#vore fic

[bigdaddyguapo]

Just the best-vores-ever

[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

[mrjvore]

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[marieyoukaibait]

Orca Exhibition - Vore Microfic

(Contents: safe vore, willing vore, second person prey pov, orca monster girl predator, exhibitionism kink in the context of vore)

You're working at a big entertainment place - a mix between an outdoors aquarium and marine zoo, and a theme park. You only have a small job there, nothing fancy - a janitor, maintenance worker, something simple - but it's a nice, cozy, and relatively well-paying job. The park's main exhibitions, or rather, performer, is a massive orca girl who entertains people by doing choreographed swimming, showing off her strength and agility, all while a presenter explains orca history, biology, and such to the crowd. And you happen to have befriended her! It's all going pretty good and relaxed until she starts teasing you about how easy it'd be to eat you, and your reactions give away that maybe you wouldn't really mind that at all........ But she doesn't say anything. Yet.

Then, a couple days later, your boss comes to you with this brand new idea! Apparently, your orca colleague had this brilliant idea for a thrilling, captivating new show that will be sure to give plenty of advertisement! It's a simple act with little expenses, too! She just needs a volunteer to play the part of the...... 'prey', in a live feeding sequence where she'd show off how orcas can so easily swallow even people whole! Oh and, she also mentioned that you've been really wanting to get included in a new performance, so that's the perfect debut for you! And of course, you'll get a bonus for your part...........

....... A few days later, there comes the big show. The seats in front of the big, transparent open enclosure are filled to the brim, some people even standing up, as they all listen intently to the demonstrator explaining orca biology, their diet in the wild, and old stories of sailors getting gobbled up in front of their friends....... All while your friend stares and smirks at you, clearly noticing you fidgeting and blushing already... And then the time comes. You are dropped from a platform directly into the water, and you can hear the gasps and murmurs in the crowd as they get ready to see someone get swallowed alive, for real, right in front of them. Your orca friend makes sure to give them a show before, too! She plays around with you, pulling you underwater (thankfully, you know how to swim and hold your breath), destabilizing you with movements of her tail, even creating a small whirlpool by swimming really fast in loops around you!

And then comes the Big Moment. She stops playing around, and just swims in a slow, deliberate circle around you... Everyone watches in anticipation, and she gives you a wink at an angle where no one can see it... And then... She grabs you. Two big webbed hands, grasping around your body, exhausted from all the swimming, and holding you up in front of the crowd. Slowly, making sure that everyone can really take in the moment, she opens her maw, revealing sharp, white teeth, and her open gullet, leading to an abyss of flesh of muscles... You feel her tongue push itself against you, taking time to get as much flavor as she can as your face is pushed against the slimy, warm muscle. You can't help but let out a little pathetic noise, but thankfully - the crowd is too far away to hear you. You can hear their gasps and whispers, though. They really seem enraptured with the show...

Satisfied with tasting you, your orca friend flips you, front towards the crowd, and lifts you up a little - your feet right above her maw. She smiles widely as she opens up again, and starts to lower you within. You were instructed to struggle, for the show, but even if you weren't so tired from the 'play' before... You know you wouldn't. You look at the crowd and... Oh gosh, they're all watching. Phones are taken out to snap pictures and record every second of what's currently happening, as your face reddens from the feeling of muscles pulling on your legs, drawing you deeper and deeper, and the fact that an entire crowd is watching as you pathetically attempt to squirm and hide your dumb, enthusiastic smile and little moans. It's not like you can protest, you did sign up for this, and... And...

You really want this. To be eaten by your friend, in front of everyone. To play the role of prey, of a victim, of just food. To know that this is how people are seeing you - yes, you are a person, yes, you are a performer in this show... But in this moment, to the entire world, you are an orca's meal... And you know some people are noticing how much you're enjoying this.

You feel your friend's tongue wrap around you once more, and drag you deeper. She shifts as your head slides halfway past her teeth, giving the crowd a full view of your face at the threshold of her jaw... She pauses, letting everyone hold their breath as they stare directly at you, phones and cameras recording you... And then...

GULP.

With just one strong, powerful swallow, your entire body is dragged down, deeper and deeper within her. Into her depths. It's so much faster than you'd have expected -- she clearly was holding herself back. Those muscles expertly drag you down towards her stomach - there is no doubt about it, her body was made to devour prey - prey like you.

As you enter her stomach, breathing its thick air, feeling the muscles all around you tighten a little as they sense a new arrival, you hear the muffled roar and applause of the crowd outside. You can't see it, of course, but your orca friend has given them a really good view of her empty maw, proving that yes, indeed, they just witnessed someone being devoured alive right in front of their eyes! What an exciting and amazing experience!

The main announcer reassures everyone that this is all legal and safe, of course, and you were a fully willing volunteer for everything that just happened. You can't hear her voice, separated by muscle, flesh, fat, and water, but you can hear and feel the purrs of contentment from your friend as she slowly strokes her belly, the weight of her hand adding to the pressure of her stomachs as you let out more of your pathetic little moans and whimpers... Now only for you and her to hear. She tunes out the usual speech about conservation efforts and the importance of living in peaceful coexistence with predator species as she just focuses on you, now - no longer an item to show to the crowd, but hers to enjoy. All hers.

The show is a success! When you eventually come out, you'll be praised by everyone, and informed that there's already hundreds of thousands of views on some of those videos and pictures, and better yet, you've even made it into the news! The park has received unanimously great reviews and praise for an exciting, thrilling show that allows people to observe a great predator at work in a safe area! There's even praise for your performance in particular!

"Wow, I can't believe they got a volunteer for that! She must be really brave!" "I bet she got paid a lot to do that" "Her performance was amazing, too! The orca was great, but she really played the role of helpless victim well!" "Didn't she look like she was a little too into it..?"

Your boss praises you, and even decides to double your promised bonus - the show is sure to advertise the park and bring in a lot of people for this and the next season! And of course, if you'd like, they could also put on the show again... Tickets are sure to be sold very, very fast, after how popular today's performance was. You blush and reply with a noncomittal 'maybe' as you look over to your orca friend, staring at you the whole time, and giving you a knowing smirk.

... You have a pretty good job.

[backupaccount-1]

T/enna x Reader

A safe/soft vore fanfiction. Willing prey and pred. Around 2.200 words.

Reuploaded from my previous Account

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You bounced up and down on your spot, sitting on a table in one of the backstage rooms. You were surrounded by various cleaning supplies, plastic bottles, creams, everything a TV could desire to stay fresh and sparkling.

After a few more minutes or so, the door to the room suddenly opened and a familiar, tall, TV-headed figure stepped into the room. He had a tired expression on his face, but it quickly brightened as he spotted you sitting there, waiting for him.

"There you are, sweetheart. Got done a little earlier than I was expecting. You been waiting long?” His voice was smooth as Butter, despite the TV static noises. He was clearly delighted to see you. Still there. Still by his side.

He walked over to you and gently ruffled your hair, a small smile on his face as he looked down at you. Despite being a bit worn out from the show he just did, he still had enough energy left to dote and fuss over you.

"Were you good while I was gone? You stayed put like a good, little Star, didn't ya?” He sat down next to your tiny form, even without eyes you could tell that his gaze softened as he looked over you. He was slightly tired-looking, the weariness visible in the easily missable lines around his nose, but he was still determined to give you his usual affection, despite the exhaustion...

"You haven't been getting into any sort of trouble, have you, Sweetheart? No injuries or anything?" T/enna’s voice was soft and if you paid close attention, even a little anxious as He gently ran a hand over your head, his fingers carefully and gently running through your hair in a way that made it obvious He was afraid of harming you.

You were his precious Star, After all! If anything happened to you–

His antennae twitched slightly, his expression freezing for just a moment.

You chuckled and tried to shoo his large hand away, which was anything but easy, seeing as that your entire body fit into the palm of his hand. “No, of course not!” You exclaimed, visibly struggling to keep his fingers at bay.

The voice of his small companion shook T/enna back to reality. He chuckled softly as you tried to brush his hand off, amused by your attempts to get him to stop. He was still determined to dote on you, however, and ruffled your hair once more.

"Oh, good... I worry about you, sweetheart. You're just so... delicate, after all. Can't have you getting hurt or injured in any way, no, no, no…” He murmured the last part more to himself.

You sigh and roll your eyes. Really, sometimes his overbearing nature Was just a tad too much, among his insistence to shout a lot. But despite that, the TV Man could be very quiet and soft spoken if He wanted to.

“T/enna, I told you, I'm fine! Come on,” you insist srubbornly. It was the truth and nothing but the truth, After all.

T/enna huffed sulkily as you told him you were fine, not at all liking the idea of you trying to brush off his concern. You could tell He was frowning down at you, despite not having any eyes. His hand continued stroking your hair, his grip slightly tighter this time as he spoke.

"You say that every time, sweetheart, and every single time, I can't help but worry. You're just so small and fragile... even if you *are* fine, I still worry. You're mine, remember? I have a responsibility to *protect* you…” He reminded you, sternly and firmly as if He were talking to a naughty child.

“Yeah? Does it say you gotta take care of your employee in my contract?” You asked with a raised eyebrow.

The larger man sweat a little, his expression growing a bit flustered, his Former grumpy aura vanishing into thin air. The contract, yes… The contract. Just a very convenient excuse to keep you bound to him. He cleared his throat and tugged on his tie.

"Ah, Well… It… It Doesn't *say* it in the contract, but…” he hesitated, not entirely sure if He should be honest or not. After another moment, He decided to put his cards on the table. It wasn't like you could leave him After knowing the truth, anyway.

“But I don't need a contract to remind me to protect you. You're *mine.* You're *my* responsibility. *My* little star. *My* little darling. *I* am the one who takes care of you, and no one else,” he replied, his voice firm as stone again, clear in his intentions.

You roll your eyes and chuckle a bit. He was always a little dramatic in his declarations, but that was, at least partially, what drew you to him. It was charming, in a way, though the intense stare the TV head was giving you was just slightly unnerving.

“Yeah, Yeah… Don't you have a Show to return to?” you ask casually, trying to ignore that nagging feeling.

T/enna grumbled under his breath as you brought up the show, clearly not very happy about the reminder. His grip on you tightened even more, almost as if he was reluctant to release you.

"I..... I *do* have a show to return to, yes... but... I just... I don't want to let go of you, sweetheart... I want to hold you close to me for a little while longer,” He leaned down and rested his face against the top of your head. He held you so close to him that he almost felt like he was trying to merge the two of you together. You could feel the TV static tickling your skin, your face embraced by his White glow.

"Just a few more minutes, sweetheart... just a few more minutes with you, then I'll go back out for the show, okay...? Just a few more minutes…” T/enna said, almost whining, as if He was a dog not wanting their owner to leave.

“You know... You could take me with you... In there,” you told him, pointing to his abdomen. You two had done this a few times before but he had never taken you with him on a Show.

He let out a soft, amused huff, clearly not at all expecting you to be so upfront. He chuckled softly as he tilted his head down at you, his expression softening slightly.

"... You want to come with me...?" He seemed a little taken aback by your suggestion, but that quickly started to fade as a smirk spread across his face.

He hoisted you up into the air, his large hands holding tightly onto you and keeping you perfectly stable above his head. His smirk only widened further as he held you up like that, his gaze almost manic with excitement at the thought of bringing you along with him to the next Performance.

"Ohhhohoo, how *lovely* of an idea! You'll get to sit all nice and cozy inside me while I perform! Doesn't that sound just wonderful, sweetheart?” He seemed overjoyed by the offer, clearly more than willing to oblige.

T/enna chuckled softly to himself as he held you there, clearly already getting excited at the thought of having you nestled away inside his core, perfectly safe from harm and all to himself. He gently lowered you back down to his head and nuzzled his face against you, his smirk ever growing.

"Ohhh, I can already imagine it, sweetheart... Me up on the stage, going through the show as normal, with you all snuggled up inside my core, safe and sound... all mine,” he said dreamily, as if He could see the scene happening right now, before his very eyes.

An affectionate expression passed over his face as he continued nuzzling against you.

"You're going to be all nice and warm in there, aren't you, my darling...? My little star, all wrapped up inside me...Safe. Where you belong. All mine… All mine… mmmh…” his voice had grown softer and It was clear He was on cloud 9, his head swimming in delight.

He opened his mouth wide, his razor-sharp teeth flashing in the light as he held you over his open maw, a low, excited rumble starting to rise in his throat.

"Come on in, sweetheart," He purred, his voice low and inviting as he gently lowered you towards his open mouth.

You found yourself being slowly lowered down into the dark depths of his open maw, the inside of his mouth smooth and warm as you were slowly pushed further down into his throat. The walls of his throat pressed against you as you were pushed further down, the walls shifting and tightening around you as he continued to swallow, his movements slow and controlled. It was like being in a tight, yet strangely comfortable, tube.

His swallows were slow, deliberate, each contraction of his throat working to push you further down into his body until you finally reached his core. His stomach was warm and padded with soft cushions. Once you were completely inside, he let out a low, satisfied sigh, the deep thrum of his inner mechanics adding a soothing vibration to the already cozy environment.

Even the sounds of the outside world were muffled and distant, the bubble of his core acting like a sanctuary. You were completely sealed inside him now, safely and securely tucked away. Your tiny form was cozy and snuggly hidden away and you sigh, content and happy.

T/enna laid a hand on his abdomen, gently rubbing his belly as he let out another satisfied sigh, his body slumped in his chair, his head laid back as he reveled in the feel of you tucked safely inside of him. He could feel your every breath, could feel the wriggling of your body as you shifted, could feel your every heartbeat, and all of it made him feel utterly ecstatic.

"There you are, sweetheart… there you are… all nice and safe and cozy in my core, right where you belong....” he murmured softly, his antennae attuned to your every movement, making sure you were comfy and cozy inside.

He chuckled softly as he looked down at his distended abdomen, one hand gently running over the slight bulge that you were causing within it. He gently pressed down against the bulge, a soft gasp escaping him as he felt you shift slightly inside. His eyes were wide as he gently touched the distended bulge, almost entranced by the sight of you being so completely and utterly his.

"Ohhhh, look at this… Haha, oh, you are perfect, my little Star…” he continued to fawn over the fact He got you all to himself again.

Slowly rising to his feet, He stood in front of the mirror, his eyes immediately roaming over his appearance. He turned and twisted, examining his midsection, his eyes locked on the subtle bulge that you were causing. He gently prodded the bulge with a finger, a hint of satisfaction crossing his face as he felt you shift inside him, the sight of the small distension something that he actually found incredibly pleasing.

In his eyes, the small bulge that he was now sporting was a mark of ownership, a physical indicator that he had claimed you and that you were all his. His alone.

He continued to run a hand over the bulge, his fingers gently tracing the outline of the shape that you were making in his midsection. Despite the fact that the bulge wasn't exactly that noticeable, he couldn't help but feel incredibly proud at the fact that you were making his abdomen look like this, a sense of pride and possessive desire coursing through him as his hand continued to gently trace the outline of his belly.

It was nice and warm inside him, the heat coming off the metal walls around you, the soft cushions that were plastered all over… you couldn't help but sink into them and close your eyes.

There was a slight tremble running through the Chamber and T/enna tensed as he felt a small, unexpected burping sensation, quickly placing a hand over his mouth to try and suppress a small belch that had been pushed up by your shifting. He felt his face heat up with embarrassment, his expression sheepish as he looked down at his distended midsection.

"Oh, haha... whoops... that was... that was a little, ah... a little embarrassing..." He couldn't help but chuckle slightly, his voice sheepish as he placed his free hand back on the bulge.

There was no way you could hold back a giggle of your own. Too bad you couldn't See his face or you would be laughing even more from how Red He was turning.

“Excuse me, my little Star. I guess my ol’ stomach has to get used to you again, eh? Hehe,” T/enna said, somewhat nervously.

After you managed to calm yourself, you speak up, “You ready for the Show?” you ask.

He gave a small huff, his cheeks still slightly red. “Yes, of course I'm ready. And with you literally tucked away safe and sound inside me, how could I not be?"

He chuckled softly before patting his midsection gently. "Just make sure you stay nice and still inside there, sweetheart. I have a show to do, after all.”

You roll your eyes again. As if someone would notice, Anyway. “Alright, alright,” you Concede, trying to stay put as best you could (haha, rhyme).

T/enna straightened up and gave himself one last once over in the mirror, making sure there was no other visible evidence of you being inside him. The slight bulge was still there, but it could easily be mistaken as just a bit of extra mass or weight if you didn't look closely.

"Perfect. Now, let's not leave the audience waiting, shall we?"

With determined steps, He headed in the direction of the stage, ready to put on the best performance that he possibly could, all while knowing that he had a secret passenger tucked away in his core…

[nomstellations]

Bounty, Hunted

to celebrate my return here's the big fic i wrote for vore day this year. nearly 1.8k words of a cowboy lunching on some idiot bandit. contains a male centaur pred, soft oral vore, half/similar sized vore, and an ambiguous ending. enjoy!

Hoofbeats sounded out across the prairie, each step kicking up dust. Their owner stopped to look at the dusky sky; night would be here soon and he was no closer to the next town. So much for getting there within the day…it was a better idea to look for a safe place to camp for the night. A centaur’s stamina was something to be admired, surely, but even Arthur couldn't run all day and all night without rest.

Stars glittered in the cloudless night sky by the time he found a suitable spot. Remains of a campfire sat beneath a large rocky outcrop- if it was good enough for someone else, it'd be good enough for him for a night. While getting comfortable and rekindling the campfire, his stomach grumbled. Rations were pretty low, he'd have to go without a meal for the night…when he got to town, he resolved to have a giant meal to compensate his poor stomach. 

Settled by the fire, the centaur closed his eyes to slip into another dreamless slumber…

But it was quickly interrupted. Not even thirty minutes into trying to sleep, a rustling near his supplies caused Arthur to open his eyes.

Some two-bit bandit was rifling through his bags of supplies in the light of the dwindling campfire, chuckling to themselves as they pocketed his bag of money. Perhaps they wouldn’t have tried it if they knew what they were dealing with; at this angle the dying light made it only appear as if he was resting against his horse, not that he was the horse. The trapped camp was a clever trick- he ought to repay this little fellow in full.

“Now, what th’ hell d’you think you’re doin’, huh?”

The bandit jumped, coming face to face with a centaur nearly double their height and definitely twice as wide. Arthur wore an irritated scowl and the bandit trembled, shakily pointing his own gun at him.

“Y-you’re–! Stay back or you’re good as dead!” “Oh, come off it. I know that gun ain’t armed.”

Powerful legs took the bandit off their feet within seconds with the gun flying out of their hands. Arthur worked quickly to restrain the would-be thief, with their hands and ankles bound to prevent escape. The bounty hunter pondered his next move with his catch, ignoring the curses and swears hurled at him. He wasn’t a cruel man by any means- he wasn’t about to leave them here to die in the elements. He didn’t necessarily feel it was a good idea to just sleep with them here either, that was a good recipe for waking up dead if they found a way to escape. A low grumble from both stomachs got his attention. He did that all the time to his bounties…what made this time any different?

The bandit’s voice petered out as the centaur turned to regard them. Backlit by the embers of the fire, the smirk on his face felt not only terrifying, but...hungry.

“Now, you’re lucky I’m a man of morals.” Arthur began, slowly approaching the bandit on the ground. “I ain’t too fond of leaving people to just waste away in th’ elements. But all criminals get their due punishment, don’t you agree, stranger?” The bandit hastily nodded, clinging to the foolish belief that if they went with him, they might get out of this unscathed.

“Good. It’s still too far to th’ next town to turn ya in…but I need to make sure you don’t go scurryin’ off while I sleep. You know what that means?”

Arthur leaned down now, grabbing them by the shirt firmly. They nervously shook their head, having no idea what was in store next.

“That means I got just the jail cell for you. Go ahead n’ try to struggle, I dare you.”

Standing up to his full height, he hoisted the poor bandit up with him. His scratchy and stubbly beard parted and revealed a wide open mouth that they were shoved into before they could even scream. He took a moment to sample their flavor- much too salty for his tastes, but it’d do- and got to work trying to ease their wriggling form down his gullet. As expected, they put up a fight, thrashing this way and that in an effort to wiggle backwards out of his mouth and to safety. Strong arms and stronger throat muscles kept them pinned; as soon as their face breached his throat their fate as a centaur’s dinner was sealed.

A meal half his size was always a challenge. Stubbornly, he swallowed and gulped at them as they slowly made their way into his throat, while his hands kept a steady grip on their thrashing. The bandana he wore around his neck strained uncomfortably as their body squeezed past it, eventually coming undone and falling to the ground as another gulp pushed a particularly large bulge past it. Arthur was loath to admit it, but he enjoyed doing this. Something about the chase was thrilling, and while there was no chase to be had here the satisfying feeling of a full belly was more than enough to sate him. 

Steadily, his first stomach started to fill with its prize. The layer of fat from his celebratory whiskey binges disappeared as his middle stretched to accommodate the bandit.

All Arthur was left with was a dusty pair of shoes that he tossed aside. His stomach groaned noisily as his prey collected within, and their immediate squirming stirred up a belch. They were plenty filling, stretching his button-up to its limit and forming a visible bulge in his poncho. Sleeping on an empty stomach was no longer a problem; for a moment he considered thanking them for the free meal.

“There ya go, get nice n’ settled. Come dawn, I’ll be ridin’ out to town…I’ll figure out what to do with you then. Till then, sleep tight.” 

Retying his fallen bandana and returning to the fireside, he settled onto the ground to rest once more. His meal squirmed and struggled with everything they had, muffled curses were barely audible over his stomach’s noisy grumbles and sloshes. The feeling of being full was more than enough to put the centaur to sleep, much to his new prisoner’s dismay…

~~~

The familiar heat of the sun baking the air roused Arthur from his slumber. The sun was rising behind the outcrop he rested at, casting a long shadow ahead of him. The sun wasn’t above him- it was still morning, good. He looked down at his stomach, its occupant was now settled and his stomach quietly burbled around them. A few squirms told him they were sleeping too, but that was soon to change. Arthur got up and began to gather his things, quietly burping into his fist as the movement invariably stirred up his heavy stomach. The bandit inside stirred as well, coming to inside the stifling confines of the bounty hunter from the night before.

An attempt at a kick and a slosh from his middle got his attention, making him stop in his tracks.

“Well! Look who’s awake. Y’sleep well, stranger?” He chuckled to himself as he was treated to a barrage of insults and complaints, muffled through the layers of muscle and fat. He idly patted at his stomach, giving its occupant a massage as he spoke. “I’m about to mosey on, now. I’d say hold on t’somethin’, but…” His hand thumped over their prison. “You just settle in n’ enjoy the ride as breakfast, y’hear? Not many people get to ride with a centaur, heh…”

Their curses and grumbles at being called breakfast were cut off as Arthur started to gallop across the dusty plains once more. The poor bandit was bounced as sloshed about as he tore across the dry earth, the activity made his stomach work harder in an effort to subdue its prey. However, the movement left both parties dazed and feeling a bit sick, and Arthur soon came to a stop.

“Urgh, you ain’t sittin’ too well…” An upset burble coming from his stomach agreed with his sentiment. His occupant’s complaints were subdued, dazed from being bounced and rocked around. They shifted a bit as hands pressed at the walls from the outside, confused at what he was up to now. “Think I’m gonna shift you down…normally I wouldn’t, but you ain’t agreein’ with my stomach topside all that well. Hopin’ you sit easier on a bigger stomach…”

Topside? What did he mean by that? The bandit would quickly come to learn what he meant- all of a sudden, the stomach walls constricted tightly around their still-bound body, holding them so tightly they couldn’t wiggle even if they wanted to. Their body was pulled downwards, deeper into the centaur’s body until it finally spilled out into a wider chamber. The realization hit them- he had two stomachs, and they were currently occupying the one in the horse half of his body. It was definitely bigger than the one in his human half, and it hung low much like a hammock would.

Arthur looked at the slight bumps and bulges they created in his lower stomach before dropping the large serape back down to hide them. His stomach felt much better now that his prey was deeper down; the lower stomach was much better at handling larger meals than his upper stomach. It was where regular food went, however…but something so big and lively wasn’t likely to digest, and a helpful signpost he passed earlier told him the town wasn’t far off. Any comments or protests of theirs were too hard to hear now, so after a brief moment to let his stomach settle he started out galloping across the prairie once again.

~~~

The sun sat high in the sky when Arthur made it to town. He got some curious stares from some of the townsfolk- more in regards to how he was both man and horse than the bulge in his underside. He asked a few kind folk for some directions and where to buy rations from; an action that caused his prey to start to call out and squirm around as they realized there were other people outside. His stomach tightened slightly around them, kneading warm fluid into them as their calls went unheard over the burbles of a stomach hard at work. 

As he carried on to the general store, a bounty board caught his attention. Arthur stopped to study it, noting one of the posters had a photo of a familiar, bedraggled face.

“Hey now, would ya look at that!” Arthur’s voice carried the distinct tone of someone who was very pleasantly surprised. “Y’had a bounty after all, stranger! Now, let’s see how you’re wanted…”

[mxmvoreandstuff]

A Royal Appetite

Alex didn’t think much of it when Henry subtly walked by him with a quiet “Follow me.” It wasn’t unusual for the prince to seek privacy, as his relationship with Alex was still completely unknown to the public. Curiosity mingled in the back of Alex’s mind as he followed the prince down the long, spacious hallway. Henry led them into a lavish private chamber, the door shutting with a loud click. 

“Henry, what is this about?” Alex asked as he took in his surroundings. The room was dimly lit and full of valuable paintings from history. Henry took a step forward, his gaze never leaving Alex’s face. “I can’t hold it back anymore, I crave you, Alex.” He murmured. ”Just being in your proximity makes me famished. I need you, Alex, all of you.”  Before Alex could respond, Henry lunged forward and pulled Alex into a rough, passionate kiss. Alex could feel Henry’s muscular body pressed against him, instantly giving him a massive, raging erection. 

Henry’s hands roamed over Alex’s back, his fingers splaying across the fabric of his shirt before gripping the material and tearing it open. Buttons flew everywhere as Alex’s bare chest was exposed. Henry’s mouth immediately descended onto one of Alex’s pink nipples. He sucked and bit at the sensitive flesh, his wet mouth making wet slop sounds. “Henry…” Alex gasped, his fingers grappling at the prince’s shoulders, “Not here..”

But Henry was beyond reason, consumed by a primal hunger. He lifted Alex effortlessly, wrapping the larger man’s legs around his waist. Alex could feel the hard length of Henry’s cock pressing against his ass, separated only by the thin fabric of his pants. "Henry, please..." Alex whimpered, but his plea was cut off by a moan as Henry captured his lips in another searing kiss. The prince's tongue plundered his mouth, claiming every inch of him. Alex could taste the prince's desperation, feel the way his body trembled with barely restrained hunger.

Henry's hands made quick work of Alex's remaining clothes, tearing them away until Alex lay bare and exposed beneath him. The prince took a moment to admire the sight, his gaze raking over Alex's slender form like a physical caress. Then he was moving again, settling between Alex's spread thighs.

"Such a pretty little thing," Henry purred, his fingers trailing over Alex's hip, his stomach, his chest. "I'm going to devour every inch of you."  Alex shuddered at the promise in Henry's voice, his cock throbbing and leaking against his belly. He knew he should be frightened, but the thought of being consumed by the prince only aroused him more. Henry's fingers dipped between his legs, teasing over his entrance. Alex gasped, his back arching off the bed as Henry circled his hole with a slick, probing finger. "Please, Henry..." Alex begged, not even sure what he was asking for anymore. More, less, he didn't know. All he knew was that he needed Henry like he needed air.

Henry silenced him with another kiss, his finger pushing inside Alex's tight heat. Alex cried out into the prince's mouth, his walls clenching around the invading digit. Henry pumped it in and out, curling it to rub against that special spot inside Alex that made stars explode behind his eyelids.

While Henry fingered him, his other hand reached down to free his own aching cock. It sprang out, long and thick and already dripping with need. Alex's mouth watered at the sight, his hole fluttering around Henry's finger. The prince added a second, then a third, stretching Alex open and preparing him for what was to come.

Henry positioned himself at Alex's entrance, the blunt head of his cock pressing against his hole. Alex looked up at him with wide, trusting eyes, his chest heaving with each deep breath. Henry's eyes flashed with triumph and hunger as he met Alex's gaze.

"Mine," he growled, before thrusting forward and burying himself to the hilt inside Alex's tight asshole.

Alex screamed, his back bowing off the bed as Henry filled him. The prince set a brutal pace, pounding into him with deep, powerful thrusts. The bed creaked and shook with the force of Henry's movements, the headboard slamming against the wall.

Henry leaned down to capture Alex's lips in a wet kiss, all teeth and tongue and desperation. His hips never faltered, driving into Alex again and again. Alex could only hold on for dear life, his nails digging into Henry's shoulders as the prince took his pleasure.

It didn't take long before Henry was groaning, his thrusts becoming erratic. With a final, brutal slam of his hips, Henry threw his head back with a guttural moan, his body stiffening as his orgasm overtook him. Hot, long thick ropes of cum flooded Alex’s insides, painting his walls white. Alex could feel every pulse of Henry’s release, the prince’s cock throbbing and twitching deep inside him. 

As the last spurts of cum dripped out, Hennry’s eyes glazed over with a new hunger, he pulled out of Alex’s abused hole, a trickle of his seed leaking out to drip down Alex’s thigh. Before Alex could catch his breath, Henry grabbed him again and flipped him over. 

Suddenly, Alex felt a strange sensation. He looked over at Henry to discover his boyfriend’s lips stretching wider and wider, almost comically. 

“Henry, stop! Don’t do this- ah!” Alex’s scream cut off as Henry’s mouth engulfed his head. The prince’s lips stretched to an inhuman size to swallow him whole. Alex could feel himself being pulled in, inch by inch, Henry’s tongue and throat muscles worked together to draw him deeper. He kicked and struggled, but it was no use. Henry was swallowing him down like he was nothing more than a snack.

Within moments, Alex’s chest and waist disappeared past Henry’s lips. Henry’s throat contracted around him, muscles squeezing and rippling as he gulped Alex down. Alex could feel the prince’s heart beating around him, could feel the heat of his stomach surrounding him. It was dark, hot, tight, and insufferable. Henry's belly began to swell and bulge obscenely as he swallowed the last of Alex down. The prince's stomach stretched and expanded, rounding out into a grotesque parody of a pregnant belly. Alex could feel the tight, hot confines of Henry's insides squeezing and churning around him, digesting him from the inside out.

With a final, guttural groan, Henry sealed his lips shut and swallowed hard, gulping down the last of Alex's flailing limbs. He sat back, one hand rubbing the massive, gurgling bulge of his belly while the other pressed against his mouth, wiping away the last traces of Alex's essence.

“Ahhh,” Henry sighed in satisfaction as he patted his belly. He let out a massive, loud belch that shook the entire room to its core. 

“Pardon me,” he said, sounding almost apologetic. "That was quite...filling."

Alex would slowly lose consciousness inside of Henry’s distended stomach; he was now nothing more than food for his lover.

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[mythreality-v0re]

Sekki is a pudgy, goth goblin girl capable of swallowing low-level adventurers whole. It's more of a self-defense tactic than a method of feeding, though, as the weak acids in her belly usually aren't able to digest humans or elves. Usually timid and lacking in physical strength, if confronted by a solo fledgling adventurer, she will choose to fight instead of flee. Large and bulky for a female goblin, she relies on her wide jaws and stretchy belly in combat.

Though Sekki isn't often able to digest the victims she gulps down, a goblin's belly is still a deadly environment to be trapped inside when your stats are abysmally low. A swallowed human can only survive for a few hours at most as Sekki massages her swollen gut and belches out the gasses that bubble up from indigestion. It's a bit uncomfortable, but it's the best method for Sekki to immobilize her foes and win her battles over time.

Once gulped into her belly, a human usually runs out of HP when they can no longer breathe the toxic fumes of her bowels, or her belly manages to churn the life from them. With very weak adventurers, Sekki can occasionally digest the meat from their bodies and belch out their skeletons and loot. More often, she must regurgitate their body, vomiting out the corpse and loot after claiming her hard earned victory. Either way, she gains some EXP. Not that it has helped her level increase by much.

While she prefers the flavor of elvish girls, human men are the easiest to consume. They drop their guard and become aroused upon seeing her fat, pierced breasts swinging and the plumpness of her thighs. By pursing her painted black lips and blowing a kiss, she can usually charm them and manipulate their minds.

Sekki delights in wearing jewely crafted from the bones of her defeated enemies, adorning her ears, nose, nipples and deep naval with large bone fixtures. The hue of her pale green skin constrasted with the scarlet in her irises gives Sekki a primal and exotic flair. She tends to wear a long black ponytail and has learned how to appeal to the animalistic desires of men, a weak and inferior sex in her eyes.

She finds it funny and somewhat cute when, predictably, their eyes linger long enough on her exposed curvature for their pants to grow a hard bulge. While Sekki has experimented with taking advantage of horny humans, she prefers the male anatomy of her own kind for her pleasure and mostly seduces men simply to make them weak and much easier to gobble down into her chubby stomach. Rarely do they expect to be wholly consumed by a mere goblin, even one as fat and large as Sekki.

Many promising young adventurers have found their quest to be extremely short-lived, dying a painful death in the dark, slimy belly of a low-level monster. Sekki's gaping pink throat could be the last thing you see before finding yourself curled up in her gut, stuck and unable to do anything aside from accepting a humiliating defeat!