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lesbianoms · 3 days

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Oof I’m in an “unwilling” vore mood… there’s just something so hot about being taken advantage of by a gorgeous woman who’s bigger and stronger than me. Her petting my hair and shushing my whimpers as she pulls off my clothes, kissing my neck~

And she knows I want this. Deep down, even if I’m frightened or I’m struggling in her gentle yep firm grasp, she knows this has always been what I’ve wanted. To be tummy fat, peacefully gurgling away, plumping up a MILF middle…

“Shh, shhh…” she soothes, caressing my mostly naked body as she kisses me all over, getting a taste of what’s to come. “It’s alright. You’re being such a good girl for me… mmmm, such a good meal~”

I let out a little yelp of fear as she licks the side of my face from behind. And before long she’s gulping me down headfirst, each thick swallow reverberating off of the bedroom walls, my muffled moaning and pleading mixing with the sounds of her belly as I’m pulled deep inside her. I’m flailing my legs helplessly until she slurps them up like noodles, and makes that final swallow~

And then, just like that, I’m curled up inside her stomach, awaiting digestion. No longer my own person. Just live food that will melt into mush, and fade away into a soft belly bulge. But she never forgets for a moment that I AM a person.

“Ooh, honey ❤️… you make me feel soooo full… oh darling, thank you for this. You really know how to satisfy a woman~”

Back on the outside, my pred hums softly with a warm smile, patting my form and letting out a deep, unladylike BUUUOORRP as the walls hug me. She croons in response to my muffled voice, apologizing… but she’s not really sorry <3

I incoherently beg for… god, I’m not sure anymore. Because my sensations are overwhelmed with how squishy and wet and warm everything is in there… and it’s g-getting hard to think… clearly… am I getting… softer….?

Hours later, when I’m just a shapeless mass bulging off her middle, making her stomach whine and gurgle as it continues to work on me, she still has her hands on me. Rubbing, petting, moaning…

“YoooOURRRP!! … ah~ excuse me… You’re amazing 💕”

Between her praises, she belches up my soaked panties. They rest on the top of her belly as I continue to digest away. And, unbeknownst to her… they’re not just wet from the stomach juices~ <3

I may have been denying it at first, but we both knew that in the end, I would give into my desires… 💖

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citrus-kiddo · 3 days

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Teeths 🦷

Sometimes you just gotta eat your assistant to get them to smile :-)

(Kam.al is just used to it at this point).

#citrus doodles #Smile.for.Me #Dr Ha.bit #Kam.al #mawshot #unwilling to willing #safe vore #soft vore #extreme cuddling

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justalittlenommer · 7 days

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Protective vulture, Providing you a shelter of their own make so you can can rest till the rain ends

No this isn’t specifically survivor, Just a white slugcatto!

This is also non sexual, If you are someone who follows my rainworld blog and wasn’t apart of vore, I’m sorry lmao, You learn new things huh?

#v0re blog #sfw vore #original character #soft v0re #soft vore #v0re ocs #v0re #safe vore #sfw v0re #v0re art #safe v0re #unwilling prey #unwilling vore #unwilling to willing #internals

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lovelymlem · 2 months

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How did Stanley and The Narrator introduce the whole vore thing to eachother? As in who came up with it first that is. I would bet whoever was being told the idea was very surprised like: “I’m sorry what?! Why?! That doesn’t seem safe at all!!??” 😂

(Also I’ve decided to put a little emoji to mark my asks from now on :p )

-🎉

Well, it was mostly narrators idea-

STORY TIME :D

The narrator was watching stanley in the void, watching as he went to the right door. "This was not the correct way to the meeting room, and Stanley knew it perfectly well." The narrator said in exasperation, his thumb and index finger resting on the bridge of his nose in annoyance. Stanley ignored his words and strolled past the employee lounge before the narrator could even talk. "Ah, yes. Truly a room wo- HEY!" The narrator snapped at stanley. He sneered in irritation, watching Stanley walk past the lounge. He cleared his throat and sighed. "But eager to get back to business, Stanley took the first open door to his left.". Stanley looked up at the narrator, purple circles under his eyes as he frowned at him.

Stanley looked at the door and walked past it. He went over and sat in a small corner, curling up. "Stanley? Is something the matter?" the narrator asked, his voice becoming calmer. Stanley simply just sits there, not bothering to even look up or sign a response. "Hm. Well, it's clear something is bothering you.." Narrator mumbled. "Alright. That's it. I'm pausing the story. At least until you're in a much better mental state."

Stanley slowly looked up at the ceiling, a little bit of happiness twinkling in his eyes. "Ohh, don't give me that look. I'm only doing this for me, as a way to um.. well.. that's not important.." the narrator scoffed. The narrator walked around the void, looking for a room to put Stanley in. "The broom closet isn't very comfy, and those couches have broken springs." He muttered as he looked. Stanley felt his eyes droop as he listened to the narrators voice.

The narrator looked for a few more minutes before letting out a defeated sigh. He heard his stomach rumble. Great. Just what he needed. He groans before an idea pops into his head. "No! It'd be too risky." Narrator said, shaking his head in disbelief at the thought. "Though.. it wouldn't hurt to try." He said, raising an eyebrow. He pressed his hand to his middle and glanced at Stanley, hesitation making him frozen for a long minute.

Stanley, at this point, was already halfway asleep until suddenly a large "THUD" awoke him. He looked around in a panic and saw a large hand reaching for him. Adrenaline set in and he rose to his feet, sprinting towards the hallway door to make a way to the cargo lift, but it was locked. Fear inside Stanleys body set in, his heart racing fast, as he saw the shadow closing in around him. He whimpered, yanking the doorknob until he felt the hands fingers wrap around his upper half and legs, as he's lifted up. He closed his eyes as he felt his body being elevated. When he opened them again, he saw he was infront of the narrator. "Now now, no need for the shakes, Stanley, your quite alright." The narrator said. "I couldn't find a proper room to put you in.." he said, sounding somewhat apologetic. "You'll just have to trust me."

Stanley furrowed his eyebrows, confused on Narrators statement, until he saw the Narrators maw open. The adrenaline was back, and he struggled, trying to get away, as his body was carried closer to the giants mouth. The narrator gently placed stanley inside, feeling the little mans weight setting on his tongue. Saliva was coating poor Stanleys hands and clothes as he looked around, confused. He whined as the tongue turned and tossed, moving his body as if he was a piece of candy, as Stanley tried to pushing it back and even lifting it.

The narrator desperately tried to get stanley back on his tongue so he could swallow him, but he was having problems each time Stanley fought his tongue. He sighed and tilted his head back, feeling Stanley finally slid backwards. He tasted something else besides Stanley.. tears. Guilt wrenched into the giants heart. He frowned as he tasted them, he really didn't mean stanley any harm. "Stanley.. You're gonna be fine. I promise." The narrator said, trying to calm him down. "I won't hurt you."

Stanley looked around, still frightened, tears pouring down his eyes. "Just trust me." The narrator said. "Whenever you're ready, I'll swallow."

Stanley looked down, seeing the muscles of Narrators tight throat. He contemplated it, though still frightened by the idea, maybe the narrator won't hurt him? Stanley laid down on the tongue, signaling Narrator that he was ready. "Good." Narrator smiled a bit, before gulping Stanley down.

Stanley closed his eyes as he was moved downwards, the muscles of Narrators throat squeezing him as he traveled down. Not even a moment later, he entered his stomach. It was a golden yellow colour, and there was a puddle of saliva at the bottom. He heard the Narrator let out a content sigh as he sat up. He felt the walls, the texture squishy and wet. It was pretty warm inside, and he could hear Narrators heartbeat. "Are you alright in there, Stanley?" The narrator asked, putting a hand on his middle again. He felt Stanley move a bit, giving him a sign that he was alright. "Alright. Now, you get some rest, and once you've awoken, we'll continue the story." The Narrator said, sitting down onto the void floor. Stanley nodded, the same droopy eyelids returning as he relaxed, the heartbeat of the narrator lulling him to sleep.

And that's how Stanley and Narrator got into the vore thing :D

#lovelymlem #v0re blog #safe v0re #soft v0re #v0r3 #safe vore #tsp stanley #tsp narrator #willing v0r3 #unwilling to willing #willing prey #willing vore #the stanley palatable #the stanley parable narrator #extreme cuddling

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vorthodoxy · 10 months

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A is super pregnant, their partner B is a pred but keeps it a secret. A has been feeling intense cravings no ordinary food can satisfy, so B has to out themselves and feed people to A for the good of their babies

as your belly has ballooned out with your partner's litter, you've had plenty of odd cravings, especially in the first trimester. most of the time your partner's midnight snack runs were able to satiate them, but at one point you realised you were hungry for something you could never put your finger on.

that hunger never went away. it could be mitigated with other binges, but even as you grew bigger and bigger, there's been an increasingly irksome sense of emptiness.

now, in the third trimester, that emptiness is starting to cause you real distress. it just won't go away, no matter what you eat. what if it starts hurting the babies? are you a bad parent because you can't keep your children fed, even before they're born?

your partner walks in on you one day, caressing your huge belly, sniffling, overcome with emotion (the hormones certainly don't help). you try to explain your cravings to them, but don't have the words-- you're just so hungry...

which is when they confess their history to you.

you're shocked, but... you love them. you've always felt safe with them. everyone has dirty laundry, everyone has secrets, and you're glad they shared them with you... even if it does make you look at them a bit differently.

but you aren't ready for this. you aren't ready to follow their example. it's wrong, isn't it? you've loved every second of your pregnancy, watching your belly grow, because it's creating life, not destroying it. (your partner frowns at this-- they prefer to think of it as transforming rather than destroying.) it's... well, it's monstrous.

isn't it?

and then there your partner is, and they have someone with them. the stranger is blindfolded and naked, but they don't look afraid. just confused. they genuinely have no idea what's about to happen.

neither do you, really. you start to protest, indignant on the stranger's behalf, but then... your stomach rumbles. your babies are kicking. you feel so, so hungry, it's almost hard to think, and your partner shushes you, caressing your face and belly and kissing you tenderly on the lips, before gently holding your mouth open and guiding the stranger's hands down your throat.

the trepidation, shame, and fear you feel at the mere suggestion of eating someone whole. like a monster. all of those feelings disappearing the moment you start gulping them down.

your cravings, which have been plaguing you for months, are roaring in delight and satisfaction-- it just feels so good-- you need this person, this prey, this food to be inside you. they BELONG inside you.

you swallow more and more needily, shoving their soft, delicious flesh as deep into you as you can, finally sealing them away in your ravenous, baby-laden belly, which is now weighing twice as heavily against your thighs. you're gasping for air, which turns into gasping in relief as you finally, FINALLY feel that hunger disappear. and then you take a long, rattling breath, as your body reacts to the new weight you've acquired... there's so much pressure down there, and all of that squirming movement from your bewildered meal is hitting some very good spots…

your partner massages the stretching, rippling skin of your gut as you wiggle your hips, pressing your sensitive thighs against the great fleshy orb, and warmth floods your entire being, from belly button to fingertips. it hits so fast that you can barely get a word out before you're shuddering, and moaning, and grasping your immense belly as pleasure rocks through your system.

you just came. you ate someone, and it felt so good that it made you cum.

your partner grins, praising you for making sure their babies are well fed. they can't wait to see what this new diet will do to your gravid body.

#preg pred #unwilling vore #unwilling to willing #sub preds sub preds sub preds #asks #97th

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wutwutno1 · 3 days

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Vizzy Nom

Based off of @stormtheskyelf2 's Lizzy headcanon story idea Idea origin: https://www.tumblr.com/stormtheskyelf2/747575904113393664/lizzy-headcanon-anon-btw-you-have-some?source=share Read tags before reading. You have been warned

“Damn purple thing.”

V flew through the bunker halls, looking for Lizzy. Her wings wired softly as the anti-grav engines hummed away, propelling her forward through the cold air.

V felt the cool air rushing past her, making the already naturally cold six inch tall drone feel even colder.

“I will so get her back for this. . .”

V continued with her flight, although she knew she’d have to stop before her engines got too cold to function.

V looked around at the looming pieces of furniture and massive doors rushed past as she flew past them. She found a suitable box to land on and circled back to it. Her peg feet landed on them with a soft click.

V’s wings retracted into her back. V shuddered, feeling the cold metal enter her barely-warm-enough-to-function body. One of the many downsides of being tiny.

V sat on the box and huddled up to herself. V looked around. This hall was full of lockers and posters relating to school and education. V saw a few posters for the prom that was more than a month ago. V scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“Ugh. They still have those up? These are some lazy worker drones. At least I’m at the school. Lizzy’s class should be ending in a few minutes. I just gotta wait and pray she comes through here.”

As if on cue, the school bell rang, and students began filing out of the classrooms. V watched as each student passed, waiting for her friend to walk past.

V saw Lizzy’s blond hair among the crowd of semi-mindless worker drones. V checked her core temperature, and upon deciding it was safe for her to make the short flight, unfurled her wings and took off. She flew up into the air and began to glide down to Lizzy, targeting her head.

Lizzy felt a something small splat on the back of her head and latch on. Instinctively, she grabbed it. Whatever it was, it felt like an action figure had clung to the back of her head. Lizzy felt it cling to her hand as she brought it to her face to inspect.

V landed in Lizzy’s hair and latched on. She clung to Lizzy's hair, relishing the slight warmth it offered, until someone yanked her away once more. V squeaked reflexively and clung to the hand that tore her away. It was warm. It was nice.

“V?! What are you wearing?!” Lizzy shrieked before changing to a more calm and smug tone, “Also, what happened to you?”

V looked at her outfit. She had ditched her crop-top jacket for an actual winter coat and snow pants since her body could barely keep up with the cold and keep her warm enough to function. V sighed and looked up at Lizzy.

“Old one was too cold. I will literally die wearing anything else.”

V let go of Lizzy’s fingers, not wanting to ruin her image in front of Lizzy.

“As for what happened, Uzi was using her freak powers and shrunk me. She says it was an ‘accident,’ but I think it was on purpose.

Lizzy laughed. Her grip on V loosened until V was just sitting on her flat palm.

“Are you still going to the sleepover?”

“Yes. I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”

“Well, does my tiny little killer need a lift?”

V blushed slightly at Lizzy calling her her little killer, but it quickly went away.

“I will rip your voice box out of your throat once I’m big again, but yes. I do need a lift.”

“Ha!”

Lizzy and V knew V’s threat wasn’t genuine. V has never followed through with a threat to Lizzy, but it didn’t matter. Lizzy lifted V and placed her on her shoulder. V gladly sat down and leaned on Lizzy’s neck, blushing lightly as she did so.

“What are you doing?”

“Shut up. I need the warmth. I will literally die without it. This doesn’t mean anything. Shut up.”

Lizzy just chuckled and began walking to her living quarters. . . .

Lizzy arrived and opened the door. Only one other girl arrived and was already sitting on Lizzy’s couch.

Rebecca lazed on Lizzy’s couch waiting for Lizzy to arrive. Once Lizzy did she slowly stood up.

“Took ya long enough.”

“Shut up. Where is everyone else?”

Rebecca shrugged.

“Jess is dead, Becky has a virus, and Diane had better things to do.”

“Damn. So just us three, huh?”

“Three?”

“Oh yeah.”

Lizzy grabbed V off her shoulder and held her in her cupped hands.

“V’s here, even though she’s so tiny.”

V grumbled and crossed her arms while sitting in Lizzy's cupped hands, giving the impression that she was annoyed to be there. Rebecca looked between Lizzy and V. She knew they had a crush on each other, but were unwilling to show it. Rebecca grinned, already formulating plans to get them to confess.

“Alright then. Let's get this party started!”

The girls then went to Lizzy’s room. They started with a few games and a movie. After a few hours, they began to play Truth or Dare. Rebecca knew this was her chance. She just had to set them up perfectly.

Rebecca already had a plan. She had recently learned of vore, and she was going to dare Lizzy to vore v, knowing she wouldn’t do it. Lizzy would then have to confess her feelings for V to explain why she wasn't taking the dare. It was foolproof!

“Okay, that was pretty stupid V. Now then, Lizzy. Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Lizzy said, smugly.

Rebecca grinned. Now was her chance.

“I dare you to vore V!”

Lizzy and V paused. This was unexpected of Rebecca. They both knew what vore was, but they were now thinking that Rebecca was a fan of it.

V laughed while Lizzy blushed. V knew that Lizzy wouldn’t do it, which is why Lizzy’s next words made her oil feel even colder than it already was.

“Okay. I’ll do it.”

V jerked her head to face Lizzy, confusion etched on her face.

“Excuse me?”

V yelped as Lizzy’s fingers grabbed her coat hood and lifted her into the air. V kicked and thrashed as Lizzy brought the tiny morsel of a drone to her face.

“It’ll be fine, V. It’s warm in there, I promise.”

Rebecca watched on in horror as Lizzy lifted V above her mouth. Lizzy opened her maw and allowed her warm breath to waft over V, causing the smaller drone to tremble.

“W-wait, Lizzy! C-can’t we talk about this?”

Without a word, Lizzy drops V into her mouth. Lizzy’s jaws snap shut behind V as she felt Lizzy’s soft tongue sink beneath her. V pushed against the roof of Lizzy’s mouth, trying to open her mouth, but Lizzy’s spongy tongue just compressed and sunk more.

Lizzy giggled feeling V wiggle in her mouth. It was a weird feeling, but she liked it. Lizzy did a mental countdown and swallowed, pulling V halfway into her throat. Lizzy could feel V’s legs kicking in her throat. It tickled, but Lizzy was on a mission. She couldn’t fail this dare.

On the second swallow, Lizzy's throat completely engulfed V, dragging her down to her stomach. Lizzy traced V’s descent with her finger, feeling her wiggle all the way down. Lizzy turned back to Rebecca, who had wide hollow eyes and was covering her mouth in a mix of horror and shock.

“What?”

“Y-you actually ate her.”

“What, didn’t think I’d do it?”

“Y-yeah? You were supposed to say no and confess your feelings for V. . .”

*Lizzy blushes and averts her gaze. Her arms instinctively cross over her abdomen.

“F-feelings? For V?”

Inside Lizzy’s stomach, V was panicking. V kicked and thrashed against the soft spongy walls. It was warm and slimy in Lizzy’s tummy. V couldn’t believe that Lizzy had gone through with the dare.

V looked around the space. The pink glow from LEDs hidden in the folds of the walls illuminated the grey walls that V looked around. V was half submerged in a pink glowing liquid that dripped from the walls. The space was soft and warm. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was panicking and in Lizzy’s stomach, V might have enjoyed it. The walls absorbed all of V’s attempts to escape, making V feel trapped and alone.

Lizzy could feel V’s struggles. Lizzy’s smile widened as she turned to Rebecca.

“I can feel her squirming in there!”

“Y-you can? Um. . . Can I feel?”

Lizzy shrugged and lifted her shirt, and guided Rebecca’s hand to her abdomen. To her shock, Rebecca could feel V’s struggles.

“Oh, wow. . . I can feel her. . . Do you mind if I?”

Rebecca lowers her head and presses her ear to Lizzy’s stomach. Lizzy blushed, but didn’t stop her. Lizzy placed a hand on Rebecca’s head, pressing her softly to the soft fabric that separates her and V.

“Wow, I can actually hear her!”

Rebecca raises her head and looks Lizzy in the eyes.

“So, what are you going to do with her now?”

Lizzy thought for a moment before answering,

“I think I’m going to keep her in there for a while. Come on. Let's watch a movie.”

V felt her world rock as Lizzy stood up and started walking. She grunts in frustration with every bounce of Lizzy’s step.

Rebecca and Lizzy make themselves comfortable on the couch and start to watch a movie. It was a cheesy comedy, but neither drone laughed. Both drones kept the movie on for background noise as they pulled out their phones and started to browse social media.

V had remained still for a good few minutes after Lizzy had sat down. She waited for Lizzy to say or do anything, anything to tell her she wasn’t being forgotten. V got tired of waiting and halfway through the film, started to kick and struggle.

Lizzy noticed V’s kicks and placed her hand over her stomach, gently letting V know she wasn’t being forgotten.

V felt Lizzy’s hand over her and sighed in relief. She decided to try and talk to Lizzy and tell her she wanted out.

“Hey, Lizzy? Can you let me out now?”

Lizzy glanced at her stomach from her phone, hearing V’s voice. She let out a single snicker and smiled, shaking her head.

“In a bit, V. Relax, okay? Everything will be fine.”

Lizzy suddenly felt a sharp jab in her abdomen and doubled over, groaning in pain. V had bit Lizzy’s stomach wall. V’s saliva instantly repaired the little damage she caused, but it happened long enough to give Lizzy a little sting.

“Okay, okay. I’ll let you out of there! Just chill for a moment!”

Lizzy stood up and made her way to the bathroom. Once inside, she closed the door and locked it. She didn’t want Rebecca, or god forbid, her dad to see her spit out V.

Lizzy braced herself, leaning on the sink and slowly working her stomach and throat to squeeze and push V up. V rose higher and higher in Lizzy's throat before she deposited her in her mouth.

Lizzy grabbed a towel and spit V out into it. She began to dry V off while the smaller drone grumbled.

“Sorry about that. I guess I kept you waiting too long, huh?”

V shuddered. She was cold again. The slime and saliva coating her cooling off rapidly and making her feel colder.

“Thank robo-god Lizzy is drying me off,” V thought.

Lizzy finished drying off V and she placed the tiny drone on the corner of the counter. She crouched down to be eye level with V, watching her tail swish angrily behind her.

“So, um. . . About eating you. . .”

“Were you going to digest me?”

“What?”

Were. you. going. to. digest. Me?”

“N-no! Absolutely not! I don’t even think I can digest!”

“So why did you keep me in your tummy so long?!”

Lizzy blushed. She didn’t want to admit it, but she did enjoy having V inside her. However, Lizzy decided to tell V the truth.

“I guess I just liked having such a hot and cute girl inside my stomach.”

This time, it was V’s turn to blush. She thought that Lizzy liked it, but she didn’t think she’d actually admit it. V especially didn’t think Lizzy would call her hot or cute.

“Y-you think I’m hot? And cute?”

V and Lizzy averted their eyes while shuffling in place. Both were flustered, and both knew the other was too.

“Yeah. . . I do. . .”

“W-well um. . . I guess you’re also. . . hot and… cute. . .”

Both stood there, averting their gaze and occasionally glancing back at the other, not saying a word.

“Do you want to. . .”

“Make this official?”

Lizzy and V stared into each other's eyes, trying to see if the other was faking or wasn’t willing, but finding no unwillingness in each other’s eyes.

“Yes,” they both said at the same time.

Lizzy offered her hand for V to climb on, which the tiny disassembler accepted. V quickly climbed onto Lizzy’s hand and sat down. Lizzy lifted V to her face and stood up.

“S-so, how about a quick little. . .”

“Okay. . .”

Lizzy brought V up to her mouth but this time, instead of Lizzy’s lips parting, they puckered out, just like V’s. Lizzy planted her lips on V’s face and the drones kissed. V tried to do the same, but it was a little awkward with Lizzy’s libs engulfing V’s entire face.

The two pulled apart and looked at each other with prominent blushes on both of their faces. They were both quiet for a few seconds before bursting into laughter.

“Better wait for you to get big again before doing that again, huh?”

“Agreed!”

They both relaxed and looked into each other's eyes, smiling warmly. Lizzy glanced away for a second to consider her next words. She had a question for V, but she didn’t know how she would feel about it. Lizzy sighed and decided to continue with it anyway.

“So. . . What was it like… inside my stomach?”

V paused. She took on a thoughtful gaze, trying to think of a response.

“It was… nice. It was very warm and soft. . . I liked it. . .”

V was blushing in embarrassment once she finished her statement.

“Why do you ask?”

“Well, it was nice having you in there. It felt like I was protecting you. I liked having you close like that. . .”

“Would you like to… do that again?” Lizzy whispered under her breath, but V could still hear.

“I um. . . Yes. . .”

Lizzy’s eyes lit up and she smiled, feeling excited. Lizzy was almost shaking in excitement while staring at V, lovingly.

“Honestly though, I’ve heard of this thing called ‘fearplay.’ Would you like to try it out?”

“Whatever floats your boat, hun.”

Lizzy felt like she was melting with how flustered she was at V’s statement. She quickly calmed herself and her tone shifted to better fit the fearplay she was about to perform.

“Okay then. Get ready V.”

Lizzy looked down at V with a wide hungry grin, showing off all her teeth.

“Well, look what we have here. A delectable little treat!”

V giggled and feigned fear.

“Oh no! A big scary monster!”

Lizzy laughed evilly and brought V closer to her jaws.

“Oh yes, I am a big scary monster! And I’m going to eat you!”

“Please don’t eat me!”

Lizzy lowers V and lifts her shirt, exposing her abdomen. She presses V against her stomach and plays a gurgle sound effect.

“I’m gonna eat you. You’re going to go in here! Can you hear it calling for you? Yes, I can tell you’re going to be delicious indeed!”

Lizzy lifts V back to her mouth, opening wide and revealing the dark warm cavern. V can see the little heart-shaped pink LED in the back of Lizzy’s mouth just under her uvula. Pink glowing saliva drips from Lizzy’s mouth, drooling on the poor helpless V.

“I’m gonna eat you, and I’m going to enjoy feeling you struggle helplessly!”

Before V can respond, Lizzy shoves her into her mouth, only V’s tail sticks out of Lizzy’s lips. Lizzy flicks her tongue out and licks the little vial and stinger before slurping it inside. Lizzy manipulates her tongue to turn V around to swallow her pegs first.

Lizzy braces and swallows hard, swallowing V in one gulp. Lizzy licks her lips and pats her stomach affectionately.

“Good luck, morsel! And squirm while you still can!”

Lizzy laughs again before calming down and shifting back to her normal self.

“How was that, V?”

“You definitely need some help! But not bad for your first try!”

Inside Lizzy’s stomach, V shuffles up to one of the stomach walls, getting comfortable in the soft warm space. V smiled, feeling safe and protected despite Lizzy’s earlier words. She knew it was just pretend, so why worry? V closed her eyes and started to enter sleep mode.

Lizzy rubs her abdomen one more time before walking out of the bathroom and joining Rebecca on the couch. The movie was still playing and Rebecca looked up from her phone, turning her head to Lizzy.

“So, how’d it go? And where’s V?”

Lizzy smiled and patted her stomach.

“Let’s just say, your plan to get us to confess our feelings for each other worked.”

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nightmarevore · 1 year

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I Get A Craving and I Wake Up For You

Size on The Side Verse, Info Here.

Rowan and Luke, Pred / Prey vore dynamic, Original Characters. Rowan belongs to @wonderful-bellies, Luke belongs to me. (Character refs)

Rowan and Luke think about the time they did a vore for the first time. (Part One!)

Ao3 Link

Read The Next Part Here!

Word count: 5,454

Contains: Soft safe vore, mentions of same size vore, g/t vore, g/t cuddling, fearplay, unwilling to willing prey, fugue state pred, guilty pred, one somewhat eager prey, extreme cuddling. endosoma.

Things had been very different in the apartment since Luke and Rowan had been on that hiking trip. Rowan had said that he didn’t want to mention it again, and Luke almost felt bad trying to not bring it up again. Your roommate revealed that he was a predator and needed to eat people in order to survive, and then after eating you, told you to keep quiet about it and to never bring it up again? That was absolutely ridiculous. Not to mention, the two of them had ended up being more lost than they expected. Rowan had traveled around that hiking path with Luke inside of his stomach for practically a whole day.

When Rowan got home and let Luke out, he told Luke they could forget about it, and then Rowan left to lock himself in his room…

What the fuck was that? There was NO way that Luke could even BEGIN to forget about that. From the time he spent inside Rowan’s stomach, to the time they spent actually TALKING to each other like that, it was… kind of nice, if he had to have an opinion on it. Luke had spent weeks trying to force his weird, grumpy roommate to open up to him, and when he did, it was because of some weird, obscure biology thing that Luke had only heard about vaguely.

Since then, Rowan locked himself in his room, only coming out to grab something from the kitchen, to work, or to go to the gym. He seemingly was avoiding Luke now more than ever. How very, very annoying.

It didn’t help that Luke found it so relaxing while he sat in Rowan’s stomach. Despite the situation of being stranded on a hiking trail with no sense of direction, Luke was locked away in Rowan’s stomach. The organ was soft, warm, and he had been so close to Rowan that he was quite literally INSIDE of him.

It did nothing to subside the aggressive, possibly one-sided crush that he had on his predator of a roommate.

Now, when he found his mind straying towards his feelings for Rowan, his mind showed him images of Rowan’s open maw as he stared straight down his throat. The image of Rowan’s mouth enveloping his head and aggressively swallowing him down out of sheer desperation. When it happened, it felt like time had stopped. The moment Luke agreed, Rowan was already attempting to swallow him down, yet all Luke saw when he closed his eyes these days was Rowan’s sharp, white teeth. The back of Rowan’s throat. Saliva that fell from his lips as the predator realized he was about to have a meal.

Oh, my God, Luke! Shut up!

The size-shifter slapped his own face as he realized just what he was thinking about. His face was hot, and he was incredibly flustered. If he wasn’t lying in his own bed, he’d be embarrassed and hoping that Rowan was nowhere to be seen.

No, in this case, Luke was wide awake in the middle of the night, his brain trailing off back towards Rowan’s fascinating “condition” as he called it. Why did he think of it so negatively?

Luke recalled saying nothing but positive things and reassuring Rowan that it was fine if he had to do it, so why? And why was Luke so obsessed with being eaten again? It was his first experience ever being eaten by anyone, and it being by Rowan, no less. Did it have to do with his crush on him? He couldn’t get it out of his head.

He couldn’t get Rowan’s heartbeat and breathing out of his head. The flesh that surrounded him as he rested inside the organ itself…

Luke slapped his face again.

***

Rowan’s stomach growled.

A hand that rested on his stomach balled the fabric of his shirt into a fist out of frustration. Of course he was hungry. He hadn’t eaten anyone since the hike with Luke, and regular food hadn’t helped at all, no matter how much he ate. How frustrating was that?! How UNFAIR was that? Rowan didn’t want to rely on eating people, he never did. Yet here he was, wide awake in the middle night, starving and thinking about eating his roommate again.

AGAIN.

Rowan had never wanted to bring up the fact that he was a predator to his roommate. He moved here to start over and never get close to anyone, and yet because of some stupid fuck up, Luke knew his secret, and the predator had never been more embarrassed. After finally getting back onto a normal trail and into Rowan’s car, then finally home, Rowan was okay to accept that this would never be brought up again, and he told Luke to forget about the whole thing.

It might have been a mistake to do so. Rowan found himself thinking about grabbing his roommate and swallowing him down again. Every time they made eye contact, every time Rowan could even SMELL his roommates sweet scent, he found himself wanting to shove him into his mouth. His stomach growled again as he continued to think about it, and the predator even began salivating. His grip tightened, and Rowan rolled over to his side and curled into a ball. The hunger was unbearable.

To eat Luke again. His perfectly freckled face. The size-shifter’s sweet flavor and smell. The way that the man filled his stomach up and had such a nice weight in his belly… The fact that he could easily make out the figure of Luke inside of him. The after taste of Luke’s flavor that remained on his tongue even after the final swallow. Feeling his prey shift, settle, and fill him up from the inside.

If he was being honest with himself, Luke was the best meal he’d ever had.

And now here he was, unable to sleep, and obsessing over the idea of eating his roommate again.

This was so fucking stupid. Nobody was supposed to know about this. He hated the fact that he was a predator. Luke must think he’s some sort of freak. If he was in Luke’s shoes, he would think he was a monster.

If only he could have Luke inside of him again. If only he could feel the sensation of him sliding down his throat and settling in his stomach. Rowan’s hand loosened, and he instead rests his hand on top of his stomach. God, he was so hungry. The best he could do was to just not think about it. If he avoided Luke enough, then maybe this craving would go away?

There was only one way to find out…

Luke hadn’t slept. No, he was awake, and he had no idea how long he had been laying in bed for. When he rolled over and reached for his phone, the time read 12:42 p.m.

Fuck… He really hadn’t noticed the passage of time with the pillow on his head. An attempt to emulate the tightness of Rowan’s stomach around his head. The size-shifter sat up, got out of bed, and walked out of the room towards the shared bathroom the two had. He spent time to quickly get himself cleaned up. Between brushing his teeth to brushing his hair, he was practically all set for the day. He tied his hair up in a bun, not necessarily feeling like dealing with it too much today.

Luke didn’t know if he was going to see Rowan at all today. They only saw each other occasionally; still the same as before. It frustrated him so much. He thought they were going somewhere. It seemed like Rowan opened up to him when he was inside his stomach, so why did he immediately lock himself back up when they got home?

Luke, getting himself worked up about it, letting out a frustrated sigh as he rubbed his temples. Maybe he should just… Try harder? If he stood in front of Rowan’s door and demanded that he talk to him about what the hell this “condition” is, then maybe they could come to an understanding? Luke walked out into the hallway, closing the door behind him, then made his way over to the living room.

When he arrived, he was met with the sight of Rowan spread across the couch. He wasn’t sure what he was doing, but it was a shock to see him out here.

What WAS he doing? Would it be wise to approach him?

Despite his better judgment, Luke made his way over to the couch, slowly looking over the sight he was seeing. Rowan was asleep, laying on his back. His face flushed as he realized that Rowan’s shirt was lifted, exposing his middle.

Oh, god.

( imagine what it must’ve looked like from the outside when he had eaten you? )

Luke’s face fell a deep red. He couldn’t stop staring at his middle as he got even closer to the sofa and the man laying on it. His eyes were practically glued to his skin as he imagined what it must have looked like when Luke had been swallowed down. His mind trailed back to the cramped space inside his stomach. The warmth surrounding him. The groans Rowan’s stomach made as it had him trapped inside comfortably.

Good lord.

Luke walked around to the front of the couch, and he kept his eyes glued to the sleeping man. He wished he could talk to him, but now, he got the chance to admire the man. It wasn’t a bad thing at all. Now, he could take in his features. The scars on his face were clearer now more than ever. He had to wonder, how did Rowan get them?

Luke crouched down to sit on the floor in front of the couch. He let out a soft sigh, green eyes shifting from Rowan’s face to his stomach. He switched between his mouth and his stomach on occasion, thinking about being inside of his mouth, then his throat, then his stomach.

Rowan was a predator. He needed to eat people. Luke was aware that people like this existed. Now, after experiencing it himself, Luke wished it could happen again.

After staring at Rowan’s bare skin for a few more minutes, Luke came to a decision. With a deep breath, he decides to shrink himself down. They had a moment of intimacy in the past. Luke could do anything to have it back.

Once small, Luke adjusted himself and took a deep breath. He began to climb up the side of the couch, digging his fingers into the seams of the fabric. Once at the top, Luke looked back over to Rowan’s face. He was still asleep. Good.

The little man silently made his way over to Rowan’s middle and placed his hands against his skin. He looked back over to the larger man’s face to see if he’d woken up or stirred. He saw no reaction. The man had to let out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding in. Looking back to Rowan’s middle, then to his face, Luke shifts slightly to pull himself on top of the man. He had to crawl over to the center of his stomach slowly to make sure that Rowan wouldn’t feel it and wake up. If he did, Luke would be in for a world of embarrassment.

His skin was soft even now, and it was hard to think that during their hike, it stretched out to fit his full body. Rowan said that he was almost able to make out the position that Luke was curled up in. He said that he could tell where his head was. He really, desperately wanted to know what it looked like from the outside. He had no idea if Rowan would ever indulge him. It was hard to figure out a way to even think about bringing up the idea of being eaten again without setting the predator off. He didn’t want to make him angry.

Now that he was in the center of the man’s middle, the tiny man crossed his legs and watched Rowan’s sleeping face again. Luke had always found Rowan very handsome. They never had a close moment together that wasn’t the hike. It was a shame. Luke’s crush on his roommate led to him wanting to try and get closer and closer with him, but the grumpy man refused to let Luke even try and start a conversation. It was so unfair.

With a small breath, Luke rolls his shoulders and leans forward, letting himself lay down on his own stomach against the larger man’s skin. He turns his head, placing his ear against the other’s belly. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Could he hear Rowan’s stomach from the outside? It was loud enough from the inside, but he didn’t know what it would sound like from the outside.

Like this, laying against Rowan’s skin, he found himself finally relaxing. He found himself practically melting into the cushion of Rowan’s belly. His once tense shoulders finally loosened, and he just focused on listening. It didn’t take long for him to hear a quiet, low groan from the predator’s middle. It was quite a shock, and his eyes shot wide open. His face shifted red, and the size-shifter looked up to Rowan’s sleeping face. He was still asleep, and he had to wonder what caused him to want to sleep out here in the first place. Was it because Luke was locked in his room all day that he came out here?

After a moment of watching Rowan’s face, Luke finally settled back down and placed his ear flat against the man’s exposed skin once more. Since he could hear his stomach, maybe he could lay here and pretend he was inside… That would be nice.

Another sound, but this time it was loud, long, and sounded almost hollow. MUCH different than when Luke was inside. It almost sounded like Rowan’s stomach was calling for him… That it desperately wanted him inside of it. It sent a chill down Luke’s back, and he couldn’t help but continue to listen intently. This… This was nice. Finally, Luke let himself close his eyes and felt himself doze off.

Rowan stirred lightly in his sleep, and his nose began to twitch as he smelled the air around him. A familiar scent filled his nostrils, and he knew that smell anywhere. It was what he’d been craving for the past week. It overwhelmed his senses as he focused more on it. He slowly opened his eyes, realizing that there was a soft, subtle weight against his middle. When he lifted his head to look down, green eyes focused on the figure. It was Luke, curled up against his center. Against his stomach…

Luke was tiny against him. How tall was he like this? He knew Luke was a shifter, but they hadn’t had time together for him to really see it.

His mouth began to water. Luke was so close. The weight of him laying on top of him made Rowan want to swallow him down to feel his weight INSIDE of him. If he ate him, the craving would end… If he ate him, he could keep him locked away… If he ate him, his Luke, everything would be okay.

The predator couldn’t help but drool. His meal had presented itself to him, and god he was so fucking hungry. His stomach lets out a long, aggressive groan. It felt like it could’ve echoed throughout the living room.

( Just eat, please God, you’re so hungry. He’s right here, just grab him. )

Absolutely ravenous.

Now fully awake, Rowan’s instincts take over. He needed to eat, he couldn’t hold it back anymore. No more hiding, no more starving himself. He needed this. He NEEDED this. Luke was a free meal, who was Rowan to deny a free meal?

Sitting up, the predator reaches a hand to grab the man who was seemingly sleeping on his middle. His grip was tight, and the only thing on his mind was eating his roommate. He needed this so badly. It would be fine, Luke would be okay. It was only going to be for a while…

( Or maybe you should keep him inside your stomach, that would help with the craving. He should stay there, don’t you think? )

Yes, he should, shouldn’t he…?

The sleepy Luke in his grip looked around, then up to Rowan. His face was red and picked, and though one hand was stuck in his grip, the other rested on the top of the predator’s hand.

“Shoot, I’m… I—I’m sorry, Rowan! Don’t… Don’t get mad at me, okay? I was just… I saw you sleeping out here, and then I couldn’t…” Luke hiccuped. He looked like he was about to cry out of embarrassment. His tiny hand gripped tightly onto Rowan’s larger hand. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I just wanted to…”

Luke’s voice trailed off. He realized how he was about to embarrass himself even further. He didn’t know if he should mention that he wanted to be eaten again.

Rowan’s grip tightened, causing Luke to squeak.

“Rowan, stop that hurts, I said I’m sorry! P-put me down, okay?” Luke’s voice was desperate.

Rowan was scaring him a bit. It was then when he realized that Rowan was drooling, and his teeth started to show a bit. They were sharp… Was he hungry? He almost looked how he did during the hike, but this time, he wasn’t entirely there.

The only thing on Rowan’s mind was how hungry he was, and how perfect Luke looked. He growled lightly, his free hand raising to wipe his mouth.

“Luke, you know, you… have a very nice smell. It’s so nice, it’s delicious.” He began, bringing the shrunken man closer to his face. By this point, it was obvious Rowan wasn’t himself. “I need to eat you so badly, I’m so hungry. You had such a nice flavor before. I need to eat you, I need to eat you…”

Luke’s face was completely red as he was pulled closer to his roommate’s face. As he spoke, he got a clear view of his teeth, and it was shocking, to say the least. He was so close to Rowan’s mouth, and this time, he wasn’t the same size as him. He was tiny and vulnerable in Rowan’s grip, and the predator was talking so desperately.

Earlier today, he thought about how much he wished he could get eaten again, and now here he was, in the man’s grip with his breath on top of him, and he was completely frozen in fear. His mind was practically blank by this point.

Rowan’s grip on Luke loosened, and his other hand picks him up from his hand by the shirt. His fingers pinched Luke’s shirt from the back and lifted him off of his hand. The tiny’s eyes widened, and he began to squirm and thrash around. His legs kicked the air, and he threw his arms and hands against the two giant fingers holding onto him.

“Rowan, you’re scaring me, let me GO!” The shifter yelled out. “What’s gotten into you? What is this?!”

The predator stared at Luke as he lifted him up, closer to his face. With his scent even closer to his face now, Rowan’s lips parted into a sharp, toothy, hungry smile. He continued to drool. His hunger would be sated soon, he was going to be fine. Luke was going to make a fine meal, he fit so perfectly inside of him in the past. The idea of eating him again psyched the predator up even more.

He couldn’t hear Luke’s words anymore. The only thing he could hear was his growling stomach and his own soft, hungry growls. He lifted Luke higher into the air, a smile remaining on his face. Rowan looked right up to Luke as he hung from his shirt. The predator opened his mouth wide, parting his teeth and holding his tongue out.

The two make eye contact with one another. Time stopped for Luke one more time. He had a straight view of Rowan’s mouth. Rowan had nothing but a cloudy, hungry look in his eyes. A gaze that saw nothing but food. Luke’s heart sank to his stomach, and even though he was looking at the exact same thing he couldn’t get out of his head just hours before, why did this feel so different?

Then, just then, Rowan’s fingers let go of the tiny’s shirt. Luke didn’t have time to process—he was falling, and Rowan’s mouth was getting closer. And closer. And closer.

Then he was staring at the back of the predator’s throat.

The anticipation of expecting the shifter’s flavor hitting his tongue was rewarding. Luke landed in his mouth, and his lips wrapped around him upon feeling the impact. His upper body was stuffed into his mouth, leaving his legs to flail and kick his face. His teeth didn’t bite down on the smaller man’s body, instead avoiding him, but his lips wrapped around his torso as his tongue explored the tiny’s body.

His flavor was exactly how he remembered it. Not only was his prey’s natural scent sweet, but his flavor? It was heaven. If he wasn’t so hungry, he would’ve loved to savor this moment.

Luke punched around inside the predator’s mouth. He hit his tongue, trying his best to avoid his teeth. They were so sharp, one wrong move and he’d get cut. Rowan had avoided scratching Rowan with his teeth during the hike, but now? He wasn’t sure.

“Don’t hurt me, don’t fucking hurt me, you idiot!” Luke yelled out without thought, adrenaline forcing itself through his veins.

Luke’s legs flailed and kicked as hard as they could against Rowan’s chin in an attempt to push himself out. Despite this, Rowan’s lips were very tightly wrapped around his body. Rowan’s mouth began to vibrate, and a soft, purring sound surrounded the shrunken man.

Rowan smiled, parted his lips, then began to push Luke further into his mouth with his finger as he rolled his head back. Luke’s head was just in front of the entrance to the predator’s throat, and below it looked like pure darkness. It obviously was much larger now that he was small, but the view was terrifying. Everything fell still.

Rowan’s purrs stopped. Taking a deep breath through his nose, the man excitedly but desperately swallowed hard.

Rowan pulled his fingers away as the tiny slipped further into his mouth, and he felt his upper body enter his throat. He began to purr at the sensation of his meal slipping into his gullet. Now that his prey was starting to go down, he didn’t want to stop. So the predator gave into his instincts, letting his body take over. He swallowed once more, pulling the rest of the tiny’s exposed body into his mouth. Rowan’s eyes closed and his purrs crescendo as more of Luke entered him. His lips curled into a smile behind Luke’s feet, saliva still dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Luke was so fucking delicious, why didn’t the predator commit to this sooner? Why did he take so long to sate his hunger? Craving him and refusing to indulge was way more painful than actually eating him.

Luke should be a visible lump in his throat right now, right? Out of pure curiosity, Rowan lifted his hand to press it against his neck. Though his throat vibrated with purrs, he could feel Luke thrashing inside the muscle that trapped him. Against his finger even more so. His gullet naturally tried to pull his food down, and he could feel the man slide down against his finger ever so slightly. However, some of his prey still remained in his mouth, and he wanted to savor the final swallow.

He wanted to remember what it would feel like.

He pressed his finger firmly against the Luke-shaped lump in his throat, and though he could hear muffled yells, he didn’t care. His mind and stomach were screaming at him to finish the job. So Rowan gives in, swallowing hard and loud. He felt Luke against his finger and inside his throat. The sensation of eating him felt out of this world. He was enjoying this, and God did it feel good to let himself indulge. Why did he feel so awful about being a predator?

He can’t remember why.

Another swallow, this time quick and sharp. He just wanted the tiny down and inside his stomach. He was so hungry. Just settle inside, please, please, please. His stomach screamed with another loud, hungry growl as it waited in anticipation for its prey to enter it.

( I need you inside my stomach, I need you locked away, I’m so fucking hungry, you’re all I can think about. )

There was a tightness in his chest as Luke slipped past his collarbone, and all the predator could do was take a deep breath and place his hand flat against the pressure. He let out a huff, instinctually swallowing to trick himself into feeling his food slide down faster. His hand slid down to his middle, anticipating the sensation of Luke slipping inside his stomach and filling him up.

His weight was so close inside him, and it was all he could think about. His roommate, his Luke, his meal, his prey.

The moment was obvious. It was warm. It was fast and it was filling. He felt his middle grow heavier as Luke’s head entered, soon following with the rest of his body. His stomach expanded underneath his hand, distending his stomach and making it somewhat round. Of course, he wasn’t at all as big as the first time he ate his roommate, but the curve of his stomach told him all he needed to know.

Rowan let out a deep, satisfied sigh of relief as all of Luke finally entered him. He pulled his head down, taking his hand off of his stomach, and admiring the bump that his roommate created. His green eyes were foggy as he stared at his exposed middle.

Most importantly, Luke’s taste remained on his tongue.

***

Being pushed deeper inside of Rowan’s mouth then aggressively swallowed completely winded the shifter. His arms and head are completely wrapped by the predator’s flesh as he was pulled down into the gullet of this… beast. This wasn’t Rowan. It couldn’t be. What had gotten into him, why was he not like himself? Luke shut his eyes as he thrashed around. Despite how tight his throat was, Luke tried his damn hardest to get the predator to snap out of this. This roughness was uncharacteristic. At least last time, Rowan tried to be gentle.

“Rowan, stop, I—I don’t want to be eaten like this, please, STOP!!” The shifter yelled out, squirming and attempting DESPERATELY to pull himself out. Of course, the throat had a tight grip on him. It was crushing. Suffocating, even. Tears began to swell up in Luke’s eyes, and he continued to keep his eyes shut as another audible swallow pulled him further into the predator’s body.

Something pressed against him from the outside, though he struggled to react properly. He couldn’t move at all, his limbs being pressed and held still. Luke didn’t want to open his eyes. If he did, he wouldn’t be able to see anything anyway. All he could do was attempt to get Rowan’s attention, but it was obvious by this point that he wasn’t paying attention.

( You got what you wanted, didn’t you? )

Another, quicker swallow sent him further down and squished him. The tight space was almost unbearable with how hard Rowan was trying to get him down. His predator had finally sent him sliding down the rest of the way, leaving Luke to be gently massaged and pulled further down, down, down…

A familiar sound grew closer and closer as he fell further down. Rowan’s heartbeat. Even the sound of his lungs and the gentle purr that surrounded him. With the swallowing over, Luke remembered what it was like before. Rowan’s heartbeat was calming and surrounded him. It gave him something to focus on. It relaxed him. Even now, it relaxed his body and caused him to loosen up.

That’s right, Luke was safe.

Luke finally opened his eyes back up, seeing nothing but darkness. That was okay. He took a deep breath, calming himself and letting himself relax. Finally, his hands felt the entrance of something, and the esophagus pushed him through, guiding the rest of his body inside the chamber. Warm air hit his face, and though it was spacious at first, the more Luke was pushed inside, the less room there was. He was forced and pushed into the organ, and it squished him from all sides. It wasn’t as bad as the tube that sent him down here, but it expanded with him. Finally, the entirety of his body was deposited inside the chamber. Rowan’s stomach.

He could hear a deep breath from above. Rowan sounded so satisfied. His heartbeat began to slow, and Luke was greeted by another loud gurgle that filled his ears.

He couldn’t move much, but the position he sat in was uncomfortable. He pressed his hands into the flesh underneath him, attempting to roll upright. Gravity was not in his favor currently, and if he remained in this position any longer, he might get a headache. Despite how hard it was to move in his resting place, Luke used his strength to flip himself, which was quickly followed by a gasp from above. Luke pushed himself the rest of the way up, finally managing to make a complete roll. He was quickly forced back down into place as his turn finished, and he settled into the roll of the stomach behind him.

Rowan’s purrs grew louder. Luke felt a pressure from the outside pressing down on him.

Rowan could feel and see Luke move from inside of him. His stomach fluttered. It felt so warm and nice, feeling the tiny shift around and settling inside him. He rubbed his round middle, letting out another satisfied sigh.

“Luke, you’re… so perfect, you know?” The predator begins, wiping the remaining drool off of his mouth with his free hand. He turns to his side, laying down on the couch and pulling his legs closer to himself. His focus was his stomach and the prey inside of it. “You’re so delicious, and you fit so perfectly inside of me.”

Luke was silent. He wasn’t moving anymore, but he could feel him sink down.

“God, I could swallow you down a million times, and it would be so satisfying each time.” The man’s voice is quiet, and he continues massaging his stomach. He was so full, he was so satisfied. Luke, his craving, his meal, was safely inside him, filling him up. “I love it, you know… I love feeling you move inside, I love the feeling of you going down. Your flavor is sweet, it makes me think of cherries.”

Inside, Luke’s eyes were heavy. His face was red. Rowan’s words and compliments relaxed his body, on top of the steady purring. His heartbeat and breathing rhythmically surrounded him. This was what Luke couldn’t stop thinking about. He may have been held in place by Rowan’s stomach, but it… was like an embrace. Rowan was hugging him from all sides, wasn’t he?

A tiny hand shifted and began to rub against the flesh underneath it. Luke took a deep breath, letting his eyes close.

“Rowan, I… I really love you.” The tiny whispered, realizing just how tired he was. He finally could let himself fall asleep. Surrounded by the sounds that echoed throughout his brain only hours before, Luke drifted to sleep.

Rowan continued to rub his stomach, purring as he spoke.

“My prey, my perfect prey. I think you should stay… I think I should… keep you inside there. Do you know how wonderful you feel in there? I was so hungry, craving you. It hurt. But now I have you, and I can’t stop thinking about you. I want to keep you locked away.” Rowan mumbled, beginning to lull himself to sleep.

He was still so tired. Now, he was full and happy, and so tired. He finally managed to sleep earlier before being woken up, but now? All he could do was lay here and fall asleep. He couldn’t help it.

“I can’t believe how delicious you are…” Rowan mumbled one last time before he dozed off.

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lesbianoms · 2 months

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Hhhh ohh god fuck~ I’m in love with the concept of wlw long term melty digestion 🥵

Imagine two women who are seeing each other and the more dominant one coaxes her submissive partner into being eaten by her… she’s a bit reluctant, but does have to admit… it gives her a “funny feeling” to imagine, and she always wants to make her girlfriend happy… so she sheepishly agrees…

And after she gets swallowed, maybe she’s whining and protesting a bit… with little kicks to the inside of her gf’s big, swollen belly. The pred lets out a belch and rolls her eyes, giving her gut a teasing pat. Always a drama queen, this one. But the pred knows she’ll be fine, and so she stretches across the bed, ready to sleep off her big meal~

Throughout the night, the pred’s stomach gets louder and the prey’s muffled sounds get softer… quieter… subdued <3… she sounds almost peaceful as she gets churned by the belly of her beloved~

It doesn’t hurt, it’s just a bit of a strange experience. She moans from within the rotund belly and whimpers pitifully as her form is melting and bubbling away. And eventually, at some point in the early morning, the sounds stop all together 💕

The pred hums in her sleep and places a hand over her hard-working gut; it’s all soft and sloshy now. Her tummy lets out a long groan in response to being touched. The middle begins to sag, and there’s a big scchlrp… sssqquelch~ as what’s left of her sweet girlfriend collapses beneath those churning stomach walls. All sludge now~ ☠️🫧

In the morning the pred kneads and rubs a much smaller stomach, getting aroused by the feeling of her prey shifting around and slipping deeper into her guts for even more lengthy digestion <3

“See? I’m so happy you came around, darling~”

ggggrrr…rrRRGGL…….

Of course, when her beloved DOES come back, she’ll have to tease her and cuddle her and tell her what a wonderful evening snack she made… but for now she just enjoys her partner’s eventual dedication to making her all soft❤️🥰

#v.ore #v0re #soft vore #vore writing #wlw vore #vore scenario #vore talk #digestion #unwilling prey #well… kind of #implied reformation #unwilling to willing #vore digestion #f/f vore #pred/prey #reformation vore

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stormtheskyelf2 · 1 month

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VORE RANNT

I am a sucker for unwilling to willing prey, with unaware/unwilling/mind controlled preds. I have a favorite writing that emphasises it, and it's not even meant to be unwilling to willing/unaware pred.

I think it's by.. croissantatwaitrose? (not tagging them because we're don't interact AT ALL) This is the particular part, in their mini among us vore story (for the ask of the crewmate in the family of imposters:

"The crewmate’s cries and pleas were only met with small rubs and pleased hums."

Now, this is not unwilling to willing, nor is it unaware, unwilling pred.

However if you look at it from the angle of "The pred had been reduced to primal instincts to store their loved one close inside them", this becomes AWESOME. It's a adorable: the thought that although the imposter/pred/whatever species you have is currently on RaptorMode(TM), they still want to hold their prey in that special pouch right below their heart, storing them safely and keeping them close, though.. they're on RaptorMode(TM). They haven't exactly EXPLAINED anything. So naturally, prey/crewmate/whatever panics, being met with, per croissants' writing, "small rubs and pleased hums", and only to eventually realize that they're perfectly fine, undigested.

To which that case they flop down inside and rub the soft flesh, mentally preparing to dish out a chiding when they get back home :D

#vore rant #stormtheskyelf spills #safe vore #sfw vore #extreme cuddling #g/t vore?#soft vore #among us vore #croissantatwaitrose #unaware pred #instinct pred #unwilling to willing

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cowardlysimon · 1 year

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in honor of me surviving finals I drew Mad, Hatter,

it is 5 AM BY THE WAY I ACCIDENTALLY WOKE UP AFTER ACCIDENTALLY FALLING ASLEEP

hate this Bro 😭😭😭

#v.ore #v/ore #soft vore #v0r3 #safe vore #male pred #willing vore #unwilling to willing #male vore #male predator #g/t vore #gt vore #v0re #willing prey #unwilling prey #unwilling vore

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lovelymlem · 2 months

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Narrator wants to enjoy Stanley internally, but Stanleys not to sure about the idea..

but eventually Stanley finally gets used to the gut again :)

#safe v0re #safe vore #soft v0re #v0r3 #v0re blog #lovelymlem #stanley x narrator #belch #tsp narrator #the stanley parable narrator #the stanley palatable #tsp vore #tsp stanley #unwilling to willing

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starlightgirl242 · 6 months

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Voretober Day 23: Stranger

Starlight Lapis understands that she couldn’t take candy from strangers.

Despite the temptation, when she’s normal sized, she refused their sugary offer.

However, if she’s larger than a 2 story house, she’ll snatch the candy bowl along with the stranger.

(I’m back! Sorry about uploading the Voretober drawings in November. I took a small break, but now I’m back! I’ll do these pictures little by little.)

#soft vore #safe vore #gt vore #willing pred #willing vore #unwilling to willing #wholesome vore #endosoma #vore art #voretober #lapis oc #oc vore

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vorthodoxy · 5 months

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prey who begs their sweet but reluctant pred to give in to their instincts, to gobble them up, to churn them up and melt them and reduce them to nothing but new weight hanging off their thighs~

#reluctant pred #unwilling to willing #willing #digestion

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withoutalice · 3 months

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Max/Rung unwilling but ultimately safe v0re send post

#voreformers #transvoremers #unwilling prey #unwilling to willing

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