#tw vore

[shelternmberone]

heartburn

[trans-sapphic-mess]

Trans girl who loves pregnancy but hates the idea of actually having kids x slime girl who loves warm, damp, confined places like her lover's insides and regularly makes her girlfriend "pregnant"

[theredcandyheart]

It's kind of weird to explain it... but... i guess you can think of it like... a sleeping bag? A pouch?

My love, you'll be safe. I promise. I just... I don't want to be alone tonight. And it's going to get so cold... you humans aren't well-suited for that, y'know?

Alright, point made, yes?

Come here.

You're nervous as you approach. I let my mouth fall open, I let you look inside and even feel it. My teeth, tongue, lips. Don't worry, I would never use my teeth on you, but yes, I know they're sharp and scary... and yes, I know, peering down my throat is probably really scary, too. Please, don't be afraid.

You take a deep breath. "Okay. I'm ready," You say.

Gently, I take your hands and I hold them up to my lips, delicately kissing your knuckles, before opening my mouth and guiding your hands in. I can't help but to taste your hands, palms, fingers. Salty but kind of sweet, too.

I slowly suck your hands deeper into my mouth, and then, when I feel your fingers brush the back of my throat, I make the first swallow.

You gasp as you're suddenly pulled a lot further in. It gets a lot warmer down my throat, and the pressure is even a little uncomfortable, but it won't last long. You'll be okay.

...Well, maybe I should've warned you to hold your breath, but my point still stands; you'll be fine.

The next couple of swallows happen a lot faster than I mean for them to. I can't help it; you're just so tasty and tender, and it feels good to have you sliding down my throat...

After a few moments, you land in the pouch I was telling you about. It's not quite my stomach; instead, it's an extra organ that holds food until I need it. In this case, though, you'll be going back the way you came. Many others haven't been so lucky... but I could never do anything to harm you. I love you.

I feel you squirm around a little, and then, curl up, letting out a quiet sigh. It's so quiet for a moment that I'm pretty sure I can't hear you, until I feel your hand print, and then, very quietly, I hear you speak.

"I can hear your heartbeat."

I smile, and place a clawed hand over the spot where I can feel your hand at. Don't worry, my love. I'll keep you warm and safe tonight. You have my word.

[theblackcandyheart]

So heavy...

The pred's lying back in bed, having sunk deep into the mattress, pillows and blankets that surround them. The only thing peeking out past the mountain of pillows is their engorged stomach... a massive dome of flesh which is so heavy...

Meaty gurgles and glorps sound as the pred's stomach occasionally wiggles and juts out abruptly. Whatever is in there isn't happy about their predicament. By now, though, they've been in there for hours, and they're exhausted, on the verge of succumbing to the pred's stomach. The pred isn't even trying to stimulate digestion any further; they're just idly running their hands up and down their overstuffed belly, too completely blissed out to do anything else.

The only things the pred can think about is their prey. So heavy in their core... but it feels so good to feel their prey go from a creature, squirming and thrashing against their wrinkly stomach walls, to a submissive ball of meat, with no choice but to sit heavily in the pred's gut as they take their time digesting the prey slowly...

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

Preds struggling to swallow ♡♡♡♡

[teal-fiend]

Your life-long nemesis eats you at last. They are ecstatic. They tease you, telling you that you are just their food now. Just a tasty dinner. And that it's crazy how you are in their stomach, you could have died in any other way, but no, you will be digested. By them. They will make sure everyone knows exactly what happened to you. Their stomach will churn you up, you will be pushed through their intestines. No body else will get credit for that.

You will be digested by them for no other reason than the fact that you were their enemy. This is the natural consequence. Being their enemy, this is where you end up. An undignified end, treated as food for their body. Nothing close to being equals.

You feel them patting, rubbing their stomach. Obviously overjoyed. So happy to have finally defeated you. You feel their heart race, quick beating from overhead. Their body ecstatic, their mind and stomach both over excited at the prospect of digesting you.

You hear them say,

Mmmf… God, you're heavy in there…

They brag about winning, but their stomach is gurgling louder now so you cant hear them as easily. You feel them flop down, belly swaying, and you feels hands on the outside of the stomach, rubbing, kneading your form.

They tell you how satisfying that was. A good meal. A bit heavy, but oh, very satiating.

Their breathing slows, they sound a little sleepier now. They thumb at their belly, tracing patterns more gently now, idly, eyes half lidded. The predator suddenly having lost their previous mad energy. They laugh quietly, lick their lips, and yawn

[itsy-tidbit]

I forgot to post this one-

[kitsune-pop]

thinking about preds with big, sloshy bellies

when the prey is mostly digested and pretty much just goop in the belly, but that used to be a whole person, so it's going to take a while for the body to process it

a pred sitting up from a nap and feeling their belly churn and gurgle, the wet sounds of their prey getting pushed through their intestines gurgling quietly

a pred who has to throw on pants, squishing their pliant belly to button their jeans

a pred whose tummy is morphed by their steering wheel as they head home from work, fighting back hiccups from the pressure

a pred who gets to lean back as someone rubs and plays with their belly, squishing and jiggling it, feeling how heavy it is despite so much having been digested

and a hapless prey who gets grabbed by a greedy pred, sent down into the half-digested goop that used to be a person, knowing that soon enough they'll be melted and mixed into the slurry, indistinguishable from the first prey...