator is done tasting them. Half of the fight is the prey getting away from the throat rather than out of the mouth. They'll spend all of their energy fighting against the jaws that make up their entire world, and simply disappear.
They're so small that they pass through like any other bite of food. Showing them how insignificant they are to the body surrounding them. The pred could've easily overpowered them at any time. None of their struggles mattered, the only thing that delayed the inevitable was their pred savoring them.
Larger prey start off with sense of disbelief. The pred is still much bigger than them; but there's no way they could get them down, right? Surely they can fight their way out of this! With each arduous gulp, the pred draws them in further and further. Progress might slow as the prey struggles, hitting their pred, lodging themself in place, holding into anything they can reach. Progress might slow, but it will not stop.
At the halfway point, they start getting more desperate. Peristalsis begins to aid the pred in swallowing. They have to grapple with the fact that they are actually going to be eaten. The prey is taken inch by inch, until the final swallow blots out the last glimpse of freedom. It's tight and warm and wet and overwhelming. They can feel the esophagus ripple around them as it drags them to their final destination. The pred follows along their progress, swallowing to hasten the prey's slow descent to their stomach. Now the hard part is over — for the pred at least.
Once someone is swallowed, their fate is sealed. It's the end of their life as a person, and the beginning of digestion. They're left at the mercy of a pred that could easily forget about them. At this point, both of them are just along for the ride.
Keeping someone well fed because you're afraid you'll be on the menu if they get too hungry
It backfires because now they subconciously assosiate you with recieving food and one day you won't have enough to give them