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26 • MINORS DNI • read the pinned, this blog may be all over the place but the overarching theme is tummy brainrot

[voraciously-gay]

a simple pinned post

this blog contains exclusively tummy brainrot of the vore variety

what will be on here:

-vore, vore, and more vore

-soft, fluffy things that make me all happy and fuzzy and whatnot

-spicy stuff

-some g/t probably?

-digestion

what will not be on here:

-hard vore

-emeto

-full tour

MINORS DNI

[voraciously-gay]

oh to be her

[opheliasnek]

Preys always talk about how comfy it would be to sleep in a stomach - and yeah it would be. But have you ever considered how comfortable and snuggly it is for the pred.

All ready getting a little sleepy and your S/O decides to slide down your throat.

You have to cope with the soft gentle squirming and shifting - like an internal massage. With all those gentle whimpers and moans she makes melding with the gurgles of your own satisfied belly. With the taste of her still clinging to your lips and tongue.

But above all is the delightful, almost heavenly heaviness as your taught gut heats up, carrying, loving, possessing her as you keep her safe.. and keep her yours! Sapping all your bodies remaining energy to devote entirely to processing her..

Just to wake up with her between the thighs she added to ~<3

[sneakyevillurker-deactivated202]

casual vore: network of friends that dwindles rapidly because it’s a coin toss every time some of them hang out whether someone’s getting gulped or not

LOVE tjis... like maybe at a new years party or something, they all meet up hoping to have a nice party, but everyone KNOWS and takes it as an inevitability that at a few of them of their friends are gonna end up getting melted by the nights end. It'd start off like any other party, everyone catching up and mingling with each other, but as the night goes on, inhibitions would start getting looser as someone brings out some alcohol. It'd start off fairly okay, playing games, beer pong, truth or dare, ect, but as the party goers got more and more drunk, the stakes of these games would get higher, taking a shot would graduate to strip down to your underwear, to letting someone get a get a taste of you, before someone finally decided daring to up the stakes, daring another person to stick their arm down their friends throat, which they would quickly do, everyone watching encouraging it with whoops and hollers of approval. At this point, most people would be pretty wasted, and someone would finally dare another person to get let themselves be eaten. Maybe they'd be a bit apprehensive at this dare, but a mixture of alcohol, and the other party goers urging, they'd relent, soon finding themselves sliding down a slick, wet throat, befkre curling up inside their friends alcohol filled gut, the people watching erupting as they watch the last of their friend be sealed away inside another's stomach. I imagine a bunch of hijinks like this would happen at a party where vore is pretty normal, some people hooking up, one deciding they'd rather have the other inside them in a very *different* way, massaging their stomach lovingly as they talk about how good they feel inside, an argument that bewteen two people ends with a satisfied belch as the pred slinks away to digest in peace, ect. By the next morning, people would start waking up with hangovers, a few people properly sloshed from the night before, while the people still solid start heading out, hoping to nurse their hangovers at home, and some needing to also get mew clothes after the nights activities.

I keed to like ACTUALLY write a story for this l or something cuz this doesn't do the justice I'd like.... but i hope you enjoy nonetheless...

[albva]

THERES STILL NOT ENOUGH FAT ROBOTGIRLS WERE DECADES BEHIND IN PRODUCTION

[finnajerkit69]

Giving a pred belly rubs and feeling the bones settling innthe pit of their stomach and sliding into their intestines

[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...

[vorny8]

Swallowing someones phone and forcing them to listen to it go off in your stomach where they can't reach it.

[voraciously-gay]

OC Vore AU that is horrifically self-indulgent

   “I didn’t see a reason not to do it.”

   “But you saw a reason to do it?”

   “Yes. I was hungry and lost and you were not around to see.”

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[voraciously-gay]

i wrote this forever ago and forgot how much i liked it damn

[voraciously-gay]

do you ever just be looking at some of the most heinous vore content and have insane post nut clarity

like damn i actually jacked off to that

[jame7t]

Honestly humans should be able to deploy little parasitic creatures called “learnlets” to go learn new things, or discover hidden ideas, and then return in the evenings

[cryptotheism]

You have to eat them for dinner or other evening meal to gain their knowledge okay

[wholegrainvore]

do NOT swallow nagas tail first!! directional friction means that it’ll be very difficult and you might even lose your lunch (hehehe)!

instead eat them headfirst, and once you’ve got their human half down your throat you’ll be AMAZED at how easily they slip down into your belly! the positioning of a naga’s scales makes it so that even if they’re trying hard to get back out, any sort of movement from them will just work them even quicker down your esophagus :)

um. any nagas reading this look away this is private

[dine-on-darling2]

If I was on that chess board I would intentionally be a pawn. Oh noooo my piece got taken....oh nooooo what a shame that I'm out of the game so early...oh noooooooo

😂 I'd be so desperate to get taken out of the game. But I still think I'd want to be taken out late into the game, that way I could watch each of them slowly get more and more full on the other tinies.

On that note, I got carried away. I wrote something inspired by this hypothetical.

(Vore fic. Multiple prey. G/t. Digestion but as always implied reformation.)

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What was once a board full of pieces, some nervous and some eager, had dwindled significantly.

One by one as the game progressed pawns were captured, rooks vanished without a trace, and bishops were plucked from the arena. Jing Yuan and Cerydra were an unlikely pair, but their strategic minds made them the perfect opponents. The game moved swiftly, some pieces barely getting to take more than a step before they were removed from the game. Normally, perhaps, the pair wouldn't be so hasty in their movements. But with proper motivation laid out in front of them, neither of them felt any need to draw this game out. They'd made the choice to play on empty stomachs, after all.

One by one, 32 pieces dwindled down to a mere handful on the board. Each one of them sent down the hungry gullet of the conquering player.

Darling, acting as Cerydra's king on the board, watched the whole game unfold from her position. Most of the pawns were the first to go, she saw them be placed in the player's maws and followed their descents down their throats. She hadn't been sure who would win at first; both of them were obviously excellent players. Jing Yuan's gold eyes swept the board, a thousand moves playing out behind his lazy facade. Cerydra played with nothing but complete victory on her mind, making decisive plays with the confidence of a true king.

The only thing Darling could see swaying the game was the capacity of their stomachs. The longer the game went on, she could see the slight swell of their bellies push out against their clothes. A single tiny wasn't enough to make much of a noticeable difference, but as more and more fell into their hungry stomachs it definitely became apparent how full they were becoming. At a glance, you'd think perhaps Cerydra, with her far smaller frame, would be at a distinct disadvantage to the bulky Jing Yuan. However, she was hardly showing any signs of over-stuffing. It seemed she could pack away food with the grace of a king as well.

Jing Yuan too was fairing well, hardly slowing down even as he pressed a firm hand in circles to his growing stomach to aid his digestion and make room. Darling was sure he'd eaten larger meals than this.

It was anyone's game for the longest time, victory just a breath away. Finally, in a move Darling suddenly realized must have been planned from the start, she found herself backed into a corner. No escape, Jing Yuan's pieces had totally cut her off.

“Well, look at that.” The general looked not at his opponent but directly at Darling. His eyes crinkled as he grinned slowly. “Checkmate.”

Cerydra sighed. She was obviously displeased, but to her credit she took the loss with dignity. “A clever move, General. Congratulations, you've bested me today.”

Jing Yuan chuckles. “It wasn't an easy victory; you certainly gave me a hard time of it, your majesty.”

Cerydra leaned back in her chair with her ankles crossed. One hand sat poised on her rounded stomach. If Darling looked closely, she could just barely see the way its surface rippled with the squirms of the prey within. “Regardless, a loss is a loss.”

“We could go again? If you have the room, that is.” He gives his own taught belly a light pat in emphasis.

She shakes her head. “I have other matters to attend to; I can't afford to indulge all day.” She sweeps her hand over the board. “As promised, the remaining pieces are yours to claim. I certainly hope you enjoy them.” She stands, the slight pursing of her lips the only nod to the discomfort she must be feeling right now. “We'll have our rematch another day. Until then, general, take care.”

Jing Yuan bids her farewell. As she leaves, he leans on his arm rest, regarding his prize. There were only a handful of pieces left on the board, but still a decent bounty.

He directs his smile at them, exuding nothing but genuine kindness. “You all did well, I thank you for playing your parts. And now,” a sliver of his pink tongue pokes out, wetting his lips. “I thank you for completing your part.”

Darling feels a sudden flutter in her chest, a sense of anticipation budding. The entire game, consumption was on the table, but it was determined by the strategy of the two players. Now, whoever is devoured next is entirely up to the whims of the general. She wonders who it will be.

Will he reach for her first?

The groans of his stomach feel so loud at this height. She hopes it can handle a few more morsels.

His hand reaches out and Darling's back straightens. But instead of grabbing her, he plucks one of his own pieces that had cornered her, a knight. Their twitching figure disappears down his throat a moment later.

Again, one by one, he reaches down to the board and selects tinies seemingly at random. He takes his time, not rushed with any of them. Darling watches each one be placed between his lips and the bob of his throat ushering them down. By the time he gets all of them down, she can tell his stomach has expanded again.

Then it becomes just her and Jing Yuan; the last tiny preceding her, his own king, no doubt struggling to find any space in his gut.

Only then does Jing Yuan reach for her; his large hand wrapping carefully around her tiny figure and bringing her towards him. He holds her in the palm of his hand, level with his chest.

Darling, perhaps somewhat childishly, doesn't look directly at him. She sits with her arms crossed instead, a frown on her face.

She doesn't need to see the look on his face to hear the teasing tone of his voice. “Is someone pouting right now?”

“I'm not pouting.” She mumbles.

“Oh really?” Jing Yuan jostles his hand, and she topples with a yelp, having to uncross her arms to catch her fall. “It looks an awful lot like you're pouting.”

She huffs, not saying anything back.

“Would you like me to guess?” He sighs, tapping the arm rest. “Are you upset I saved you for last?”

He hit the nail on the head, which is apparent by the way she flinches.

Jing Yuan clicks his tongue, smiling fondly. “Ah, I knew it.”

Darling grumbles. “I bet they all looked a lot tastier than I do.” Ugh, that feels so embarrassing to say.

“Really, Darling? I'm shocked you don't realize. Haven't you ever heard the saying "save the best for last?”

She looks up at him hesitantly. “You weren't avoiding me?”

He shakes his head. “Never.”

The pout fades and Darling feels herself relax a little. She turns to face him fully, slowly uncurling.

Now she can see the self satisfied grin on his face. “There she is. I never expected you to get so jealous. It's rather endearing.”

“I'll start pouting again if you're not careful, I swear.” Darling huffs, glaring at him.

He concedes. He leans back in his seat, letting out a deep, content breath; Darling is dropped from his hand onto the curve of his belly. Every breath he takes lifts her up and slowly lowers her down again. Beneath that, she can feel the tinies who were already devoured shifting. His stomach was alive with gurgles and movement alike, and she had the closest seat in the house. Her face felt hot, and now she specifically avoids looking at his midsection by staring intently at his face.

She wonders how many of them have already been digested.

There's something expectant in his gaze. Darling raises an eyebrow. “What?”

He raises an eyebrow right back. “How did I do?”

Ah, he wants praise for winning now. Normally, Jing Yuan isn't one who needs external validation, but she can tell he just wants to hear her saying it. “I think the answer to that is pretty obvious; you can tell who won just by looking at this oversized gut of yours.” She leans forward, slapping her hand a couple times on the soft surface.

Jing Yuan laughs; Darling has to pitch forward and grab a fist full of his shirt to keep herself from rolling right off of him. His laughter soon morphs, his fist coming up to his lips as a burp is pushed out. She can feel all the movement below her, rocking her. It's not exactly helping the blush on her face.

He groans, his hand rubbing his lower belly. She can only imagine how much pressure is sitting in his stomach, all those tinies taking up space and each one of them continuing to squirm. A little bashfully, Darling places a hand on his stomach again and gives it a soft rub. She's too small to really help anything, but she wants to do something to soothe the poor organ. “You did great.” She says. “I seriously couldn't predict half of your plays, even when you got that checkmate. You're brilliant, Jing Yuan.”

He plays it cool, but he preens quietly. He reminds Darling of a satisfied, fluffy, overgrown house cat. “Well, I had sufficient motivation to win. Cerydra is a worthy opponent and a fine woman, but if I'm being honest, I didn't want my favorite prey going to somebody else.”

She's done for. Darling's hand flies to her face, hiding it. This guy has some real audacity talking that way. “I think you made a miscalculation after all, then. You said you were saving me for last, but I don't think you can fit another bite in there.” A groan rumbles out below her, perhaps agreeing with her.

Jing Yuan hums. “You shouldn't underestimate me, Darling. After all, I have been known as the glutton general.”

“Wasn't that just because people mistook the food you bought for Mimi as food for yourself?”

He dismisses her with a wave of his hand. “Even so, they weren't far off. I can stomach far more than you're giving me credit for. In fact,” He thumps his chest a few times, jostling another low belch free. “Ah. I believe I just made some space.”

There's another rumble, and she realizes his stomach wasn't agreeing with her statements but rather the opposite. It was protesting, begging to be given more and to prove her wrong.

His hand comes up behind and scoops her back up, bringing her up to his face. “I'm sure it's more than enough space for such a tiny mouthful. Are you ready to find out?”

Darling can't look away from his lips, to the tongue and the throat beyond them that is revealed every time he speaks. “If you can…”

“Oh, I can.” He assured her.

His lips part again, wider now. Wide enough for her legs to be lowered past them and deep into his maw. Before long, everything around her is just the inside of his mouth. His teeth seal themselves shut behind her with a quiet click.

He spends a few minutes tasting her, wetting her with saliva to ease her trip into his throat.

And soon enough, there's a tug on her feet and she finds herself pulled back and down. There's pressure on one side of her, the feeling of Jing Yuan's finger following her progress.

It's a tight squeeze moving from his throat to his stomach, made worse by how utterly packed it is in there. Immediately, she's met with the plush, slick wall of his stomach to one side of her and the press of multiple other bodies to the other. It's a little overstimulating if she's being honest, but the groans that vibrate around all of them makes it feel worth it.

Trying not to squirm too much and add to the pressure, Darling frees her arm enough to reach beside her and rub a hand on the inside of his stomach. She doesn't know if he can distinguish her movements from all the others or if it's just the blissful feeling of being so full that causes him to react, but he practically purrs. An overgrown house cat indeed, and a fat one at that.

It will probably take him a while to digest all this food. But, at this point, Darling's only role as the conquered king is to let herself melt away amongst her fellow chess pieces.

–

Jing Yuan rubs his hand across his stomach. He wasn't lying when he said he was more than capable of handling a large meal, though that didn't mean there wasn't a slight bit of discomfort. He didn't have any complaints at the end of the day; a good meal was well worth the strain on his belt.

His fingers prod at the swell of his belly, feeling the various squirming forms buried within. He can't tell which one Darling is, but he supposes it doesn't matter too much at this point. Before long she'll be even more indistinguishable from the rest of his meal.

About 20 tinies, all crammed into one stomach. It's a rare indulgence for him, yet he's already looking forward to the next match.

A hiccup makes its way out of him. He doesn't imagine he'll be moving from his seat for a while. Perhaps a nap is in order, something to aid his digestion.

One by one, each tiny is melted into the pool of gooey, viscous chyme in his stomach. The squirming stops, becoming nothing more than low rumbles; occasionally a pocket of air getting released that sends a vibration through his gut. Otherwise there is no movement. The pressure releases as the group of tinies are absorbed into his body.

What an entertaining game that turned out to be.

[teal-fiend]

content: f prey, pred pov, unwilling vore, digestion

you're hanging out with your friend, and their friend who you've only just met.

this person is small, maybe the size of a raggedy anne doll. She's not a tiny, but she's a way away from being a regular sized person.

You're feeling a little bit hungry, but when your friend offers you something to eat, you refuse.

and so you talk for a while, the three of you. you learn this new person studies bio, going for a masters, and she does bug taxidermy - you forget what she called it.

it gets a little less awkward as the conversations progress, you get used to each other and then your friend goes off for a bathroom break. leaving the two of you alone.

it's quiet for a moment, something sits in the air.

your stomach lets out a deep, prolonged growl. you excuse yourself. she laughs self-consciously, and tries to say something to you, but you're already on the move.

you act swiftly, and make sure you get her head in your mouth quickly, and by the time she can make a noise, her voice is muffled by your throat.

you feel her struggling with your throat muscles, and it almost activates your gag reflex, but you ignore the ticklish, irritation, and swallow. You have to use some force, as you don't usually get prey this large. You swallow hard, feeling the prey make gradual progress down

there is a very real sinking feeling in your chest. it's immensely satisfying, you take one last big gulp, then you follow the sensation as your hungry stomach is suddenly filled with a bounty of a meal.

You can watch as your belly swells out as the prey finds itself at it's last destination.

you look down at your mid-section curiously. If you tighten your core, you can make your body look relatively non-suspicious. Just a bit of an outward curve. But if you relax, it's easier to see how full you look.

You look pretty stuffed. Like you've just had a big dinner. You feel your belly cutting into your pants, which now feels too tight.

you look over to the empty chair where your prey was sitting before you decided to eat. Her jacket is still on it, and her bag is still on the floor. You belch loudly, it catches you by surprise.

You don't really know where to go from here. it was a spur of the moment decision. You feel the person kicking your gut, which is a funny feeling. you've never had prey so big - usually it's barely perceptible, but this is noticeable. It doesn't hurt, but you can definitely feel when she tries striking your stomach walls.

watching carefully, you can notice your belly move on it's own, as she pushes against your skin. You notice lumps and slight bulges appearing and she moves inside your stomach. You laugh quietly at the realisation. you've never been able to actually see your prey wriggling in your gut before. it's kind of satisfying, or engaging. but it's also a bit much; you've never had food that puts such a strain on your stomach.

you scratch your belly, thinking about it. it's kind of uncomfortable, how full you feel. You feel a little groggy, maybe a nap would help.

you run your hands over your stomach, feeling how taut it is through your shirt. Yes, time to rest, and get all this digested.

You lie down on you friend's couch, and rest your hands on your tummy, feeling the prey's body just under your skin, and feeling the grumbling of your stomach as it gets to work.

--

Your friend comes back in, apologising for taking so long

they start to say "hey, where's (x)?" but they stop when they see you up close.

as you turn over to get up, your stomach sloshes and gurgles, you burp again.

"I thought you said you weren't hungry"

"I wanted to have room," you explain, as you pat your full stomach.

your friend is probably mad at you, but you feel smug about the situation. You know they'll understand - you can't help your instincts, and they shouldn't have left a predator alone with a perfectly edible prey.

"I thought you two were getting along"

You shrug, "eh..."

your friend mutters something under their breath, frustrated. but you just yawn, stretching your arms above your head, feeling the contents of your stomach bubble as you move.

"okay, time for you to go home."

You try to make them feel bad for kicking you out, but they don't seem to care. You find yourself on their doorstep. it's cold outside, but your full belly will keep you warm. You sigh and start your walk home. walking is good for digestion, at least. probably for the best.

[gastrophilia]

Unusual (for this blog) safe vore scenario

Indigestible/otherwise safe slime prey that arent always oozing and dripping. No - they may lack bones, but as they're being eaten, they're as solid as any regular person.

However, as time goes on inside that stuffy, wet stomach, they begin to let go of their solid state, pretending to be digested bit by bit by turning into pure sludge

At the end, they're entirely liquid, and fill up the entire organ with their body. The pred feels so calm, heavy and full - it's easier for their stomach to churn around liquid prey than solid ones, of course. It feels like they drank enough thick soup or porridge to fill every crevice of their gut.

In the end the prey will be regurgitated and return to their regular state, sure. But for now, oh, they're both just so blissed out... What's the point if you don't take a cozy, satiated, comfortable nap, hm 💕?

[voraciously-gay]

hey minors

gtfo of vore spaces

do not interact

for your sake as well as the sake of the adults who created and maintain the community

i don't care if it's "not sexual" to you, it is a kink/fetish and to claim you can absolve it from that context just because you don't see it that way is delusional at best and dangerous at worst

[lewdlemage]

how come she has so many girlfriends...

kicky

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