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[theblackcandyheart]

ABOUT THIS BLOG

Hello everyone! This is the fatal, 18+ sideblog of @theredcandyheart. A while ago, I made the decision to split the content of my blog into two; this sideblog will contain fatal vore and graphic descriptions.

Oh, and by the way...

MINORS STAY AWAY!

This blog is NSFW. Apparently the +18 isn't enough for some people.

If you follow this blog (or my main) PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE have your age in your bio. I will block anyone who isn't old enough.

ABOUT ME:

Age: 22

Call me: Candy/Red

Pronouns: She/Her/They/Them/It/Its

What you WILL find here:

-Fatal vore

-digestion

-Willing prey

-UNwilling prey

-cruel preds

-Same size/half-size/ OCCASIONAL G/T

-slight weight gain

-preds/prey of all genders

-Mostly monster preds/human prey

-Depictions of painful digestion

-themes of dom/sub dynamics

-Very, very, very, very, VERY rarely, hard vore. I have to REALLY be going through something to write that, though. Or re-reading bea.st.ars tbh

What you WON'T find:

-Sc@t/p!ss/watersports/v0mit

-Excessive gore/blood

-Inc3st/p3do/ageplay/anything like that

-feral preds/prey

-Probably no human preds either tbh

-petplay

-medicalplay

-full tour

-vore disposal

Extra:

-DNI if you are: Transphobic, homophobic, racist, p3do, etc. etc. I have high standards.

-I do not roleplay, but sometimes I might poke fun at/tease mutuals.

-IRL vore content isn't my cup of tea, so I will not be posting anything like that. Everything will be strictly fictional/fantasy.

-I AM A MASSIVE AI HATER. THIS BLOG IS ANTI-AI. No AI art or writing. Period. Everything written is authentic and from the depths of my mentally ill mind.

I ACCEPT ASKS!! That being said, I am a college student and might not have time to answer them all.

Askbox rules

Tips for tagging your posts

My Patreon

Thank you for stopping by and visiting!

[theblackcandyheart]

Thinking about how a pred's stomach stretches and pulls taut after they've devoured their meal.

They're sitting back, huffing and groaning because of the tension in their middle. It doesn't help that their prey is putting up quite a fight, too. They're jostling the pred's stomach, stretching it out even further. The tension and strain on their insides right now has the pred whining softly.

Over time, though, the prey slowly starts to lose their battle.

Constantly trying to push against a virtually impenetrable wall of flesh is a quick way to tire someone out. The pred's stomach finally settles down, turning into a soft dome of flesh. With the prey tired out and no longer fighting back, the pred's stomach is able to slowly constrict around their meal.

There's weak wiggling after the pred's stomach has tightened, but by that point, any further struggle is useless. Sometimes, there's even muffled sobbing or screaming by this stage... but nothing the prey does by this point matters.

The final nail in the coffin is the moment the pred's stomach lets out an almost exaggerated grumbling sound, followed by a weak, pained moan. Slowly, the sounds begin to ramp up in intensity. Wet gurgles and churns wrack the pred's belly.

There's no helping the prey by this point. The pred's stomach has laid claim to them. Once the pred's stomach begins churning so fast, it's already too late for the prey...

That knowledge doesn't make it any easier for bystanders, though. Especially with how the muffled whimpers of pain begin amping up in intensity...

[theblackcandyheart]

The sounds that come from a pred's stomach usually indicate what level of digestion they're at.

When they've just had a fresh meal, there's always sloshing. Their prey fights back desperately, trying to escape. At this stage, the pred's stomach only makes a few strained, quiet gurgles.

As time passes, their stomach becomes more sloshy. The gurgles begin to stop sounding strained, instead taking on a more 'wet' sound--no doubt because of the contents of their stomach becoming softer and squishier. By this point, every time the prey shoves out against the pred's stomach, it lets out a low whine.

After a few hours, their stomach has completely rounded out like a water balloon. No more movements from within, no more pesky struggling. Now, their gut is practically singing, gurgling and groaning wetly as the contents of their stomach pump through their body. There's even what sounds like muffled bubbling within, thanks to the constant shifting of their meal.

Finally, at the end of the day, there's nothing but a soft bump on the pred's middle. Nobody would've ever been able to guess that they'd just had a full living creature in there. Now, their stomach has quieted down significantly... but a low, drawn-out gurgle still sounds from their stomach, signalling that the prey fully belongs to the pred's body now, whether they liked it or not.

[ravenoussinner]

Fun fact about me: I can’t throw up.

I underwent bariatric surgery which means, besides that my digestive tract is weird as fuck now, that I physically lack the piece of my stomach that allows me to throw up. If I swallow something there’s really no way to get it back out again besides a stomach pump and even that won’t really work since I do most of my digestion in my intestines nowadays.

If you want me to devour you, you have to be ABSOLUTELY sure because there won’t be a way out

[theblackcandyheart]

Aquatic preds that go after anyone that dares venture into their territory.

Aquatic preds that cause locals to shiver whenever you dare speak their name.

Aquatic preds that are the reason why people "mysteriously" vanish into thin air.

Aquatic preds that swallow prey whole, and then lounge in their underwater lair, amused at the prey's attempts to squirm while knowing they'd drown in an instant if they somehow managed to escape.

Aquatic preds that purposely drag their meals back to the water and gulp them down while slowly trudging deeper into the water.

Aquatic pred lifting their head over water, acting cute, speaking to someone... while they keep their prey-filled stomach out of sight underwater.

Aquatic preds whose stomachs are constantly round, full, and noisy, making it hard to tell if they've eaten recently or not.

Aquatic preds.

[theblackcandyheart]

ABOUT THIS BLOG

Hello everyone! This is the fatal, 18+ sideblog of @theredcandyheart. A while ago, I made the decision to split the content of my blog into two; this sideblog will contain fatal vore and graphic descriptions.

Oh, and by the way…

MINORS STAY AWAY!

This blog is NSFW. Apparently the +18 isn’t enough for some people.

If you follow this blog (or my main) PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE have your age in your bio. I will block anyone who isn’t old enough.

ABOUT ME:

Age: 22

Call me: Candy/Red

Pronouns: She/Her/They/Them/It/Its

What you WILL find here:

-Fatal vore

-digestion

-Willing prey

-UNwilling prey

-cruel preds

-Same size/half-size/ OCCASIONAL G/T

-slight weight gain

-preds/prey of all genders

-Mostly monster preds/human prey

-Depictions of painful digestion

-themes of dom/sub dynamics

-Very, very, very, very, VERY rarely, hard vore. I have to REALLY be going through something to write that, though. Or re-reading bea.st.ars tbh

What you WON’T find:

-Sc@t/p!ss/watersports/v0mit

-Excessive gore/blood

-Inc3st/p3do/ageplay/anything like that

-feral preds/prey

-Probably no human preds either tbh

-petplay

-medicalplay

-full tour

-vore disposal

Extra:

-DNI if you are: Transphobic, homophobic, racist, p3do, etc. etc. I have high standards.

-I do not roleplay, but sometimes I might poke fun at/tease mutuals.

-IRL vore content isn’t my cup of tea, so I will not be posting anything like that. Everything will be strictly fictional/fantasy.

-I AM A MASSIVE AI HATER. THIS BLOG IS ANTI-AI. No AI art or writing. Period. Everything written is authentic and from the depths of my mentally ill mind.

I ACCEPT ASKS!! That being said, I am a college student and might not have time to answer them all.

Askbox rules

Tips for tagging your posts

My Patreon

Thank you for stopping by and visiting!

[theblackcandyheart]

*taps the "I do not roleplay" sign*

I think the wording may have confused some people so I edited it for clarity. Please be mindful that I do not do private or public roleplaying with people! Thank you 💖

[cozytummytime]

I would also like to remind adults in this space to make their Accounts 18+ if they haven't already. Do yourself and the minors a solid, please. Make your future selves proud!

[theblackcandyheart]

There's always one day of the year where everyone is allowed to break any law they want. They can break any social norm or taboo that they please. Some people just choose to hide, others choose to rob banks, others still decide to kill that ONE coworker that pisses them off...

...but the most frightening part is the predators that come out to feast.

For many people, their impenetrable fortresses, meant to keep them safe, become their very doom. They're sound proof, bullet-proof, immune to nearly every possible thing that could be thrown their way...

Unless it's a really hungry pred.

Nobody can hear someone screaming if a pred gets in. Even if they could... why would anyone risk stepping foot outside? Anything could happen. Another pred could swoop in at any time. Because of this, many poor fools end up trapped in their own home, churning into oblivion in some pred's grumbly stomach.

The aftermath is always awkward. Many people are missing. There are some lucky individuals passed out drunk, somehow managing to evade detection. The most prominent thing, though, is the amount of preds strewn about, practically in a coma, because of how much they ate. There are so many preds that everyone can hear quiet gurgling, regardless of where they are in the city.

The most frightening thing is the amount of bellies that are still active.

There's people inside of these stomachs, squirming and giving muffled cries for help. Some of them must assume that, since it's the next day, someone will rescue them.

Unfortunately, though, that's far from the truth.

If a pred successfully catches prey during a lawless time, they're allowed to keep the prey, even when the laws are re-instated.

The day after is the worst time. That's when all of the prey is still alive and fighting for their lives inside of a pred's stomach. If they're particularly fierce, they can even cause their pred's stomach to shift and bulge out.

(This usually pulls a pleasured moan out of the pred, and sometimes, their knees even buckle from the sensation. Sometimes, if a prey is especially fierce, they can immobilize the pred from how good it feels.)

As the week progresses, most preds have their stomachs begin to round out, letting off satisfied, contented gurgles. There's only a few prey that are able to last that long, putting up one last fight... but their determined struggles are snuffed out with prolonged, meaty gurgles.

By the end of the week, the only signs that anything happened at all is the amount of people walking around with soft, plushy bellies. The population is thinner, too... but nobody dares to talk about that part.

[theblackcandyheart]

Nature has its own temptations.

And right now, you lay there, covered in it and stunned at your bad luck. A massive beehive collapsed nearby, sending golden-amber waves of honey surging everywhere. You were caught in the crossfire, and now, you're absolutely drenched in it.

The thick honey oozes slowly. It's everywhere, making it hard for you to move. You know you have to, though. Already, there's footsteps approaching all around them; undoubtedly hungry beasts that want a fix. You need to get out now, before-

Something crashes through the foliage. You only catch a glimpse of it--of her--before she's easily hooking a claw into your shirt and hoisting you up. She looked like she may be a wasp lady of some kind, or maybe a mantis?

When you look down, your eyes immediately land on her parted jaws. Your breathing quickens fearfully, but thanks to the thick coating of honey on your body, you can hardly move as she lowers you into her mouth feet first.

Her throat opens up, and she begins gulping greedily. Within moments, you're sealed away in her gut. It happens so fast that you've hardly any time to react.

You sit there, dazed and confused, until you feel thick globs oozing onto you and filling the space around you.

More honey, you realize. The sugary, flowery smell fills the air. It's so thick that it's almost nauseated.

The honey rises. More. More. It covers your legs now. Soon, it's all the way up to your shoulders and climbing up to your neck.

You realize: she has no intentions of stopping. And soon, you're going to run out of breathing room...

[theblackcandyheart]

There's always that one moment after it happens, that one moment of trepidation and uncertainty. A moment where they have to sit there, frozen, and think, did that really just happen to me?

It's always the pred's favorite part. They can practically hear the gears turning in their prey's head. They can feel the moment they start to shake violently and even cry. The moment where that realization settles in is the best part. That one, special little realization for the prey:

You've been eaten.

That moment of realization always hits differently for each prey. Some start hyperventilating and crying. Others begin to scream. Even more begin to trash around and fight back, which unbeknownst to them, only speeds up the inevitable. It also feels really, really good to the pred, who groans and clenches their fists every time the prey pushes out.

After a while, there's a second realization that settles in for the prey: you're being digested. Some prey have this realization as soon as they have the first one, but others only realize what's going on as soon as they hear deep, wet gurgles begin to emanate around them. It only gets worse as the wrinkly walls around them begin to flutter to life and undulate around the prey, flexing eagerly as stomach acid begins to ooze out around them.

...And then, finally, when the stomach acid has risen enough to tickle the prey's neck, threatening to cut off their oxygen, they have their final realization.

There's no escape.

[theblackcandyheart]

Thinking about a princess who sneaks out at night and becomes fast friends with a dragon. The dragon is actually a sweetheart, but everyone is frightened of her, with knights even attempting to kill her. Meanwhile, the princess' life is rather terrible, contrary to popular belief. Her time and future ate heavily policed by her parents. They're even planning to find some prince or noble for her to marry.

Unless, of course, she can stop them, and she's got a plan in mind. The princess is going to recruit the dragon for help.

They discuss their plan. The dragon is hesitant, because she doesn't want this to ruin her chances of living in the kingdom. But it won't, the princess will make sure of that.

She sneaks the dragon into the castle under the cover of darkness. Many people envisioned dragons to be as big as mountains, but in this case, that was far from true. To the princess, it felt like she was walking alongside a really large horse. The dragon's eyes darted around nervously, but the princess knew where to go. Under the cover of the night, she guided the dragon to the king and queen's quarters.

They never stood a chance. The princess opens the door to her parent's quarters, allowing the dragon to slip in, and then shuts the door behind her.

It's silent. Really, really silent. The princess wonders if the dragon is actually going to do anything, so she presses her ear to the door just in time to hear movement. Footsteps, talons clicking quietly on the floor... and then...

Chomp.

Glrnk. Glrrrrrrrrk. Glp.

A new, quieter sound starts from somewhere in the room.

"Mmmmf! HMMMP MMMMF!"

One down, the princess realizes.

There's a burst of frenzied shuffling, followed promptly by another chomp. The princess opens the door just in time to see the dragon tipping her head up and furrowing her brows in concentration. A large bulge slides down her throat, disappearing past her chest, and then pooling into her stomach.

There's a flurry of emotions the princess feels as the dragon turns to look at her, but she knows that first and foremost, they need to get out. With that thought, the princess guides the dragon back out of the castle. They make the journey back to the dragon's lair, although this time, it's much more arduous for the dragon.

Once they reach the lair, the dragon flops onto her side, panting. Her stomach is extremely swollen, bulging out and squirming as the king and queen squirm inside of it. To the princess, it almost looks painful, how full the dragon is. She kneels down next to the dragon's belly and places a hand on it, massaging into it gently.

"Thank you," she murmurs. The dragon lays still for a second, panting still. Her tail starts thumping against the ground, wagging like a dog.

"Of course, love," the dragon purrs.

If the princess listens closely, she thinks she can faintly pick up what sounds like shouts of betrayal. Her parents must have heard her voice, recognized her touch. She can't actually tell, though. As time goes on, the dragon's stomach begins to grow louder and louder in its churning. She can't imagine the environment in there is very pleasant, to put it mildly...

On the one hand, she feels guilty for condemning her parents to this fate. This is an undignified way to go.

...But, on the other hand... the dragon looks so good with such a full belly... and the princess honestly can't wait to watch as the dragon's belly begins to shrink and change shape as digestion progresses.

[wholegrainvore]

pred who eats only willing prey but banks on them having that Realisation inside of them like hey . i dont actually want to be in here anymore this is a lot scarier than i thought. and then enjoys the ensuing squirms and struggles

[theblackcandyheart]

individual who swears up and down that they're NOT prey: "I mean, yeah, I guess if you think about it, their stomach muscles alone could've overpowered me. Could you imagine how embarrassing that situation would be?

"Because then, other people would be able to see you, to hear you. They'd be able to witness you lose that fight in real time. On top of that, the pred isn't even actively controlling their stomach muscles. You're so little of a concern that they can let themselves go on autopilot. If you scream, people will know it's you, y'know? I would honestly rather just keep quiet and own it. I wouldn't want the embarrassment of being so easily forced into submission. At least then, any embarrassment would disappear in their guts. I mean, I guess people would still know though, based on how the pred looks later, but I guess it depends. Like, I could end up as pudge on their stomach for someone to molest later. Isn't that insane?"

Person who asked a completely different question: -_-

[theblackcandyheart]

Digestion that's just as intense as the moment the prey is initially caught.

There's a frantic fight for survival before the pred's mouth ever even touches the prey. Locking their jaws around the prey is challenging, and the effort it takes to swallow? Excruciating. Every hard swallow was a battle; the prey fought back, surging up against the pred's throat muscles, bucking, fighting, trying to escape. The pred nearly choked and coughed them up. It took downing a glass of water to get the prey to lose their grip and slip down into the pred's stomach.

The moment the pred's throat was empty, they thought they'd won. Their belly was full; round, plump, swollen, practically glowing... it was the idyllic shape for a pred's belly; round, soft, and full.

...But the fight wasn't over yet.

The prey surges back into action with a vengeance, kicking and thrashing around in the pred's stomach. The bulging and straining on their skin causes the pred's stomach to cramp up. They're powerless to do anything but collapse to their knees as their stomach writhes and strains out.

They're not sure if prey is actually capable of escaping. It's never happened before, but it's feeling like it could be a possibility now. Their skin keeps stretching and straining, and the pred is worried that it'll split at any moment, and that the pred will be left torn open...

The best they can do to fight back is to flex their stomach muscles and squeeze down. Their stomach clenches in on the prey, smothering every inch of their skin. On the outside, the pred's stomach looks like that perfect dome of flesh again, but on the inside, the pred can feel every inch, every contour of the prey's body.

There's a fierce struggle against the pred's stomach, but with the prey being held so tightly, they can only manage some slight wriggling. It shows as light jiggles in the pred's stomach, and it even produces some sloshes.

Their movements become more jerky and panicked. With the pred's stomach being clenched, the prey is being smothered. They can't breathe. They can't move. Their escalated struggle tells the pred that they're panicking. They're almost out of time.

The pred's abdominal muscles are starting to ache from how tightly they're flexing, but they have to do this to keep the prey in place. Their panicked struggle continues for a few minutes, but then comes to an abrupt stop. For a second, the pred wonders if they squeezed the prey to death, but after a few seconds, they realize that they can feel the prey twitching. They're just unconscious.

With a sigh of relief, the pred lets go, letting their stomach swell and sag again. It's good that they didn't accidentally kill the prey just then. It would've been such a waste to not be able to enjoy them properly. They need the prey to be awake with them. They need to be able to tease the prey, to run their hand over their stomach and feel the way they squirm away, to emphasize how the prey is becoming one with the pred...

But most importantly, the pred really, really wants to make sure that the prey knows... they're struggling against the very flesh that they're dissolving into.

[theblackcandyheart]

Arrogant, outgoing pred that's confident in their abilities; they think they can stomach everything the world throws at them, one way or another.

Prey that's proud of themselves for having never gotten trapped in a stomach.

They slowly start meeting each other more and more. Maybe they move in the same circles or have the same job. Maybe the prey came in to fill a position that was left vacant rather suddenly... either way, when these two meet, it turns into a silent cold war. The prey does everything in their power to stay away while the pred tries to get close, driven by hunger. Their stomach growls anytime the prey walks past, and their mouth waters. They just can't help themselves; they really, REALLY want this prey...

Then, one day, the prey makes a terrible mistake. They turn their back on the pred and confidently say, "I don't think you could stomach me."

Those words trigger something deep within the pred. They're being deliberately challenged, goaded, and now, they cannot back down. The prey has just sealed their fate, rules and social etiquette be damned.

They lunge forward in a quick flurry of motion, grabbing the prey by the shoulders and yanking them back into a supply closet. Their hand flies up and covers the prey's mouth as they start to shout for help, leaving the prey's cries as high-pitched muffled grunts. The pred chuckles before closing and locking the door.

Now, any chance of rescue is slim to none.

The pred starts with the prey's head, opening their jaws wide. The prey freezes, staring up into the pred's maw. Finally, tears start to well up in their eyes and roll down their cheeks, and when they do, the pred shoves the prey into their mouth.

The process of consuming a meal was never very long for the pred. Powerful throat muscles yank the prey in quickly, shoving them down, down, down until they're pushed into the pred's cramped stomach. The pred lets out a shocked gasp as their stomach abruptly balloons out, pressing tight against the door of the closet. There's hardly any room to move around; all the pred can do is angle their stomach away from the door, and then, slowly take a seat.

Normally, devouring someone in public is a crime. Everyone knows this. If anyone had been privy to what's just happened, they'd be scrambling to save the prey and admonish the pred, perhaps even toss them into jail...

But nobody knows.

They're tucked away in a supply closet that's hardly used. Most people probably walk by too fast to even realize there's sounds coming from the room. Nobody can hear the prey, even with how the prey is crying out for help...

Slowly, the pred traced circles over the skin of their distended stomach. The dome of flesh is writhing and contorting something fierce; the prey within is a valiant fighter...

What the prey doesn't realize, though, is their fighting does absolutely nothing.

It doesn't give the pred an upset stomach. It doesn't hurt them. It doesn't even hinder them at all. In fact, it only makes the pred feel really, really good.

The best part of all is when they get to lean down and whisper to the prey, taunting them. Teasing them. Freedom is so close, if they could just escape, get to the door...

Oh, but they can't, because they thought the pred couldn't "stomach" them.

They'll never be making that mistake again... not that they'll get the chance to, of course.

[nomstellations]

Sliding down a predator's throat for the night to sleep, having the warm walls snugly churn around you through the night, and waking up reformed and refreshed to cuddle up against the plump belly you fed the night before

[nomstellations]

Sliding down a predator's throat for the night to sleep, having the warm walls snugly churn around you through the night, and waking up reformed and refreshed to cuddle up against the plump belly you fed the night before