#accidental vore

[bigboss--bignaturals]

mannnn they keep eating my freaking weebs can't have shit in sh.adow mo.ses...

[tastylittlepixie]

the amount of times I've zoned out while flying and accidentally crashed into a slimegirl is so hopelessly embarrassing

like this isn't even a coy "it was an accident (but not really)" thing I genuinely just lose track of where I'm going and then suddenly I'm just a pair of legs sticking out of a slimegirl before she pulls me in fully

sometimes they'll notice. in that situation it's usually a 50/50 chance on whether I'm let out. other times though, the girl I'm sinking into will be so engrossed with whatever she was going that I'm just nutrients at that point, barley noticed or acknowledged

not that im really complaining...

[lego-eater]

need more accidental vore

klutz non-pred trips and swallows me whole

theyre not really sure what to do, they dont eat people

theyre really nervous and its super cute

[hooter-n-company]

Who is the most apologetic when it comes to accidental vore scenarios?

Well, since the title of this piece on FA is literally "Sorry..." and is based on an ancient RP with this exact premise, I have to go with the floof noodle on this one. He's a mischievous dragon, but when a friend plummets down his gullet by accident, that leaves him a bit flustered.

Technically @belliesandburps' knight character has a cameo here, even if you can't see him. XD

[dine-on-darling2]

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!”

[cozytummytime]

Some accidental vore, weeee!

[infernalmoonchris]

There once was a lady who swallowed a phone… (Female Pred, Multiple Prey, OV+AV, Object Vore, Disposal, Male and Female Prey, Accidental Vore)

“So…can you help me?”

Jess Evans set her hands on her hips, clearly exasperated and out of options. Emanating from her chubby belly was the clear sound of her ringtone. “Jeez, okay okay! Fine! Don’t say I never do anything for you…”

Jess’s roommate sighed and rolled up her sleeve. Her arms were longer, luckily, so in theory it should be easy to retrieve her roommates phone….

Jess had opened her mouth wide, wider than her roommate had ever seen before. Tentatively, the roommate stuck her hand and then arm down Jess’s throat. The ease at which her body excepted her arm told her exactly how Jess managed to swallow her phone like this. After pushing through what she imagined was the end of her esophagus, the roommate gasped in excitement. “Ah! There it is! Just gotta get a good grip annnnndddd…”

HIC-SHLURP

Jessica always had a particularly strong reflexive swallow. This isn’t even the first time she’s had to save her phone from her stomach. It was the first time, however, she swallowed the person going to retrieve it…

“O-Oh no! Crap! I’m so stupid!” She exclaimed, recovering from the slight aroused haze that came with gulping down her roommate. Her former double belly had been fully rounded out as her roommate was forced into a fetal position. The bulge of her head just below Jess’s breasts. “Hold on! I-I’ll get some help!”

And so Jessica Evans enlisted another friend to help. A pink slime girl, to grab her roommate, and her phone! The slime girl listened to Jess’s story with little shock or surprise. Having to retrieve items from inside her own body was something the slime girl was very much familiar with. She accepted Jess’s request with ease and wasted no time in shoving a stick and sweet slimy arm down Jess’s throat. “This’ll be no problem, sweetie, just relax your throat and I’ll have your roomie out in no time!”

The slime girl had found the roommate’s head easily and carefully morphed her arm into a tentacle to wrap around the girl within. Unfortunately, the plan ended there. As another hiccup and several reflexive gulps sent the pink slime girl down with the roommate. Two friends gulped down, all in hopes to find Jess’s phone.

The pleasured haze took even longer to subside as the slime girl rounded out Jess’s bulging stomach. She could feel her roommate struggle and thrash against the slime, it made Jess panic! She had to save them!

And so, she enlisted some more help. This time, in the form of her good friend and old classmate, a harpy man. Though he was a full head taller than her, he had strong taloned feet that will surely help keep him grounded as he pulls out her other friends. He took a little more convincing, seeing as her belly jutted out a full six feet from her body. “Just relax, my friend, no sudden movements. If I can pull out your roommate first, we can work on getting the slime out aft-l

GLOMPH ULP GLK

This time, Jess had to stir out of a pleasure induce blackout. The harpy had underestimated his friend’s gulp reflex and was now upside down in a pool of pink slime girl. All within Jess’s now gargantuan stomach. It was no all but impossible for her to go to another friend’s house…luckily the harpy left his phone open on the table!

“Please help…I don’t know how much time they have left! I think my roommate slipped into my intestines before you got here…” Jess explained woefully, earning a saddened look from the lamia whom she invited over to the harpy’s house.

“Hey hey, now, don’t cry hun! So you’ve accidentally swallowed some friends, I’ve done that plenty of times! The trick is to go a different way once your body is already on a roll in the front door.” The lamia smiled, slithering around Jess’s stationary form until she was behind the engorged woman. “And you said your friend is in your intestines already so this should be no problem!”

The tip of the lamia’s tail slithered around Jess’s bottoms and prepped for the operation. “Is this okay, hun?” She asked, wanting to get express consent first before going to save her friends. “Yes! Yes, absolutely! Do whatever you need to, just save them please!”

With consent and a purpose, the lamia pushed her tail between the human woman’s cheeks. Already, her tail had slithered through Jess’s large intestine and began rooting through the small intestine. “The good thing about the back door is that gulping is exceedingly rare! So I should be more than-“

It was midnight by the time that Jess woke up. Yet another orgasmic blackout, this time lasting for hours. She looked sadly down to her writhing and rippling stomach. The lamia dominated her insides, making her look like a literal enlarged sack of snakes. She realized now that she probably should have warned the lamia that she was capable of swallowing down there…

There was so much activity inside her that she couldn’t even feel the ringtone of her phone anymore. Likely digested already. She moaned, half out of pleasure and half out of frustration and anger. How could she be so foolish as to literally drag her friends into this? She had one more card to play and the familiar hoofbeats outside the house told her that he had arrived.

“So you swallowed your roommate to get your phone, swallowed your slime friend to get your roommate, swallowed a harpy to get the slime, and swallowed the lamia to get the harpy? I don’t like where this is going…” The centaur huffed, clearly unsure about the woman’s request. “Please! They’ll die in there unless we do something and I’m out of friends who can help! I need you!” She supported her case with a pair of watery eyes, she was out of options of friends. Unless she wanted to drag her family into this (and likely into her…) then this would have to be enough.

Lucky for Jess, centaurs have a strong sense of honor and justice. He nodded along and raised a hand to placate her frantic worries. “Don’t worry about it, Jessica. I see your concern and your frustration. I promise, I will not fail you. You’ll have your friends back and will be laughing about this whole thing one day!”

The centaur wasted no time and shoving his arms into Jess’s throat. He had the longest reach and the biggest body. There’s no way she’d be able to swallow him even if she tried. Right?

“Ah ha! I’ve got a hold of the lamia! Seems she made it into your stomach proper after a trip through your intestines…hold tight! I’ll have you out in a moment! Just need to adjust my footing and…”

He slipped. The slime girl had left some of her slimy residue on the floor before Jess gulped her down. The centaur, so sure footed, did not see nor predict the slick surface below him. And so, shot down Jess’s throat in a rush of confused horse.

Her jaw and esophagus hurt. Her stomach was stretched taut and occupied the majority of the living room. Below her pale and reddened skin, Jess saw the forms of her frantic and terrified friends. It was well after midnight now and she had nobody else to call. Jessica was tired, exhausted after a full day of eating and surprised orgasms. She felt sleep, real sleep, pull at her consciousness.

Jess rubbed over the softening bulges of her friends, sad that this was the outcome of an innocent mistake.

After swallowing her phone on accident, she ate her roommate. To save her roommate, she swallowed the slime. To save the slime, she swallowed the harpy. To save the harpy, she swallowed the lamia. To save the lamia, she swallowed the centaur. And now, all of them bubbled away in Jessica’s stomach. This was the most she had ever eaten and hopefully will ever eat…

Next time, she’ll just leave her phone in her stomach and not risk her friends. Jess dwelled on this thought as she drifted off to sleep, the roaring happy sounds of her stomachs rampant digestion lulled her to sleep.

TWO WEEKS LATER…

Jessica Evans was holy unrecognizable. If anyone who knew her had seen her now, in her bathroom, they’d be shocked at how different she looked. Jess had always been fat but this was well past that. And her stomach wasn’t even finished with her friends. Her former friends, that is. Shes been dumping them for days now and even since the first day of disposing of them, she’s grown dramatically.

Now, her ass spills over both sides of her poor toilet. Every shift and movement made the porcelain throne creak scarily. Ahead of her was her belly, which touched the floor with ease. It was far smaller than before but it was still imposingly massive. And the skeletons of a lamia and centaur made the pale orb look grim and scary, even to Jess.

If she had to guess, by the way this particular skeleton felt as it vacated her body, she was dumping the harpy. The bones felt brittle between her cheeks and she felt some snap and crunch with each strained effort to push out another monstrous log. Her stomach sloshed and rumbled sickly, unhappy now that it had drained every last bit of nutrients and meat from the corpses. All that remained was their bones and enough waste to fill several bathtubs. The centaur alone was going to be a full day of effort…she wasn’t looking forward to that.

With a squeeze, another log dropped into the toilet. And a ringtone played. Her ringtone.

Her phone had finally passed through, miraculously surviving the trip and with battery still. She sighed. Not out of relief or anger but out of utter exhaustion.

She was shitting out her best friend’s bodies and skeletons, all because she accidentally swallowed her phone.

END

(Hey yall! Hopefully this sounded fun! I got inspired by the original poem “there once was an old lady who swallowed a fly” and further inspired by that Vore comic that came out with the same title a couple years ago! So I decided to make a short little story about it but with a much darker ending! I was also going to try and make it rhyme like the original poem buuuuuuut I quickly realized my rhyming skills suck. Let me know if you have any suggestions or requests for stories, I’m also happy to work out my writing muscles!!)

[kitsune-pop]

Cock vore where the cock has a complete mind of it's own. Big sis teasing little sis, giving a kiss to the tip of her cock when it starts to wrap around her and there's nothing either of them can do about it.

omg I love compulsive eating in vore!

like, maybe the pred is weak willed, maybe they're just so used to feeding their body they don't even know how to let someone out, but I love it when it's game over for prey the second they're caught!

the idea of big sis panting and trembling as her beloved baby sister goes down on her, knowing exactly how dangerous her cock is... being unable to resist when her sister starts flirting, her cock throbbing in anticipation for a meal...

trying so hard to hold back, to control herself, but as soon as her little sister's lips kiss her tip big sis knows it's over. her cussing and screaming as her cock expands, engulfing her perfect little sister's face, dropping to her knees at the sensation of pulling her into her sensitive bell, gasping and crying out as she tries to tug her sister out, but the friction just makes her dick pull harder...

leaned against the foot of the bed, desperately trying to jerk off, begging and pleading her body to cum before her sister gets melted into spunk, having the hardest orgasm of her life... and only seeing a wet splatter on the wall in front of her