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Been a long few days.
If you were to ask me if I have a type, the answer is yes. Brawny blondes who are cruel and arrogant...
This one happens to be Luxen. New in development, but a constant hassle to my sleep cycle. I like the idea of a guy who thinks he's on top of the food chain and world. A little bit of a nepo-baby with a short temper and a big appetite. Doesn't really care who he uses, how he talks to others, and often takes more than he can give
Some very old ZZZ drawings I made. Tbh the android and furry designs are really really good.
Aw~ How the time pass ksdjhgbsd
This is a redraw the customer asked from one of the veeery very first sketches I offered 7 years ago on Tumblr when I started to draw O:
Hope you enjoy it as same as Zaku enjoys his meal hehehe
Don't forget like, reblo and follow me for more back-to-live drawings from the past OwO)/
Comm for anon from eka!
fat fox upon ye
do you have any tips for drawing vore? i reeeaaally like the way u draw vore bellies i wanna know how u do those ^_^
ok its kinda dependant on the look im going for with the stomach but generally, just go for a big gut thats Slightly immune to gravity (fetish porn logic bullshit) while also having rounded organic shape; readmore for the images since its kinda long
Person who keeps eating people just to hide the fact that they are pregnant and more embarrassed about that~
oh, how delectable...
and the more pregnant they are, the more they'll have to eat. the more babies they're pregnant with, the sooner they'll start indulging because they'll be showing earlier. goodness
perhaps they're embarrassed they got knocked up from a one-night stand or a party where they slept with multiple partners — however it happened, they don't know who impregnated them and, looking at that positive pregnancy test, they don't want it public that they gave into their whims so irresponsibly. so they chose to hide their pregnancy. perhaps they're chubby already, being a seasoned predator after all, so they reckon they won't show.
much to their chagrin, they're incredibly fecund. their clothes fit snug around their middle in the first trimester. their flabby belly starts to harden and round out even when empty. all early signs that more than one fledgling life is growing in their womb.
it hits them a month later when they're out shopping for larger clothes. they flag down a store associate, asking if they have a particular dress in a larger size. the employee apologizes, saying they don't, but there are similar patterns in the maternity section.
they're aghast — they've been clocked. how far along must they appear? how many other people have come to the same conclusion as this employee? worst of all, they do not want to be caught looking at maternity wear. how humiliating!
feigning offense, our pred scoops up the store associate, swallowing them swiftly. their umbrage shifts to satisfaction as the employee settles in their stomach and starts squirming in protest. their shirt rolls up from their belly as it bulges with their prey. our pred feels their bare skin and presses down on disjostled limbs, revelling in the fullness — with so many babies, this pregnancy sure has made them hungry.
someone shrieks. our pred snaps back to reality to witnesses paces away, eyes wide with terror, one of them pointing at their stomach, a stomach that no longer looks round with babies but bulging with human. eyes not pitying them but afraid of them.
our pred smirks and closes the distance to the shoppers. with each hand, they grab two persons then chomp their mouth over the head of the third. powerful throat muscles gulp and gulp 'til their second prey lands in their stomach. over the screaming and begging, they swallow the third then the fourth. the preys' pleads come out muffled under our pred's fat, to which our pred burps out those desperate exhales with a long, plangent belch.
now they're gravid, not with baby but with meat. their stomach filled with elbowing bodies covers up their swelling womb, leaving no one wise to their fertility as they march out the store, merchandise in hand. no employee interferes, not daring to join the unfortunate prey in such a happy-go-lucky predator.
our pred burps again. maybe they'll journey out before these four are done digesting, just so they don't look round just yet.