When a beautiful pred has muscular, dominant hands that they use to taunt their prey with while they're gripping and sloshing their heavy tank of a gut.

honestly the teasing from the outside is what kills me with this one. as funny as it sounds, the image of a prey pressing their hand out against their pred’s belly, only to be met with a sadistic high five in response, is superb. that sort of betrayal being your last thoughts as you turn into nothing but a steaming broth in the cauldron of your former friend… love it.

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I just, I really really like when the prey doesn’t fully understand what it means to be eaten. Maybe their friends have always spit them back up after a while, or maybe they’ve never been eaten before. But when they approach a pred, eager to get in their belly. How can a pred say no?

So they slide down the preds throat and into their (probably filled) belly. They waste no time getting comfortable inside the pred. Rubbing the contracting walld around them, stretching out their limbs as far as they can, and squirming up a storm in their dangerous play ground. But after a while they get bored and ask to be let out. They can feel the pred snort around them before dissolving into a massive giggle fit.

The prey begins to get worried as they continue to laugh. The belly bouncing them around and splashing half digested food all over them. When the pred finnaly calms down enough, they ask if they’re serious. If they actually thought this wasn’t a one way trip. Oh they’ll definitely be let out, but not for hours to come.

It’s then that realisation finally hits them. They begin to struggle against the much stronger contractions around them, slipping around in the acid coated belly. The prey screams and fights against the pred, demanding to be let out. Shouting that they never wanted to be digested. But the pred only burps and rubs their belly, telling them that they shouldn’t have asked to be eaten then.

Or perhaps it’s just another day hanging out with their friends. They’re curled up inside ones belly, enjoying the muffled voices of the others above them. A hand rubs soothing circles along their back as the stomach wall pulse pleasantly around them. They can’t fight the drowsiness and soon slip off to sleep.

Outside the belly, the friends all say goodbye. Leaving the pred with a belly full of their last friend. As they sit there, playing with their softly groaning belly, they ask if they’d like to be let out. Only to be met with silence. The pred realises their prey friend is asleep and opt to not wake them up. Instead deciding to let them sleep for a few more mintues.

But then, a few minutes turn into a few hours. As the pred becomes so absorbed in their daily tasks they forget about their friend. Until the next morning; as they sit on the toilet rubbing their soft, groaning belly, do they finnally remember their friend.

Another idea would be similar to the last. A prey asks their friend to eat them like usual. Only this time, after they’ve had their fun and want out, their friend doesn’t respond. Instead they continue to chat with their other friends. Rubbing their engourge belly as their prey friend tries in vain to get anyone attention.

Inside their belly, the prey pushes against the belly walls as the start to contract harder around them, massaging stomach acid into their flesh. It groans loudly around them, drowning out the laughter of the others. They feel multiple hands caress their melting body. Can vaguely hear the laughter of others as the push and knead their flesh onto a soupy paste.

They can feel their body liquify as their so called friends help turn them into a meal. Their last thoughts being that they should have never trusted a pred. When the pred says goodbye to everyone this time, their belly is noticeably smaller. Sagging down low and swaying with every step. Their soupy meal sloshing loudly over the thunderous groanjng of digestion.

literally everything about this is something i relate to. very well-written indeed!

A piece of vore writing.

So I decided to 86 my plans to release an E-book and I will release a couple of what I think are the best pieces for free. Enjoy.

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I do love what I do. I just want you to know that. Why else would I do it if I didn’t? I suppose there is the whole “free meal” aspect. Human prey is certainly cheaper and tastier than “food food.” But there is more to it than just that. There is something almost indescrible able that I love about devouring live meals.

Maybe I’m just a little sadistic. The thought of sending someone down, down, down into my belly to satisfy my own needs with zero regard for them is certainly a delicious one. Does that make me a bad person? Maybe. But I just love the look in a meal’s eyes when they realize that they really are going to be eating and that it’s not just some joke. Look at that. Even just referring to people simply as meals is indicative of how little I care that they are people. After all, they’re really just food to me.

Oh, but doesn’t it ever make me feel so powerful and dominant. Just think. I take a living person with hopes and dreams and reduce them to nothing more than a squirming piece of meat, doomed to digest alive inside of me.

I really love every bit of it from the feel of squirming to all the gurgly digestive sounds to the the sight of my stuffed belly in the mirror. The sounds though–there are few things better that the ensemble of assorted blurps, glorps, squelches, borbles, and all the other sounds of churning and sloshing fluids inside of my belly. Everything from the first gulp to the last blorp of my intestines is just a joy to listen to.

So you asked me how I really felt about eating people. Well, now you know. But enough stalling: I’m famished.

could we get some anthro shark preds? especially with acidic digestion and disposal!

Finally, time to show off that I'm just a massive furry at the same time because clearly being into humans, monsters, robots, and fictional characters wasn't nearly enough for my mind. Sharks are a good pick, too! Very hunky most of the time.

Any pool that an anthro shark gets into is immediately a dangerous place to be. It's just a natural place for them to be, and if they get hungry, it becomes the perfect hunting ground for them. If someone else in the pool is suddenly sucked under the water after a shark got in, the best action to take is to get as far away from that spot as possible. That person is just shark food now, and it's best not to tempt his appetite to see if he's hungry for seconds. By the time he'll be hoisting himself out of the water, his gut will likely be round and sloshing. If he's at least a little respectful, he'll waddle off to the locker room to do his business. If he's a cocky jerk, he might just drop his shorts right there and dump whoever he ate back into the pool. Usually against the rules, but no one is stupid enough to try and argue with a shark man that claimed it as his new hunting grounds. And if they are, well, he knows where they can voice their complaints.

Getting cornered by a massive shark is never a good thing. When he has a wide grin showing off row after row of sharp teeth, there's definitely only one thing on his mind, and it's just how tasty the guy he cornered looks. They never last long, either. Once those massive, dangerous jaws have opened up, the only place that person is going is straight down into the sweltering guts waiting for him. Then the shark is on the move again, always on the look out for any other potential meals to corner and devour, even if there might still be one kicking around inside his gut. Following one into a bathroom is an assured way to end up wiggling around in his gut on the way back out. Sharks don't like talking breaks, after all, and food will always find its way down their gullets when one is around.

A gurgle...

A growl....

A Beautiful symphony of digestive sloshes rang out under the belly you had the honor of resting your ear against...

What a strong number it was, Making you hold the memory of the pork buns he had wolfed down earlier. By how happily loud his gut was churning, you guessed that those soft, tender appetizers were all but caustic soup at this point.... a soup churning inside the most eager biological cauldron you’ve heard besides your own...

Truth be told, those things never really stood a chance against thier consumer. First being pulled by razor sharp teeth, then squeezed down a suffocatingly tight throat, and finally trusted into a well prepared stomach of a hardened predator... the thought of being personally apart of that, in there feeling his stomach working so hard on processing you.... how his strong core would bear down on you, crunching the air out your lungs and kneading the life out of you....

You couldn’t help but catch your breath at the sudden groan nearly knocking out your eardrums...

“..you alright?” LLex asked.

“...hmm? Yea I’m ok..~” you replied....

what i like about oral, or any type of vore, is the callousness of somebody eating and destroying an entire person, contrasted with the casualness of the prey just being a meal.

you've ideally got a prey who is naïve, innocent, concerned, confusedly aroused, or a combination of all four. maybe they're initially willing or curious, maybe not. ideally they’re a bit smaller than the predator, but still big enough that eating them is not necessarily an easy feat for the pred.

then there's the predator. they might lie and pretend to be safer than they actually are (more on that in a future post). or just be an outright dominant predator who literally does not care what the prey thinks as long as they get a meal.

i guess my point is that i like unknowing or reluctant prey being paired with preds who absolutely know what they're doing and will do whatever it takes to get it. anywhere from teasing their prey, bullying them, chasing them, harassing them, stalking, all of that stuff is on the table. insatiable predators are an automatic win.

now that we have our players, it’s time to add in the belly. i like it when a pred's stomach is not just any old belly--it’s more accurate to compare it to a garbage disposal, trash compactor, incinerator, cauldron, or something similar. this predator might be found swallowing soda cans when they’re done drinking. or maybe their roomie uses them as a secondary trash can, since they can digest pretty much anything that disappears down their throat and leave nothing but a burp. regardless, when they decide to use that thing against a person, especially one who likely has no idea what they're up against, that is perfection.

finally there's the actual act of digestion itself--turning a prey from a living creature to meat soup in an inhospitable stomach. the image of a satisfied pred, ghosting their paws across their belly as the prey struggles, is a very, very hot one. or maybe they’re actively pushing down on it, constraining the prey into an ever-shrinking space. over time, the bulges get weaker and the screams and whimpers become quieter. no more struggling, no more shouting. just the sounds of the pred panting in lust and their belly lazily pumping the sludge down deeper into themselves. it's just a huge, sloshing tub of juices with no sign of life. the pred smacks it lightly a few times, and it sounds full. it sounds heavy, and weighty, and the pred can add another name to their stomach’s list of victims..

anyway, that’s a basic overview of the sort of thing i’m gonna talk about here. hope you enjoy! feel free to dm me to talk more about this stuff.

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