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Art trade for my friend Akari! This was my first time drawing a crotch belly and honestly it was super fun! ::D The oc in the picture belongs to said friend, the prey is up to your imagination!
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The Last Delivery
This is my first vore story, and I hope you like it! Let me know if I can improve my writing by liking it, or just message me. If you want more send me some ideas or writing prompts. Enjoy!
It was any average Tuesday. Bryson was hungry. Not hungry in a simple, “I will eat food” sort of way. No, he was hungry for prey. He didn’t feel like going on a dating app and seducing his way into eating his prey, or finding some other convoluted way to go about getting his dinner. He decided to simply call in a pizza and have it delivered to his home. What a simple easy way to get his prey delivered to him.
Eventually, the pizza arrived at his door, with a hot delivery guy to accompany it. Man, and he is hot too? I love hot prey. Hot prey for Bryson made it all the more appealing for him, as he loved the hot of someone gorgeous becoming worthless belly fat on him. Bryson opened the door, and the delivery guy greeted him.
“Hello, I have a pizza for a…Bryson?”
“Yes, that's me.” GURGLE. Bryson’s stomach must have had a mind of its own as it must have known its prey was nearby, and it grew upset in waiting. “Oh, excuse me, I haven’t eaten all day.”
“Haha! It’s all right! I hope this will satisfy your hunger. One large pepperoni pizza with a liter of soda.”
“Thank you, wait, hold on for one second.” He took the pizza and the soda bottle and set it down on the table, ran over to his desk and grabbed a ten dollar bill from it. He ran to the door.
“Here is your tip, and…oops!” Bryson purposefully dropped the ten dollar bill on the floor. “I am so sorry…”
“Oh no, it is okay. I can get it.” The delivery guy bent down and went to grab the dollar bill from the floor.
Now was his chance, for his prey was distracted. Seizing the opportunity, Bryson grabbed the delivery boy by the back of his shirt and dragged him inside the house, slamming the door behind him with his foot.
“Hey, what the fuck was that for? Let me go!” The delivery guy questioned and moved around to get him to let go of his shirt. Instead, Bryson took the delivery guy and put him in a chokehold.
“Don’t worry, you will be fine…I promise. Just let me do what I need to do, and it will all be over.” Bryson tried to reassure the delivery guy. But the delivery guy was not reassured, and instead acted in a fighting response, kicking Bryson in the balls. “Oh, fuck!” Bryson yelled out loud. “Ok, that is it! You are going in there right now, so you can think about what you just did!” Bryson opened wide, his huge mouth leaking with drool to help maneuver his prey through his esophagus. He quickly shoved the guy’s head into his mouth, and removed his arm from the guy’s neck and put both his hands around the guy’s arms, forcing them to stay to his side. Mmmmfff! The delivery guy was yelling, but his voice drowned out, as Bryson’s body made it impossible for any voice to be heard clearly from the outside.
Now, Bryson got his head down his esophagus, it was time for the shoulders, and eventually the guy's chest. Bryson was enjoying every second of his prey squirming, and his dick immediately got hard. The same could be said about the delivery guy. The guy’s dick was hard as a rock, and once Bryson got to the guy’s crotch, he started playing with the guy’s dick with his tongue. Mmmmffff! The delivery guy immediately moaned and orgasmed, with a cum stain appearing on the outside of his khaki pants.
Bryson could taste the cum with his tongue, and wanted to continue playing with his prey, but couldn’t, as the guy’s legs grew stiff from pleasure, and he stopped fighting. Pulling the guy’s shoes off of his feet, Bryson seized his chance, put his hands around the soles of the delivery guy's feet, and sent him with one final push to his stomach. GULP! Bryson’s neck bulged as the guy was being pushed by his insides to his stomach.
“There, was it really that hard?” Bryson asked him. “Well, your job is now accomplished. You delivered my meal straight to my gut. Technically, you are the meal, but the little details don’t matter.”
The delivery guy was pounding on the sides of Bryson’s stomach. “Let me out! Please! I will let you have the pizza for free! I will do anything! Just please don’t let it end like this!” Unfortunately for the delivery guy, Bryson’s stomach covered the sounds of his words, and it could only be heard as muffled voices from outside. “Oh, fuck! Your struggling is making me hard.”
Bryson’s dick was vibrating from the pleasure of having prey in his stomach. He took out his dick from his pants and started aggressively, pumping. Bryson couldn’t handle it anymore, and thick, gooey cum erupted from his cock and got shot all over his stomach, and the couch. He admired the orgasm he just had, and was too lazy and tired to clean it up. His stomach however, was not lazy, its job was just getting started. Grrrrrroan. “Wow, my stomach must be having a field day with you in there, my friend.”
Bryson went to sit down on his couch and took the pizza box that was on his table that the guy delivered. “Don’t worry, I won’t let this food go to waste. Here, why don’t you try some?” Bryson rolled up a pizza slice, and swallowed it whole. Once it got to Bryson’s stomach, it unrolled, making it more cramped and less air was inside of Bryson’s stomach for the delivery guy to breathe.
Bryson downed more pizza slices, and followed it with some sugary soda, which his stomach received with enthusiasm. Grrrrrrrrrrooooaaaaan. “Hey man! Not cool! I can barely *cough* breathe.” He kept punching at the sides of Bryson’s stomach, and it only made it more upset and aggressive.
Bryson moaned. “Just give up, and make yourself comfortable. You can’t escape your demise.” He patted his belly in an attempt to make the delivery guy calm down. “Your life will serve as a matter of sustenance. I mean you did wish earlier that my hunger would be satisfied didn’t you?”
“What? I didn’t mean me! I meant the pizza, and I…*cough* *cough*” Bryson’s stomach rumbled, as it contracted and splashed acid all over the delivery guy and the pizza. The delivery felt the acid burn through his clothes and eventually his skin. His shirt fell off of him, and so did his pants. He felt himself becoming deformed, and he tried to stop it. He aggressively used all of his might to pound on the outside of Bryson’s stomach, to no avail. He grew weaker and weaker, and eventually, he gave up and subsided to his fate of becoming his customer’s dinner. Well, at least I made a customer happy. At least I did my job right. Sort of.
Bryson’s warm, smooth stomach walls started squeezing around the delivery guy, mushing him into whatever form it desired, almost like the stomach was playing with clay. Soon, the delivery guy became just soup and miscellaneous piles of flesh and bones. Bryson felt his stomach grow peaceful and quiet. The delivery guy stopped thrashing around his stomach, and his stomach stood still. “What? Gone already? Man, prey always digests so quickly.”
Bryson felt pressure rise from his stomach, and braced himself, and let out a huge belch. BURRRRRRRRPPPP. With a splat, what seemed to be what was left of the delivery guy’s uniform: his pants, his shirt, and his socks, got thrown to the floor. Bryson assumed that the guy’s underwear must still be inside his stomach, but that was fine with him, as he could just collect his underwear when it passed through his body as a keepsake of his victim.
He slapped his stomach, and started playing with it. “You are now a part of me, as useless body fat and energy that I can easily just exercise and burn right through. I hope you enjoy the rest of your stay there, because my metabolism goes through things fast, and next thing you know, you will end up as undigested remains in my toilet. Thanks for feeding my hunger.” Grrrooaannn. His stomach erupted with groans and gurgles from within and kept eating away at the pizza and the remains of the delivery guy. As for Bryson, he went back to watching TV, while the delivery guy was stewing in his powerful stomach, along with the pizza he delivered.
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lonely dad who doesn't want to lose his son who is moving away to college vores him and keeps him in his stuff and cramped gut slowly digesting him as the son tries to struggle out?
My boy Devin was getting ready to finally move out and despite us agreeing that he'd go to Community College around the corner, he'd been planning to move into dorms at a State College. It's been me and Dev since he was 3, I couldn't even imagine coming home and not having him there to greet me. I begged and begged him not to move out, but he was stubborn and I didn't have a lot of options or I was going to lose my boy. I wasn't going to lose Devin. In fact, I would have him forever.
After one more conversation about not moving out, Devin snapped at me and said I was being selfish, only caring about what I wanted and not what he wanted. I've raised him for nearly two decades, I know him better than he knows himself and I know he needs his daddy by his side. But, when Dev threatened to cut contact with me for not respecting him, I lost it and threw him to the floor on his back. I planted one foot on his chest, pulling off his pajamas and revealing his naked, supple body to my delight and garnering a rumble from my waist. My ears had already begun to drown out the sounds of my boy screaming while I stripped him, allowing me to focus on keeping my son near me for good.
I lifted up my son by his ankles and started licking them, stuffing his feet past my lips and guiding them into my waiting throat. Devin thrashed under my foot, but my love for him field my hunger and I began swallowing my boy down my esophagus. I worked my way down to my boy's knees, gulping down his shins with voracious joy as more and more of him became mine as I devoured him alive. This was such a perfect plan, after I fully swallowed Devin and put him away safely inside my stomach, he'd be with me forever and I'd always keep him safe.
Dev kept trying to push me off him, but I grabbed him by the waist and started shoving his thighs into my drooling mouth. I felt his feet enter my stomach and I moaned in ecstasy at the feeling of him beginning to enter me, hungry to know the feeling of him fully curled up inside my gut. Terrifying my prey, I lifted him up above my head and enlisted gravity in eating my son, taking him down my gullet until his crotch was sitting in my mouth.
I wanted Devin to be happy and knowing that this was the last time he'd get the chance to orgasm, I played around a bit with his cock and used my tongue to get a good taste. He might be my kid, but the musky taste of his cock was tantalizing and the shudder of him blowing his load was enough to get me hard. Feeling him go limp as he filled up my mouth with his cum, I took a heavy swallow and felt him drop down to his navel in my gullet with his hands pinned in my lips.
From then on, Dev weakly struggled, but I was able to easily gulp him down and devour him like I wanted. My son disappeared into my throat more and more until I pressed and shoved his shoulder into my mouth, wrapping my lips around his neck. It felt amazing to have so much of Devin inside my body and to feel him curling up inside my gut like it was a womb. He whimpered at me through teary eyes, but I had what I wanted and wasn't going to change my mind now.
I tilted my head fully back and put a hand on the top of my boy's head, opening my lips wide enough to press down as I swallowed, pushing Devin down my hungry gullet. I closed my mouth and took a second swallow, feeling the gluttonous victory of my boy's weight beginning to get heavier in my stomach as he fully entered it for good. Dev squirmed and wiggled around inside my belly, pressing out imprints of his hand and face across my distended gut. He was no doubt trying to find a way out, but it was too late. Devin is all mine.
I cradled my boy and rubbed him while I joyfully told him about how great its going to be now that we're together forever. He cried to be let out and not be digested, but my mind was set and Devin was going to be added to my waist as fat. My son would become a part of belly forever, hanging off me as if he was hugging me with all the love I knew he had for me. I rubbed him despite his protests until I felt a rumble from his squirming and I let out a long belch, then he slowly went still until my gut got to work and started digesting him. Devin was mine forever.
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Giganterra (Chapter 10)
Prologue/ TOC | Previous (9) | Next (11)
Content Warning: NSFW/ 18+!! Nonconsensual sex and vore (soft and safe)
Word Count: 3.5k
------ Chapter 10: A Full Belly ------
King Richard Hardon casually sauntered off to his private quarters, accompanied by his shadow, Ajax. The four women remaining in the cage—Candy, Jackie, Eren, and Addison—trembled as his giant form loomed over them. He didn’t break his gaze as he burned with hunger and lust. In particular, he kept returning to Candy. Eren was pretty enough, Jackie was plain, and Addison was too twiggy for his preferences, but Candy was perfect. He drank in the delicious sight of her big boobs, shapely body, and dainty features. He couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into her and taste her.
He climbed the stairs to his personal wing of the castle. Ajax stood guard at the door while the king entered his chambers. The room was dominated by a huge and luxurious bed with a sturdy wooden canopy frame that stretched from floor to ceiling. The bed was furnished with curtains of rich purple silk that matched the sheets. King Richard set the cage on his bed and sat down alongside it while his personal servant undressed him. Once his cumbersome outer layers of formal clothes were removed, leaving him in a soft linen undershirt and braies, he dismissed his servant so he was alone with his human prey.
The humans quivered with fear as their little confined lifeboat wallowed in a sea of purple silk. Every time the giant shifted on the mattress, they could feel the influence of his immense mass bobbing their iron boat on the silky sea, the springs of the mattress creaking and popping under his weight. He sighed with contentment, as deep as a gale of wind in a storm, as he propped up his back on a plush mountain of pillows and stretched his enormous legs out like mountain ranges of hairy living flesh. The women shirked back at the sight, submerged in raw terror. Would this be their grave as the giant slaughtered them one by one, sinking them into the crushing darkness of his throat and drowning them in his stomach? He placed the cage in between his outstretched legs, right up to his crotch, with a smirk.
“Miiiiilllliiieeee, darling! I’m back!” the king sang. He pulled aside one of the curtains to access the adjacent nightstand, which had a small glass enclosure on top. There was a human-sized bed, couch, and dresser inside, but compared to the giant room the furnishings looked like they were made for a doll. The tiny woman inside presented like a doll as well, with striking blue eyes reminiscent of marbles, fine blonde hair, and a slim, modest figure in a light dress. She had noticeable bags under her eyes, bruised with fatigue. The giant reached into her terrarium and scooped the woman out with his hand.
“Oh, so lovely to see you, Your Majesty!” Millie responded. Although she injected a positive inflection into her voice, there was a distinct note of pure despair that bled through. She was not happy to see him, not at all. She relished the few moments she had alone, when she wasn’t forced to be anywhere near the giant king, whether she was riding in his pocket or his belly, and she resented the interruption.
King Richard didn’t seem to notice her sorrow or care, however. He brought her up to his lips and gave her a sensual kiss that included rubbing his tongue over her exposed skin and even gently nibbling her with his teeth. She cringed, especially when his teeth gnawed on her breasts, but didn’t verbally protest. Her eyes watered with tears.
“Aren’t you going to kiss me back, sweetie?” Hardon questioned. His words were saccharine, but laced with the undercurrent of a threat. Millie whimpered softly before reciprocating with a small peck on his lower lip. His lips peeled back into a smug smile that turned her stomach.
“Oh, Millie, darling! How I adore thee!” the giant cooed, nuzzling her limp body with his nose. “Look, I brought you some new friends!” Millie’s frown deepened as the giant held her towards the cage so she could see the others. Jackie’s heart broke as she saw the poignant sadness etched into her expression. Millie gave them all a look of pained sympathy, cursed with the knowledge of what was to come.
King Richard hummed happily as he dropped Millie onto the wide expanse of his belly. She didn’t try to run: She knew there was no point, and she’d never escape him. He gripped the cage in his fingers, opened the door, and wormed his giant hand inside. The women shrieked and clambered to avoid him as their world rapidly morphed into a living nightmare, but he easily pinched Jackie between his fingers and tugged her out.
“No!” she cried. “Please don’t eat me!” The king sneered at her pleas. He obtained a vial of glowing blue fluid and dripped a single drop on her head. She shivered as the mysterious liquid was absorbed into her body. “W-what was that?” she stuttered.
Hardon didn’t bother to explain. He loved it when his prey was frightened and thrashed in his gut, unaware of the effects of the magical potion that prevented digestion. “Hm. Your looks leave something to be desired,” he remarked, squishing her face between his index finger and thumb. Despite the situation, Jackie deflated a bit with his insult. The king played with her in his hand, feeling up her body as she squirmed, and cocked an eyebrow. “Let’s see how you look without that dress.”
“What? No!” Hardon plucked at her fine dress and tore it off with ease. Jackie gasped, reflexively trying to cover up her nudity. The king grinned, stroking her up and down with his finger. She turned a ghastly pale shade as he raised the small naked woman up to his lips. “Stop!”
She tried to kick him, but instead the giant caught her legs in his mouth and slurped half her body inside. She shrieked with terror. His lips curved into a leer as he sampled her exquisite flavor, clearly enjoying himself. Jackie clawed at his face as she was slowly sucked further and further inside, up to her belly, then her chest, then her neck, so only her head was poking out. She felt his enormous tongue wrapping around her body, sliding all over her skin as she was enveloped in heat and wetness. His teeth teased her, kneading her back and chest with the alarming reminder that he could bite down at any time and end her life.
Jackie screamed, but she was cut off as her head was lapped into his mouth with the rest of her. The remaining group watched with terror as the giant’s lips and cheeks smacked and pulsed with movement, as he shuffled her around in his mouth. He paused and gave a full swallow, sighing with pleasure as her body slid down his throat. His neck throbbed as her small body passed through, to the horror of the other humans. Millie shuddered as his belly gurgled and filled out slightly underneath her. His crotch, too, bulged with arousal.
“Mmmmm, what a treat,” Hardon praised, licking his lips. His gaze settled on the cage, his pale eyes flashing with ravenous energy. “Who’s next?” He reached his hand out again, sending his victims into pandemonium as they bounced off each other like ping pong balls. He snagged Eren and dragged her out by her leg, kicking and screaming as she swung upside-down in his grasp.
“You repulsive ogre! Let go of me!” she shouted, brandishing her fist.
The giant king chuckled. “Mouthy, aren’t you? Perfect. I like my girls with some spunk.” He flipped her around and slapped her into his palm as she swore at him with venom. A drop of liquid fell on her head and absorbed into her body like a sponge, making her tingle with an odd cooling effect. Another drop splashed on her neck, but this one was an entirely different substance, warm and wet and smelly, and Eren realized with disgust that it was saliva dripping from the giant’s greedy maw.
Eren was filled with a white-hot rage as he began to tear at the stitching on the back of her dress with his fingertips. She felt helpless as she pushed against the folds of his palm with her hands, with no result. Her dress ripped at the seams and she felt his hot breath on her bare back as his face hovered over her. He ogled her figure with pleasure and gently ran the thick tip of his finger over her exposed shoulder blades and down her spine. Eren wanted to scream.
With no other option available, Eren did the only thing she could think to do and bit the crease of his hand as hard as she could. The king let out a gasp of surprise as her teeth sank into his skin; his hold on her loosened enough for her to wriggle out of his grip. She took a wild leap of faith and jumped out of his hand, falling until she landed on his broad chest and tumbled down to his belly. Despite her disorientation, she scrambled to regain her footing on the squishy surface and sprinted away blindly as fast as possible, shoving Millie out of the way in the process. Her tattered dress was disintegrating, leaving her torso fully exposed as the ripped top dropped around her waist. She tripped over the bottom half of the cumbersome garment and ended up with her face buried in fabric. Before she could get up, she felt pressure from the pads of two gigantic fingers cinch her hips and she was thrust into the air swiftly enough to make her nauseous.
“Nice try,” the king taunted, “but there’s no escaping me, you naughty little vixen.” He grasped the lacy hem of her dress and ripped the whole thing off with a flick of his wrist. His lustful eyes raked her naked form up and down as she persisted in fruitless struggle. His stomach growled and he raised her up to the wide expanse of his lips. Eren shuddered as the giant pair of pink lips parted like the curtains on a stage, revealing teeth draped in strands of saliva and moist darkness beyond. Eren cried out as the fingers forced her inside and the jaws closed around her, extinguishing the light.
Just like with Jackie, the humans could do nothing but observe helplessly as the wriggling lump that was once recognizable as a person shifted from cheek to cheek. Candy fancied, at one point, she could even see the outline of a tiny hand pressing out against the skin, desperate for an escape. The king tilted his head back, allowing the tasty woman to slide into his gullet, before contracting his throat muscles in a mighty gulp. He traced Eren’s path through his esophagus with his finger, letting out a soft moan of pleasure as she passed into his stomach. Millie cringed as his belly expanded and twitched beneath her with a raucous grumble.
“Ahhhhh...” the giant sighed, rubbing his belly with his hand. “I can feel them squirming inside, can’t you Millie?” He grinned at her expectantly, and she gave a small nod, her eyes swimming with tears. Without any more preamble, he reached into the cage and snatched up his next living snack, Addison. She didn’t make a sound, only flailing weakly in his fingers, as if too frail to properly resist. The king frowned with mild dissatisfaction as he examined her, picking at her feeble, matchstick limbs and rotating her in his hand.
Hardon huffed. “Why would that lunkhead Chester approve this?” he mumbled. He stripped her clothes off, the grooves in his face deepening with his disgust. “She’s too thin. In fact, she’s half-starved.” He gave her a probing lick, causing her to whine with fear. “She doesn’t even taste that good.” Addison shivered, covered in spit.
“Well, whatever.” The king dripped the magic anti-digestion potion on her head. “Down the hatch you go.” He dangled her over his mouth and nonchalantly dropped her inside. She squealed like a butchered pig as she disappeared into the void. Unlike with the others, the king didn’t toss her around in his mouth, instead opting to swallow her right away. Even though he considered the offering mediocre, he still smiled and massaged his belly with his hands as she joined the others in his increasingly full stomach, which gurgled noisily with the addition of fresh meat. “Not too bad, I suppose.”
A bolt of electricity jolted through Candy as his wolfish eyes turned to her with avaricious yearning. “One more.” She scrambled to get away, pressing herself against the bars as if believing she could morph into a gelatinous ooze and miraculously squeeze through. His fingers pinched around her and pulled her out. He lifted her high in the air, bringing her in close to his face to admire her. Candy, roiling in terror, started to cry.
“P-please... let me go...” she wailed pathetically, pushing against his fingertips.
The giant man ignored her as he devoured her delectable flesh with his eyes. After placing a drop of the magic potion on her head, he began to take off her clothes, unwrapping her like a special present until she was displayed to him in all her feminine glory. “Beautiful,” he murmured, tracing his finger down her side. Candy trembled as he explored her curvaceous body with his huge fingers: bouncing her breasts; sliding up and down her thighs, inside and out; sensually touching her narrow waist, slim belly, and cute little backside. His lips parted with carnal passion as he leaned forward, closer and closer, over her and all around her with his overwhelming mass. She was bathed in humid breath.
“You’re perfect,” he said reverently, almost in a whisper. “Oh lord... and I haven’t even tasted you yet...” His mouth watered with anticipation. He drew her in closer to his open lips, his tongue emerging like a primordial beast from the cavernous depths. Candy whimpered as the huge tongue slid over her frontal form, from her feet to her chin, bathing her in saliva. The king moaned with pleasure and continued to lick her like a lollipop all over, in all her sweet spots, waxing with gluttonous lust.
As he tasted and teased her, he was overcome with erotic sensory overload and his hand slid down into his shorts. Millie sat dumbly on her plush belly perch, trying to block out everything that was happening around her and praying that the giant had forgotten about her as he moaned louder and jerked himself off. He began to nibble Candy with his lips, bringing her further and further into his mouth with every stroke of his lips and tongue. Candy struggled, but she couldn’t fight him as she was finally pulled over the threshold of his teeth.
She cried out as the teeth closed around her and she was completely engulfed in the soggy inside of the giant’s mouth, surrounded by walls of bone rimmed with gums, with a fleshy tongue below and curved palate above. The tongue continued to wrestle her down, throwing her about, pressing her against the teeth, dragging her underneath into the hot meaty bowl full of drool below, weighing her down in a suffocating embrace. At the base of the maw, she could feel his blood pulsing through his veins in an excited rush. His moans of pleasure rumbled the stale air around her.
The tongue scooped her back up and to her horror she found herself sliding back, towards the foreboding gullet that provided ingress to the throat. She screamed and tried to surge forward, but the tongue reared up and forced her backwards. Her feet sank into the precipitous drop below, and the throat muscles clamped down on her and dragged her under. She only had a moment to desperately claw at the squishy tongue before she was sucked into the abyss.
Candy’s scream was choked out as the swallowing motion crushed the wind from her lungs. She sank down a terrifying distance, smashed on all sides, as the deafening boom of the giant’s heartbeat and breathing vibrated through his flesh. She struggled as panic consumed her rational mind, but the powerful esophagus clenched her so tightly that she couldn’t even push back, with her arms folded against her chest. Suddenly, her legs broke free and she wriggled them wildly as she was squeezed through a ring of muscle.
She fell through open space into a lake of hot acid. The gastric fluid churned and bubbled around her with rhythmic motions from the wrinkled stomach walls, groaning and rumbling loudly as the stomach worked to digest its contents. Something snapped inside Candy’s mind at the sight and she flipped out, thrashing wildly in a futile effort to escape. She punched and kicked the walls and floundered as she was stirred in the current. She accidentally elbowed something soft that let out a squeak of pain.
“Ouch! Watch it!” Eren hissed. Candy turned to behold Eren floating alongside her in the boiling juices. She looked scared, furious, and disheveled, but what caught Candy’s attention was that her skin was glowing softly, like a paper lantern. Candy glanced down and realized her hands and arms were glowing too, with an ethereal light that weakly illuminated the hollow cavity around them. She was even more baffled, disoriented, and shaken up than before. She didn’t understand why any of this was happening, and she was terrified of dying.
“We need to get out of here!” she screeched, pummeling the squishy innards more. She bumped into Addison, who was huddled up like a lost child and sobbing uncontrollably. Jackie, too, was somewhere inside the stomach, her haunted howls of despair echoing in the fleshy chamber as she fought her gastric confinement.
Candy lost it. She wailed and cried and bemoaned what a fool she had been, to think she even had a chance to be with the giant knight who was supposedly fated to be her lover. She should’ve never listened to that fortune teller, the deceitful old hag. She never expected something so horrible to happen to her, and now she was going to die because of her own stupidity. She wasn’t ready. She couldn’t accept her failure. Her sanity slipped away as she continued to lash out, embroiled in a flood of negative emotions: regret, pain, sadness, anger, defeat, and above all, terror.
On the outside, King Richard belched with satisfaction and patted his engorged belly, which was quite full after being stuffed with four tasty maidens. He enveloped Millie, who was shaking, gently in his palm and pressed her firmly into the fat of his belly. “Can you hear them in there?” he asked her with a devious chuckle.
Millie replied with a small nod. His stomach twitched and groaned with all the struggling going on inside. She could hear, muted by the thick walls of meat, tortured screams and loud squelches as the multitude of tiny prey panicked inside, not yet understanding that they were at least safe from digestion. She pushed against the giant’s belly with her palms, trying to pull away, but the giant king simply pressed her harder into his body, his belly jiggling as he laughed cruelly. Tears ran down her cheeks. She knew their pain all too well, having been ingested by the evil giant too many times to count.
“There’s room for one more,” Hardon teased, tapping his belly with the fingers of his opposite hand. Millie trembled with dread as the color sapped out of her face.
“No... anything but that...” she whimpered.
“Well then. You know what I want you to do.” The pressure on her let up as the giant loosened his hand. Millie let out a shaky sigh and wiped her eyes with her forearm. She crawled on rubbery limbs down the curve of his belly, towards his groin. She could clearly see how sexually stimulated he was from devouring the tiny women, with his enormous erection rising above her head, dwarfing her. With another heavy sigh, and a sick twisting in her guts, Millie slid under the waistband of his braies to access the tall pillar within.
King Richard reclined on his bed with sublime pleasure, folding his arms behind his head and closing his eyes. He moaned with satisfaction and shifted his legs while his hard cock was stroked up and down by tiny hands and limbs as Millie performed for him. He also thoroughly enjoyed the ceaseless squirming in his gut. Fresh prey was the best, with how lively and terrified they were. A smile graced his lips as he thought about his favorite new addition to his collection, the big-breasted blonde lady. She was both delicious and beautiful. As much as he adored Millie, he thought to himself that this new girl might be his favorite now. He would tame her, break her, and make her his own. She would be his forever.
Chapter 11
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Request: generic anthro wolf girl in small cropped top and low waist jeans standing and holding her full stomach with the crotch in the pants popped open and a satisfied look on her face. Vore would be nice to include but Its fine if u dont wanna (make the stomach medium sized - not huge but not small enough to be completely grounded in reality, the vore of the orange cat girl and lavender mouse you did is around the right size I'm looking for!)
was so enamored with the drive thru order approach to this request that i had to do it immediately
[ID: a drawing of the above scenario, featuring a gray anthro wolf standing there holding her full belly and smiling. an interior view shows a furious sheep inside her belly.]
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What does your husbando/waifu/nonbinary barbie-crotched S/O says about you?
TW: slight teasing,but oh well...., also nsfw themes and swearing ( sowwy)
TEAM FARTRESS 2
Scooter/weanie man: complete morosexual or the unhuman need to take care of Boston inhabitants with room temperature EQ ( en englais: you have the mommy/daddy/parent kink and you want to show that boi all the love he deserves)
Soldier: you are a human carpet ( sub) or so Dom my sibling in Christ I am terrified. You think his bravery/randomness is endearing or you got roped in by every tumblr/wattpad headcanon potraying him as the ultimate beefcake ( cant argue with you, mofo built like a brickhouse on steroids without the roids.)
Pybro: A. you are a nonbinary peep and any nb representation makes your ovaries/balls/reproductive parts COMBUst with excitment. B. intense latex/leather kink with slight burn/wax play on main. I am both afraid and faschinated by your ability to flesh out on a person we barely know the most basics of their personaility, Godspeed you allmighty bAstERD <3
eNGIe: cowboy appreciator, daddy seeker and parental figure creamer connesuer, you fell in love with the ( here ) so much you actively search and look out for the gruff, wrench handling and guitar-playing texas man of your dreams. No matter your gender or sexuality engie hits that hotspot only the daddiest of daddies hit !
Heavy: rare breed of bear enjoyer, probs an older sibling that wants to make the older sibling ( tired, unhydrated and slighty (( extremely)) in need of therapy) pair. Probably not a huge shipper since you view HeavyMedic as more of a platonic pairing, or you are of the rarest Medicx Reader x Heavy poly sandwich. Please dont hug him too tight, hell hug tired and make your eyes pop like a cheap pop eyed toy.
Demo: contrary to popular belief, you are not a bbc enjoyer/seeker, Demoman isnt just a sextoy to you. He is just the only level headed person you see in a team of morons ( for u) or manchildren with murder tendencies and well, JUST LOOK AT HIM, HE IS BUILT WITH ABBS LIKE A WASHBOARD AND LOVES HIS MOM, HE IS NOT HUSBAND MATERIAL. HE IS SOULMATE/LOVE TILL DEATH ( WONT DO YOU PART, HE KNOWS MAGIK TO RECITATE YOU) , PLEASE I SALUTE YOU YOU GLORIOUS TAVISH ENJOYER!
Medic: WE GET IT HE IS HANDSOME AND SOUNDS EITHER LIKE A CHICKEN WITH A TOP TIER DANTE DEMON OR HOT GERMAN GILF! Please dont canoodle him so hard, youll throw out his back or break his hip. Also very questionable kinks ( i see you blood kinksters). You unironically are the I cAn MakE HiM So MUch WorSE squad and you scare me.
Sniper: yes he is the ratman ofyour dreams and yes he is also really pretty, but please stop treating him like a man who aint also a hired killer. Yes he wont even think to correct his Macas orders, but he will and can make you swoon so hard you look redder than Pyros suit, mans gots that outdoors, unshowered , rugged swagg and he is rocking it harder than the fricking 80s <3 <3
Spah: yesh you have a french kink, yes you want him to whisper in your ear soft french while he btters your bagguet, probably into dilfs or gilfs in the distance because none is a dilf /suave/sensual enough for you. ( perfume isnt a shower, go to shower now, mon petit coucou
RESIDENT EVIL VILLAGE ( or the bimbofied RE4)
Lady Alcina Dimitrescu: a cis male/ a sapphic soul/trans,enby vagabond who respectfully wants to drown while motorboating he absolute units of bazoongas. Perhaps slight size kink and perhaps a person who doesnt mind a good blood slurped by their F! S/O if their tumm had the ramblies. Please dont go overboard, or youll enter the unholy assemblange of vore/stuffing kink irl
Donna Bienevento: creepypasta kid, you unironically got spooked first time you read Jeff the Killer. Probably into some questionable types of literature, hardcore horror enjoyer who also has a sanrio addiction. You have tried some kinds of handcraftmanship and might even have some hobbies that involve handiwork. I applaud you, but please dont give the basement FEOTus monster your choccy milk, itll have the zoomies and knock of angies card-castle.
Salvatore Moreau: the epitome of I can fix him! peeps, probably slight hurt/comfort enjoyer. You saw how dirty all the other treat him and you crave to make fish man happy. Both feet in monsterfuckening domain, unironically want to do the dirty while he is at monster form. Maybe you saw the Shape of Water and your brain did the thingy, but oh well, please continue on and make the lord of the reservoir the happiest fish in the sea!
Karl Heisenberg : you slimy, daddy kinked bAsterds, cant we have one game with a slight rat man with a good VA without yall flocking to him like lycans to his factory for french toast scraps??? slight bdsm enjoyer, or person who wants metal rat man happy and softened out like a soviet made breadcutter blade after a top tier professional restoration. Either way, please handle with care he may cry if you hug him the good way
The duke: an absolute chad who may or may not want to drown all your sorrows to a large, beautiful, suave man hug ( or man-thing, you never know.) You seriously deserve the world, because you be pumping fics faster than a heated political debate on Reddit. Also probably a slight hand kink, we all show those monsters at the Shadow of Rose DLC.
#tf2 fanfiction#tf2 headcanons#re8 headcanons#tw sex mention#tw bullies#tf2 fandom#tf2 facts#re8 facts#re8 shitpost#re8 lords#tf2 x reader#re8 x reader#lady alcina#donna beneviento#karl#salvatore moreau#tf2#tf2 medic#tf2 scout
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Conceding To The Curse
A Supernatural vore story prompted by @vorepred223311
CW: Incest
Cas had just watched Dean wreck a whole group of demons. The hunter hadn't just fought them off either. He had devoured them, ripping away their clothes as he shoved the men into his mouth and down his throat. Cas knew the mark of Cain was powerful, but he hadn't expected this.
He watched as Dean seemed to take his time with the last demon. Cas could see the pleasure on the hunter's face despite the black demon eyes as his meal's legs disappeared behind his smile. Dean's satisfied smirk after swallowing the bare feet and the way he licked his lips were unsettling.
"Dean, you've got to stop this!" Cas shouted, "You're losing control."
"I feel fine," Dean smirked as he rubbed his stomach, "In fact, I feel better than ever."
Cas moved closer, putting his hands on Dean's shoulders and looking Dean in his inky black eyes, "This isn't you Dean. You've got to resist-"
Cas had made the mistake of getting too close. In an instant, Dean's mouth was closed around his head as his clothes were being torn off. Cas tried to fight him, but every part of the hunter, especially his mouth and throat, had been strengthened by the mark. Only now did Cas understand the true meaning behind Cain's weapon as his face slid past Dean's jawbone.
He could feel Dean's tongue sliding over his bare skin as his torso entered the now demonic hunter's maw. He couldn't hear anything but the pleased sounds of Dean savoring his flesh. His angelic powers were useless as he felt hands grab his ass shove him further down the inescapable throat.
Several minutes of gulping and slurping later and Cas had fully dropped into Dean's stomach. The demons he'd eaten only a little while ago didn't leave much room for him. Cas was completely cramped up against them in the hot wet space.
Dean grinned as he slouched down to a seat to rub his engorged stomach. Ever since he'd gotten the mark he'd been eating a guy here or there, but he'd never had so many at once before. He loved the feeling of them trying to move around. Some of their wiggling and writhing jostled a long deep belch out him.
"What was that?" Sam rushed into the room.
"Nothing Sammy."
"Dean! What the hell happened to you? What's going on with your stomach?"
"Just had a big meal."
Dean was somehow still hungry. The mark was telling him the best meal of all was right in front of him. It shouldn't have been a surprise that the curse of Cain wanted him to eat his brother most of all.
"Are you insane?!" Sam was flustered as he approached Dean, "This is far from normal."
"It's the new normal Sammy, better get used to it."
"What did you even eat?"
Sam reached out to touch his stomach, startled when it moved underneath his hand. He looked around the room, finally noticing all the torn clothes. He pieced together what had happened a moment too late. Dean grabbed his arm and shoved it into his mouth, sucking on it and pulling the hand attached to it into his throat.
"Dean! What are you doing?! Stop!"
Dean swallowed and now his whole forearm was gone. Sam pushed against him with his hand, but was no match for Dean's new strength. Sam felt his clothes shred with a few casual swipes of his brother's hand, leaving him completely naked.
Dean took his time with Sam, tasting every inch of salty flesh as he slowly worked his brother towards his guy. Sam was the best thing he'd ever eaten, better than any cheeseburger, pie, or even the sweet angel meal he'd just had. His brother had continued to protest, even as his cries were muffled by Dean's throat and that only made it even better for Dean.
Sam's delicious stomach slid over his tongue, but the best part came next. As Dean gulped his brother in deeper, his mouth filled with Sam's crotch and ass. The supple cheeks and big meaty groin took all of Dean's attention for a while. He made sure he didn't miss even a bit of flavor as he worked his tongue into every nook and cranny. He would have been surprised at Sam getting hard if he didn't already have a raging boner of his own.
Dean started to jack off as Sam twitched in his mouth. A few more licks and Dean's mouth flooded with a new salty and sweet flavor. Dean continued to stroke himself as he tilted his head back and slowly gulped at Sam's legs. He enjoyed the taste of his brother's thighs, then calves, and finally his feet. He stopped on those for a bit, it was the last taste he'd get and he wanted to savor it.
One final gulp sent Sam to join Cas and the demons. Dean focused on the feeling of them writhing around, ignoring the pleas to let them out. With a very full belly and the taste of his brother on his tongue, Dean had never been harder. He let out another massive burp which combined all the flavors of everyone he'd eaten. That reminder had him cumming in no time, a massive load splattering around the room.
As he settled into a nap, the struggles inside him began to slow. He knew once he woke up his stomach would be back to normal, but that had him thinking. Maybe there was something in the bunker that could make it so he could eat Cas and Sam over and over again. He'd check when he woke up.
#gay vore#dean winchester pred#castiel prey#sam winchester prey#male pred#male prey#male vore#same size vore#m/m#my writing#supernatural smut
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Hello! This is Crystal and this is my kink blog! 25+ year old trans lesbian. This is mainly an AB/DL blog but I believe there is a line and it's the sexualization of littles (those who regress nonsexually) I . Also I am a trans woman not a FUCKING CISSY. Sissy blogs and "professional mommy" scam blogs will be shot on sight. Trans sissys are on thin ice. if isee you tagging your trans selfies with humiliated sissy tags you r getting the bullet too.
I have a fetish around the like autistic feeling of THICKNESS and poofynees like. I love tiddies, pillows, big poofy dresses, chubby girls, and of course diapers. Which to me are just big pillows you wear around your crotch.
So yeah I'm much more of a DL than an AB though I have found therapeutic rewards from regressing recently. Outside of strict DL stuff I mainly incorporate AB elements for the humiliation aspect.
Outside of ab/dl my main kinks include petplay, slaveplay, inanimate tfs, hypnosis, vore, and praise kink. If plush sensations are my physical fetish then I would say a general wanting to be owned and desired/objectified is my emotional one.
I am already happily owned and this is more of a place where I can kinkpost, maayyyyybe share pictures where my face is edited/cropped out, and maybe write some fics.
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Vore is inherently nsfw. I masturbate to vore. How exactly Are you going to make vore sfw.
I'm glad you do but leave that to the mind of each person. A good chunk of people probably do rock their crotch to it, but not everybody has that same sexual feeling/desire when viewing content like this.
So as for this blog, I try to keep it as SFW as possible by not posting things like sex, erections, nudity, masturbation, or things of similar nature so that people can enjoy vorish content (for whatever reason the viewer finds interest in it) without the sexual connotations that are usually found in media
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Another art trade for my friend Akari! More crotch belly goodness
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Struggling with an idea for the fest? Look here 👀
This is the second part of three posts to tickle your creativity and suggest possible uses of our 2024 prompts! Catch up on part 1 here.
Part 2: Punishment (physical)
Punishment - The imposition of a penalty or deprivation for wrongdoing.
In canon era or in our modern days, punishment is surely a part of life.
We see Merlin getting sent to the stocks (s01e01; s01e07, other mentions); and Uther sending Arthur to the dungeons for misbehaving (s01e04), teachers have been known to spank students, just to make some examples.
In Medieval times common corporal punishments included whipping, stocks, pillory, branding or mutilation. Some interesting instruments for punishment were introduced by that time, such as cucking stools, iron chairs and many others... Public humiliation and shaming were also big.
Sticking Goats ("The Horse")
The victim was placed on horseback on this torture device with weights tied to the wrists and ankles. The sharp rib of the bar would dig into the crotch, causing unbearable pain. (source)
Some tortures were focused on genitals, it is said the origin of chastity cages is as torture devices.
Does your character find themselves getting punished... but they turn out to like it?
Does Arthur develop an odd longing for spanking after years of Uther disciplining him like that? Does someone discover a vore kink after getting a pass in a Sicilian Bull? Or they find getting almost burned feels really hot but in a different way? Do you want to explain Merlin's yelp after Arthur threatens him with a spoon? Are they forced to wear a shaming mask and their lover finds seeing them gagged is really sexy?
As you see history is full of different punishment methods, but if you don't feel like delving into the gruesome-ness of real life you can explore some magical possibilities.
Do the druid have specific punishments for their own people's misbehaviours? Could the consequences for Elyan disturbing the druid's camp have been spicier? Do Merlin or Morgana have some magic tricks up their sleeves to punish their sub/s in bed? ✨
Getting back to reality for a moment.
IRL, in BDSM relationships, outside of roleplay – where they could be roleplaying a punishment scene for pleasure, which is FUNishment – the punishment is to communicate the master/dom/domme's disapproval. For example if a partner forgets to use the proper honorific to address them or they don't follow an order properly or break a rule, they must face consequences.
Discipline can take on many forms.
Usually if an activity is done during play or for pleasure (example: if a sub loves getting spanked=funishment) that is not used as punishment, since that would not be the most effective form of punishment/behaviour correction.
Still, spanking is a big classic and we all love it! Impact play can be done with many objects and they each leave different marks too!
Corporal punishments can be walking on knees or barefoot on a painful surface (stones, uncooked pasta, hot concrete...), wearing a yoni egg without dropping it or wearing a butt plug or nipple clamps for a day. Tickling, boot licking, writing insults on their bodies, being forced to exercise, orgasm torture... which do you think fits your character best?
Explore which senses are triggered during the punishment.
Explore where the punishment takes place: in private? in public? Are they in the dungeons, where they risk people coming in? Are they in the forest where the discomforts of Nature are part of the punishment?
Are they alone? Sometimes the worst punishment is that which we inflict on ourselves... In fact some kinksters believe punishments that are most effective are not physically painful.
We'll delve in non-physical punishments in our next part! Stay tuned.
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CW: monster transformation, mind corruption, suggested cnc, suggested vore
something isn't right. you just can't quite put your finger on it
you know weird things started to happen after you found that comet shard… your friend said it was emitting spores. weird how a space rock could do that. but it looked cool, so you brought it home
the weirdness started… was it before or after you coughed up purple slime? after, probably. you're pretty sure the friend who told you about the spores said the same spores were in the slime… what was their name again? it started with an S… or a K?
whatever, you know the weird things started before the sleepwalking. like, all your clothes seemed to shrink in the wash because everything was so tight on your body. THEN the sleepwalking started
well, more like sleep eating. you'd wake up in front of your fridge with it half empty and a bloated stomach. you had to stop stocking up on food because you kept eating all of it in the night. although you still find yourself waking up in the morning with your stomach uncomfortably full…
you knew well enough that the purple scales on your arms weren't normal. you didn't really need your friend to point it out. but you couldn't afford to go to the doctor, especially since you seemed to have a late growth spurt (doesn't that stop in your teens?) and had to buy a new wardrobe. your friend took a sample to study and they say it has the same genetic makeup as the spores? you're not a biologist, so you don't really get it
you probably should have been more worried about the extra limbs growing from your shoulders, but you were more focused on these cravings for meat you had. you'd start drooling at the sight of meat! it wouldn't be so bad if your drool wasn't that purple slime… but these hunger pangs were getting to be too much! you caught yourself staring at a neighbor the other day, and they looked so good…
what wasn't right? you're not sure… something was wrong but… maybe it was the swelling in your abdomen. the one that seemed to press down right on top of your crotch, making you delirious…
yeah, you bet that's what was wrong. you stood up from your nest, careful of your friend glued to the wall with your slime. their stomach was distended with your eggs, so they wouldn't be able to handle more. you'd have to find someone else to carry this clutch… and maybe find a snack along the way
#silly millie speaks#mind corruption#monster transformation#trans nsft#mtf nsft#t4t nsft#cnc k!nk#cnc tw//#v0re
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Samuraiden Valentine's Day
Femboy Raiden was requested so I decided to turn it into a Valentie's Day special. Warning: highly cursed smut. Expect to never listen to Snake Eater again
Raiden posed seductively on his bed. He had invited Sam over for the evening and was getting ready to give said Brazilian a strip tease. "Bonito, how can we do this if you're mostly metal?" The cyborg then placed a clawed finger over the mans lips. "Just let me do this or I swear that I'm going to fucking gag you!" Sam then felt something begin to rise and it wasn't a metal gear ray.
Anyway back to Jack. Raiden had decided to pick a special outfit for tonight. He had doktor cutosmize his body so that his chest now resembled a lacey red bra and his crotch plate was now a matching set of panties. He had dyed his hair a light pink and put on some white cat ears. Also included were his usual pumps but in hot red. The cyborg then started posing Bayonetta style, giving high kicks to the air as he rested. "Would you fuck me? I'd fuck me. I'd fuck me HARD!"
"Jack, we can do your little movie questionnaires tomorrow. Right now I'm gonna show you the difference between a tool and a sword." Raiden then pushed Sam on to the bed and waved his finger. "Not until I've finished my dance." He then started grinding on top of Samuel. "Oh good. Why that's very good! Yes I like that!" the Brazilian moaned. They began to share a passionate kiss only for Raiden to bite too hard, nearly ripping off the mans lip in the process. This was the price one would pay for frenching a jaw made of steel but he was hardly complaining.
"Sorry..." the cyborg said. "I'm not quite used to this body yet." Sam laughed. "Nevermind it blondie. Better yet, I encourage it!" Raiden paused. "What are you saying!?" Sam then smacked the cyborgs ass like a drum. "More. Hurt me MORE!" Just like that and he was turned on. By that I mean the switch to let Jack out had been hit. "I think it's time I give you a demonstration..."
Jack then pulled out l' étranger and used it's whip form on the man beneath him. He hit each cheek in rythmn to hollaback girl. "Had enough yet puta?" Sam groaned. "That's Spanish, not Portuguese. You better show me a good time Jack!" Crap. It seemed like he did something wrong. "On to plan B then." Jack thought. "I think I'll show you what I learned after finishing off Vamp. Let's just say I'm very skilled in the art of being a snake eater."
Jack then shredded Sam's pants with his razor sharp claws until he found what he was looking for. He then said "It's Metal Gear Rising time!" and began to pump Sam's errect cock. Before he could let Sam become a snake beater, he unhinged his jaw and removed the metal plating. He then swallowed his penis whole like he had some strange vore fetish. Soon Sam climaxed and cried "THERE WILL BE CUM, SHED!"
Jack then swallowed because he knew this would be his only source of electrolytes for the night. He then crawled on the bed next to his lover and said "boowomp". Sam was just getting started though. "Let's dance!" He tore off the lingerie and felt Jacks pecks. He tried to see if his nipples were hard and felt around. He then heard a click and released that his boyfriend was coming apart at the seams.
Sam noticed a small section of wires poking out. He began to gently press his finger into the crease and heard Jack begin to moan. He took this as a sign to continue and started penetrating deeper with his finger. Jack then rolled his head around and let out a loud "MEEEEOOOOOOWWWW". The screen quickly shifts to their next door neighbour Adam. Loud Russian cursing could be heard and it was then that he decided that tonight was when he was going to call animal control.
Sam felt a jolt pass through his finger and pulled his hand back. It probably wasn't the smartest idea to use his metal hand. He then made a mental note to ask Monsoon about how electricity works. Now it was time for him to reach third base. He spread the cyborgs thighs and took out some lube, only to find that Raiden had no sort of entrance. He was like Ken but instead of being moulded plastic it was steel.
"Where is it!?" Sam searched frantically but the only brown eyes he could find were his own two that were looking downward. "What's taking so long Sam?" The Brazilian wasn't sure how to phrase this. "Erm Jack, where is-, how do you-, I can't fin-". The cyborg tried to calm him down. "What's wrong. This is never a problem with Rose." Sam just started at him. "Who?"
"My wife but she isn't relevant to this story. What she does is give me a strap-on and then that's how we do it." Sam was shocked. "But- but... that gorgeous ass. Why would such a pretty boy have one if he wasn't going go use it?" Now it was Raiden's turn to laugh. "Sam, this is a metal gear game. Everyone has enough cake for a bakery."
"That's it! Shut it off!" Sam turned off his VR headset. He thought he could at least be with blondie like this but virtual reality was cruel. He then turned on Titanic and let his hair down. He was wearing a women's business dress. "Why can't I be the Rose to your Jack?!" He then began to sob while Bladewolf prayed that if a god did exist then he would take away his hearing abilities.
#crack fic#shitpost#mgrr#metal gear rising revengeance#raiden mgr#jetstream sam#samuraiden#cursed#Mgs characters having canonically large posteriors#Bladewolf at the end#Monsoon and Vamp mentioned#Certain Russian man gets two second cameo#samuel rodrigues
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Guest: Joshua the Giant Mage
Name: Joshua Deepcrag
Vore Role: Pred leaning
Backstory: A half-giant mage who recently graduated from the mage academy. Is currently trying to study his ancestry as well as rune spells
Class: Mage
Age: early 20s
Current Bodyshape: Extremely pear shaped and belly heavy with vast hips and ass, and a gut that sticks out a couple feet out in front of him, Has a noticeable pair of fatty moobs
Race: Half-Giant
Skin Color: Tan
Current Color and Hairstyle: Lengthy curvy red hair that reaches just past his shoulders.
Current Breast Size: B-cups
Current Ass Size: 60 inches across each flabby cheek
Current Crotch: A 30 inch cock that’s 10 inches wide with wrinkled nuts that span roughly 12 inches across each
Current Height: 8'2
Current Weight Roughly 650lbs
Personality: Casual, curious, eager to learn, experiment, and explore, can be a bit oblivious at times.
Usual Apparel: Dark red robes, tunic, and leggings.
Abilities/Powers-
Half-Giant Physiology
Runic Magic
Advanced earth and fire magic
Items of Note-
Flask of Magic Ink: Magic ink used to make spell circles, mostly used for ritual magic when the user doesn't need to make a spell circle out of mana but can also be used for runes
Bodychange and Rune Spellbook: A book of spells that revolve around changing the body or adding different effects to it via runes
Iron Staff
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Been a while, but here's some new Teen Wolf vore smut for you guys...
Scott's Beta Buffet
Scott lounged back in the small office connected to the locker room. It had been a long day and a long practice, especially since Coach was out of town and Scott was doing more than just assisting today. He stretched his arms up behind his head and caught a whiff of his own musk. It was extra strong today. Probably because he hadn't had a good filling meal in a couple days.
Isaac was coming to pick him up tonight. Scott thought about how nice it would feel to have his boyfriend in his stomach and it immediately grumbled about how empty it was now. On top of that, he was feeling super horny too which only made him think about just how empty his balls were right now too.
Just as he was getting comfortable, there was a knock on the door of the office. A quick sniff told him that it was Liam, who hadn't yet taken a shower. The smell of his beta's musk made Scott's dick throb and stomach rumble.
"Come in!" Scott called out.
The door opened and Liam stepped in. The beta stopped just inside and took in the scents that had been building in the small office. Scott's regular musk was there, but he could also smell lust blanketed in the alpha's pheromones. His alpha's pheromones.
Liam adjusted himself as he shut the door behind him. The smell of his alpha's musk and pheromones drew him further into the room. His alpha needed something and as Scott's beta it was his job to take care of it.
"What's up?" Scott asked.
Liam's voice was a bit woozy, "I could smell you from the locker room. Tell me how I can help."
"Liam," Scott's stomach rumbled, "I'll be fine. Isaac will be here in a little bit."
Regardless of what he'd just said, Scott's cock twitched at the sight of his half naked beta. There was a bead of sweat trailing down the hairs on Liam's chest that Scott couldn't help but imagine the flavor of. A bit of seasoning that would add to Liam's already delicious flavor.
"Looks like you could use some help now." Liam gestured to the tent in Scott's shorts.
Scott sighed and sunk back into his chair, "You know what will happen if you stay in here right now..."
"I know," Liam chuckled as he moved around the desk, "but I still want to help."
Liam spun Scott towards him and dropped down onto his knees. The beta yanked Scott's shorts and jock down, immediately getting dizzy from the direct hit of the alpha's pheromones. Liam leaned into the smell, his nose against the base of Scott's cock as he inhaled. Then he got to work lapping at his alpha's musky crotch.
"Damn, Liam, that feels great..." Scott groaned.
Liam filled his mouth with Scott's cock. The alpha's thick shaft pushed down into his throat while the beta pounded away at his own meat. Liam knew before this was all over he'd end up inside his alpha, but he didn't care.
That moment came sooner than expected when Scott pulled out of his mouth. Before he could even think about it, Liam's face was shoved into his alpha's cock slit. He could feel the heavy organ slowly engulfing him, precum lubing the trip towards Scott's soon to be heavy sack.
Scott writhed in his chair as waves of pleasure washed over him. It had been far too long since he'd had a guy in his cock. It had really only been a couple days, if that. Stiles had slipped down it just yesterday, but it felt like forever.
"Scott?" A voice and light knock sounded at the door.
The alpha had already noticed Alec listening outside of the door, "Come in and shut the door behind you."
Alec hustled into the room to sight of Scott peeling off Liam's lacrosse shorts and jock as the beta's hard cock and plump ass disappeared into the alpha's enlarged pred cock. The second thing that hit Alec was the smell of musk, sex, and his alpha's pheromones. There was no way he was going to be able to hide his hardon.
"That's hot." Alec was practically drooling.
"You here to help your alpha too?" Scott grunted as Liam's thighs slipped into him.
"Absolutely!" Alec rushed over and pulled off Liam's shoes and socks.
"You know that means you'll end up inside me too." Scott rubbed at the lump Liam was making in his cock.
"Yeah, I know. I've walked in on Brett and Nolan before."
Scott moaned as Liam's feet were swallowed up. As the alpha stroked Liam's body down into his balls, Alec stripped off every scrap of his lacrosse uniform he was still wearing. Scott was glad when he could smell his newest beta hadn't showered yet. Though he still planned to have Alec work up even more of a sweat.
"Rub on my balls." Scott commanded.
Alec knelt down and massaged the Liam shaped lump. It didn't take but a few moments for the alpha's balls to work his first beta into a massive thick load.
Scott licked his lips as he thought about how the naked morsel kneeling in front of him would taste. But with a big load weighing down his balls again he also had a massive urge to unload some of it. Scott reached down and picked Alec up by the armpits. He debated just shoving the beta in his mouth, but his balls won out. Besides he could always swallow him after.
Scott bent Alec over the desk. The alpha used some of the pre still leaking from his cock to lube up the beta's hole. Then he started stuffing his thick length into Alec's ass.
Scott bucked into his beta. Alec whimpered and groaned with each thrust, so the alpha held a hand over his mouth to keep him quiet. The whole scenario turned Scott on. He loved when his betas took care of him. Whenever the alpha was hungry or horny they always turned into needy little snacks. Scott grunted as Alec's hole finally milked a good amount of Liam out of him.
Scott's stomach growled again as he collapsed on top of Alec. The beta still moaned under him, now loaded with the alpha's cum. Scott wasn't going to wait any longer.
The alpha wrapped his mouth around Alec's head and finally got a taste of the savory sweat that he'd been excited for since he saw some dripping down Liam's body. He pulled his cock out of the beta's now dripping hole as he stood up to be able to shovel more of Alec into his throat. He moaned around all the musky muscle he was finally getting to devour.
"Damn, babe. Couldn't wait, huh?" Isaac's voice pulled Scott's attention towards the door that was already shut again.
Scott didn't try to respond, not that he needed to. Isaac was already crossing the room and pushing Scott down into his chair. Thankfully, it was nice and sturdy, because the beta was already stripping down and climbing onto Scott's lap.
With one hand Isaac lifted Alec's legs into the air to help ease the alpha's swallowing and with the other he guided Scott's still stiff cock into his hole. The beta eagerly started bouncing in rhythm with the alpha's swallows, even sucking and licking at Alec's dick before it disappeared into Scott's mouth.
Scott groaned as the sweaty thighs slipped past his lips. The flavor of his newest beta was extra intense after practice. That combined with the feeling of Isaac's hole gripping his thick cock was going bringing him to a quick climax. As he licked at Alec's feet, he finally unloaded the last of his Liam load into Isaac's eager ass. He savored Alec's salty flavor one last time before a final gulp sent the boy down behind his now bloated abs.
Isaac, deliriously full of Scott's cum didn't even get a chance to process what the alpha said until his head was already down Scott's throat. Only then did he realized the words he heard were 'still hungry'. Isaac wasn't surprised though. He knew Scott well and suspected it was going to be a binge night.
Scott and Isaac both enjoyed the beta's trip into the alpha's maw. Soon Isaac would be settling in with Alec. The feeling of Scott's tongue all over his body and especially in his used hole got Isaac excited all over again. Scott was enjoying himself too, but his need to feed made short work of the beta.
One last swallow sent Isaac's sweet little toes down his gullet. Scott just collapsed back into his chair. Some movement in his belly from Isaac jostled out a long deep burp that felt pretty satisfying.
There were a few minutes of silence before he heard a quiet knock on the office door before it opened.
"Coach?" Nolan's timid voice asked before he saw Scott sprawled out in his chair, "Oh, sorry. Thought I heard something."
"You know exactly what you heard." Scott stared at the barely dressed co-captain.
"Yeah." Nolan looked down at the floor briefly before his gaze slid back up to Scott's exposed and still dripping cock, then his slightly shaking stomach.
"So?"
"Can I..."
"Can you what?"
"Can I rub your belly?"
"Sure." Scott grinned, shifting in his chair to give Nolan a better view.
Nolan approched slowly, tentatively reaching out a hand to touch the now consistently moving bumps of the alpha's gut. He leaned down putting an ear to the distended abs and could hear soft whining moans from inside.
"Are they?"
"Fucking?" Scott smiled, "Definitely."
"Who...?"
"Isaac and Alec."
"Did you...?" Nolan's other hand trailed down to Scott's dripping cock, stroking it.
"Both of them." Scott watched as Nolan licked some of the alpha's cum off his fingers, "How's Liam taste?"
A moment of realization and surprise lit up the co-captain's face as he swallowed, "Good!" Nolan whispered, hands still moving, "You must be so full."
"Not quite."
That was the last thing Nolan heard before he was stuffed into Scott's maw. The alpha no longer taking his time, greedily tore off the little human beta's clothes and gulped quickly. The boy was definitely sweet, a nice dessert to finish off his meal.
Scott let out one last long burp before settling back to enjoy the motion in his belly. The rocking and moans from within lulling him into a nice nap. He loved feeling full.
#gay vore#male pred#male prey#male vore#same size vore#m/m#my writing#teen wolf smut#belly play#scott mccall pred#liam dunbar prey#teen wolf alec prey#isaac lahey prey#nolan holloway prey
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Voretober 15 - Beauty
Length: 2000 words
Vore type: F/M oral vore, reluctant prey
Fandom: Pokemon
Other info: Seviper pred, human prey, sexual content, slight exhibitionism?
Summary: Beauty Jessica takes her friend to a sauna and convinces him to get eaten with her. It ends awkwardly.
A pair of friends sat at a table at Kecleon Kafe, one with a warm bowl of soup, and the other slowly making her way through a sandwich.
"So is it difficult to train Pokemon?" Dylan asked, trying and failing to scoop up some more noodles. "I mean, you've gotta spend so much time looking that pretty, and on top of that… well, I can't imagine battles are exactly clean endeavors."
Jessica gestured impatiently for herself as she finished her bite. "Ahem. Well, I'm not exactly looking to challenge the League or anything, so it's more of a leisure activity than a real time sink. Besides, it's my girls who get dirty in a fight - not that Leona or Sevy ever mind a spa trip."
Dylan raised his eybrows. "Really? I understand Leona, since Kecleons are… kinda the mascot of this area, but I'd think spas wouldn't take too kindly to snakes, especially Poison-types."
A mischeivous giggle escaped the young Beauty. "Mm, I thought so too, at first, so… her first few visits were not exactly disclosed to the staff. I only worked up the courage to ask about Sevipers on my fourth or fifth trip." She glanced at her phone. "Speaking of, I should head over there if I want to sneak in a spa day today. Care to join me?"
"By which you mean, care to pay for it?" Dylan deadpanned, but with a friendly smile.
"Am I so transparent?"
"You'd give Leona a run for her money."
"Please? I wanted to pick up a new bottle of scale oil for the girls, but that plus a trip to the sauna is a bit more than I'm carrying." Jessica carefully dabbed her mouth with a napkin, then leaned in on her elbows. "Besides, it's not like you don't get something out of it."
Dylan drank down the last of his soup. "Fine, fine. But hey, as your friend, don't get in the habit of letting guys give you money to see you naked, okay?"
Jessica feigned outrage, "hey, what kind of girl do you think I am?"
"A broke bitch, clearly." Dylan dodged the thrown straw wrapper, gathered his garbage, and stood up. "So, to the spa?"
"To the spa," Jessica concurred.
One short walk and a pair of spa admissions later, Dylan found himself locking his clothes in a locker. With a towel around his waist, he quickly made his way to a small sauna room. Inside, Jessica and her Pokemon already sat - herself on the bench in a towel, her Kecleon laying across her lap, and her Seviper surprisingly un-zigzagged across the floor. On his arrival, the Ninetales resting next to the stone and water buckets stood and made a sound of alarm. Jessica jolted back to focus and looked at him.
"Oh, we arrived together. He's fine." At her words, the Ninetales gave Dylan a cautionary look, but laid back down on the floor. "Thanks though, Ninetales."
Jessica beckoned her friend over, and he sat next to her, being careful to step over Sevy's bladed tail. With his hands folded conspicuously in his lap, he did his best to relax next to her. This lasted all of ten seconds before the Beauty nudged him and wiggled a bottle of oil. "Wanna help me put it on them?"
"I'm trying to relax," Dylan groaned.
"And I'm trying to help!" At his incredulous look, she explained, "the steady, repetitive motions are very calming - especially with Sevy - their scales feel nice to rub, and…" she looked pointedly at his crotch, "it'll take your mind off of things for a little. Plus, I bet Sevy will give you a massage if you give her one."
Dylan looked at the Seviper, who smiled back at him. "Being a snake, I think she'll give me one regardless," he said. Sevy nodded, and Dylan smirked at his friend. "Sorry, Jess, they're your Pokemon to take care of."
"Can't blame me for trying." She shrugged and tapped her Kecleon on the back. "Leona, you're up. I'll probably oil up Sevy while she's doing her thing to you."
Leona carefully climbed off of Jessica's lap and stood expectantly before her Trainer. The woman in question unwrapped her towel from around herself, folded it on the bench, and, bare, crouched in front of the Kecleon with the scale oil. Dylan flushed red, and not just from the heat. His friend had quite the body, after all, and he was certainly not immune. The three Pokemon all seeming to stare at him didn't help his nerves any, either, though at least Jessica was focused on Leona.
After a long minute, a minor salvation came in the form of Sevy slithering off the floor and across his lap. The snake may have known exactly how hard his dick was pressing against his towel - and now against her scaly body - but it showed less than the poor showing his hands had made. Sevy made eye contact with him again and nodded; Dylan silently rubbed her crest and back in thanks.
Jessica was just finishing up with Leona, kneeling on the far side of the Kecleon but, thanks to the Pokemon's camouflaging ability, still giving her friend a clear view of her chest, bush, and everywhere inbetween, when Sevy spoke up, "Vipa vi." Jessica capped the bottle of oil and rubbed off the last bits from her hands onto Leona's horns, then walked over to them.
"I think she wants to give you that massage. You ready?"
"I kinda like her here…" Dylan muttered, "but sure. What do I do, lay on the floor or something?"
Sevy slithered off of his lap and up to her Trainer, bumping her snout into her in pursuit of rubs and other affection. Jessica idly ran her hands over the Seviper's head as she said, "nah, just take the towel off, then put your feet in her mouth."
Dylan had half-undone his towel when the rest of her words sunk in. "I… think I misheard you."
Jessica shrugged. "I mean, she could start at your head instead, but I find it much more relaxing to keep your head out as long as possible."
The blood previously rushing to Dylan's head promptly reversed course as he paled in fear. "You're joking, right?"
"No, I've done it plenty of times - just before a shower, of course; can't go out smelling like snake drool - and she's gotten really good at making it feel nice." Jessica put her hand to her chin in thought, then grinned. "I know! I'll go with you! Sevy, think you can take us both?"
Sevy looked between her Trainer and her Trainer's friend, then nodded with a confident, "Sevaaa!"
Jessica took a seat next to him
"That will do the opposite of keeping me calm."
"So you don't want to?"
Dylan drummed his hands against the bench, faster and faster, until, with a frustrated exhale, he stood up, took his own towel off, and sat carefully on the offered lap. With his erection on plain display, he did his absolute best not to think too hard about how soft Jessica's bare body was, how he could feel her breasts squish against his back, how every breath and every heartbeat was-
Dylan grimaced. This wasn't working. "Jess, I don't think this is going to-"
Sevy interrupted his train of thought by wrapping her jaws around his and Jessica's feet. Once again, a cold fear gripped his mind, one he, for once, appreciated… to an extent. The snake's squishy throat muscles quickly slid up his shins, pressing his legs against squishy flesh on one side and the much firmer legs of his friend on the other. As she rounded their knees, his heart hammered against his ribcage - even though Jessica had said it was safe, there was something about watching and feeling a giant snake devour him without a problem that he couldn't shake.
To make matters worse, he was still distressingly hard. As Sevy's snout crept closer to his crotch, it got even more difficult to ignore, not to mention the smug look she gave him. He could swear she paused between swallows when his dick rested against her scales for longer than usual, and it brought back the memory of the Seviper laying on him. After a few false starts, he managed to stammer out, "uh, Jess… is it possible that Sevy has a crush on me?"
"Hmm? Y- wait." Hearing her voice brought the rest of her back to his focus, for good or bad. She was breathing much slower than he, so he was, as he knew, overthinking things, but that didn't mean he took her head on his shoulder, looking down at her Seviper - and therefore, his dick that the snake was balancing on her snout - any better. Jessica sighed, and Dylan did his best to think about how they were both being eaten, rather than how they were spooning naked. "Sevy, are you teasing this poor man? Stop it, that's my job."
"Wait, what's that supposed to-" Any further words or thoughts were immediately cut off when Jessica wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him harder against her. In one quick go, Sevy opened her jaws wide and swallowed hard, pulling his hips from the hot, humid sauna, to the hotter, wetter, and soft embrace of her throat. Dylan gasped and bit his tongue to keep quiet as, thrashing in the grip of both snake and Beauty, he came, shooting his seed between Sevy's throat walls and his own belly.
When he finally came down from the high, panting hard, he realized the Seviper's jaws had climbed his chest. Shame burned at him, not just for Jessica's sake, but also because the Ninetales was giving him A Look. "S-sorry…" he mumbled, lacking the energy for much else. A wave of pressure rolled down his body, and Sevy's fangs rested to either side of his neck. She opened a bit wider and nudged Dylan's chin down with her upper jaw.
"Not your fault," replied Jessica, though her earlier energy was greatly reduced, "if anything, we could blame Sevy for teasing you."
From beside them, an invisible Leona chimed in with a "Kehhhhhh." Jessica grumbled. "…yes, fine, and me. I shouldn't have pushed you to try this." One final swallow, and Sevy's jaws closed over them, replacing the warm light of the sauna with utter darkness, the hiss of steam with the squish of wet flesh and the occasional gurgle.
"Mmrph," Dylan said, before turning his head to not speak directly into Seviper throat. "And how you pushed me certainly didn't help."
The gravity around them shifted - presumably, Sevy was stretching out again on the floor. Dylan and Jessica eventually settled on their sides. "I… yeah, sorry. I thought you would have enjoyed it."
"I did! Too much, as I'm sure you realized!" He let out a frustrated sigh. "And after all that help Sevy was with hiding my boner at first…"
The snake around them began to twist and undulate, pressing in in rhythmic squeezes. "I suppose I should be glad my Pokemon isn't better than me at flirting," Jessica mumbled.
"That was supposed to be flirting?!"
"Case in point." Behind him, Dylan felt Jessica's chest swell and contract with a sigh. "Would you rather be back outside?"
Dylan was silent for a while, taking in the sounds of Sevy's stomach groaning around them, the squishing of wet flesh against wet flesh, and the shifting heat and pressure from the snake around him and the woman behind him. "…no, this is… nice. Let's just… enjoy this for now, and talk after."
Jessica nodded, and the two of them relaxed in the sauna-within-a-sauna, each trying to get their emotions and thoughts in order, or at least away for awhile.
#pokemon#vorefic#voretober#v/ore#v.ore#seviper#human#human prey#pokemon pred#snake pred#willing prey
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