#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]

My love, you don't have to be afraid anymore. The monster's gone. As long as I'm with you, I won't let a single monster lay a claw on you. I know it's hard to believe sometimes. I'm a monster myself. But I promise, what we have is special.

Oh, you poor thing. You're shivering. Terrified. Why don't I fix you a cup of tea, and then-

...I beg your pardon?

Oh... so... that's what you want? Are you sure...? That monster nearly did the same thing to you, so I thought-

...Well, okay. If you insist.

Your hands reach up, grazing my lips, and then they gently push into my mouth. My tongue lightly brushes against your hand, taking note of the flavor and texture. I can't help myself; my mouth waters a little, and I part my jaws, holding them wide open for you to stare into. I've heard people describing the feelings that flow through them as they stare down a pred's throat... but I can only try and guess what you're thinking and feeling. You still seem a little shaken up from the monster that tried to attack you, but-

My thoughts come to a screeching halt when you push yourself in. Your head hits my soft palette as you push insistently, and, on instinct, I swallow.

Once. Twice. Thrice.

...And then, finally, a deep, slow gulp pulls you in fully. My throat bulges out as you glide down into my body, and finally, you land in my stomach.

Monsters like us have a very sophisticated understanding of our own bodies. It's to the point that we can control our own digestion. It's admittedly a little hard; sometimes, it's like trying not to blink when you've held your eyes open for a while. Having prey in our stomachs just feels so good, and their squirmy little movements causes our stomach to send chemical signals to the brain, begging to start the pleasurable process of digestion...

But to you, I would never. You're too valuable, too precious. I'll do everything it takes to keep you safe, you have my word.

I rest my clawed hands on my distended belly, blowing out a breath at how good it feels to be full. I can't hope to understand what's so comforting about being in there... but if it makes you happy, I'll happily heft you around in my gut until the end of time.

[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...