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vorecaptions · 2 months

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Metamorphosis part 1

Aaron's father have been grumpy about his age, how his body was getting weaker and not doing as good as before.

God, that was so fucking annoying having to hear him nagging all day long of how incredible he was at his best. I had no patience to hear anymore of that shit, so I proposed a really absurd idea, he could become one of the subjects of my PhD research on pred's genetics. My family bloodline had not a single predator gene in it so I started making papers to understand how a pred could become one or pass it to their offspring. My research showed that preds genes were highly volatile, making their bodies capable of the most absurd adaptations and, because of it, in need of humongous amount of nutrients to fuel it. Because of this insane genetic adaptability I pondered to be possible to introduce it via transplant of a few cells into a standard man and, in theory, the cells to be able to entangle the genetic structure from host and donor much alike some preds absorb their prey instead of digestion. To do a test however I need a subject willing to risk everything, even this days genetic engineering was a shot in the dark. His father didn't need to be told twice to agree head on.

The treatment was not so much complex as one would think. All he need to do was getting a sample of preds cells and inject them in the hosts body. Aaron explained that since the risk of unforeseen shenanigans was high they would need to pick an "expendable bit" of his body, one that wouldn't involve too much structural muscle skeletal changes. The locale has been obvious, they would need to use his penis. His dad was reluctant, but agreed saying he didn't use that "shriveled piece of meat in years". The preds cells were from a young donor, a teen yet to have his first feeding. This characteristic was crucial, everything a pred would feed he would also assimilate bits of his preys dna, making his own genetic makeup more unstable in long runs, making them feed more and more to stabilize it as they get older. A small prick on his dad meat and one in each of his small nuts was enough to finish the operation. Now was the waiting game. Two weeks past it, and constant checkups indicated a good integration on both the genetic makeups. Aaron noticed the skin of his dad cock wad getting darker, he recalled the donor was a black teen, perhaps it has influenced throughout the dna intermingle of host and donor cells. The tissues of the genital area did look more tender and firm, the testicles were more round and scans confirmed their changes, they soon demanded nourishment... The rate of development was way quicker than Aaron would've predicted, and it did scare him. He soon realized the quimeric cells made from his experiment would propagate to the rest of the host body. A month later and his dad had been different already, he had way less wrinkles and would talk about how his nuts were churning seminal fluid nonstop. This last bit was expected, the treatment made his cells unstable as a pred, albeit as much as an inexperienced one after his first meals. His father would need constant new genetic mass to surplus his own degrading dna. The problem however was obvious, his dad was not a pred, he did not have their innate biological capacity of swallowing or directly absorbing his preys. That came with yet another conundrum. How in the actual fuck would he solve this problem? Getting dna for him would become a problem, if he gave another genetic makeup it would desistabilize his matrix even more and larges quantities would be required. This situation Aaron resolved fairly easy, he would donor his own dna to his father, since he was made from his seed his genetic makeups were more similar than any. The first "meal" wad quite weird. Aaron could've had done it with any bit of himself, hair, skin, blood. He decided to make his donation with his seed as well, it made sense to him since the central point of the transformation his father had came directly from his genitals, the sperm cells would be much easier recognized.

With a syringe without needle filled with his cum, he inserted in the urethra of his dad eager cock. The thing was hard as steel and Aaron could just see the slit gaping as if it was trying swallow the upper point of the syringe. Slowly he injected the stuff down the schlong, it really looked like gulping its contents, he could see the small bulge following the underside of his dad dick all to the base.

-please son, it was so fucking good, don't more...

His dad looked like a dumb gooner during a edge session, his face in ectasy and his tongue out like a fucking perv.

His administration of dna did wonders to his dad. He looked way livier and showed improved health on his exams. It did however show something unexpected. His father celular degradation slowed down considerably, but by just one exposition to new dna shouldn't have this effect. Only about weeks later would he actually discover what was happening.

By accident would Aaron have checked one of the ip cams he had on his home, the thing malfunction made him have to reinstall the necessary apps for it to work. Curiosity called him to check how weird he'd sound while snoring, that's when he witnessed something that would change everything about his experiment.

His father entered the room while Aaron was passed out snoring. Gently his old man unfurled him from his blankets. His dad would often stay still, frozen when he moved a bit, he was trying really hard to not wake him. When he saw it was safe enough he slowly put his hand inside his sons boxers and took the soft penis out. He took his time looking at the meat. Weighing it in his large hand before he would take his own schlong from his underwear. Through the cam Aaron was astonished about what was happening but the next thing was way off the scale. His dad dick was fattening, engorging as it got hard. It didn't look full hard though, as if a half mast, still flexible. Dad studied his own dick for a bit before he got closer to Aaron. He proceeded to rub his fat gland against his son soft cockhead. It was then that he bit his own hand, like trying to block any sound coming from his mouth and leaning a bit to the side that Aaron could see what he was doing. The fat cock was even more fat, thick, because it was engulfing his own, it was like a snake swallowing another! It was way beyond mere docking with their foreskin, his dick was being devoured by his dad own schlong! God, it was so absurd, and he could even see the thing making sucking, slurping motions as if trying to get more of his meat. Aaron did not know what was happening, but he could see it was affecting his dad, his face strained, eyes closed and his mouth still locked bitting his hand. Few minutes later he saw his cock, now hard, getting even harder against the other engulfing it, his balls retracted and he ejaculated. A soft moan was heard, his dad couldn't control it anymore, the seed his son spurt was injected directly into him through his urethra, his cock was slurping all the contents his balls churned that night, his own testicles were so hungry and he needed something to fill their emptiness.

His dad would not leave until every spurt was drained by his cock, until his victim deflated and dislodged from his pisslit. He would massage his balls and put a face as if tasting something delicious.

Aaron was beyond shocked, but confused as well. He was a heavy sleeper but not enough to have his meat raped and not waking up. Reviewing the records he realized his dad had been doing it for a week.

#cock vore #male vore #cock theft #muscle drain

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ashenacademic · 9 months

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mmmm. pred mood is real loud rn and im dissociated and socially drained. but honestly that's a big part of Why it sounds so appealing right now. there's no expectation to be social or to perform to anyone's expectations. just. a comfortable quiet and a comforting weight in my very core. keeping someone I love so close to me without the need to do anything but just exist. A comfort that nobody else need know about. It's a nice thought. A quiet, gentle coexistence that nobody else would ever experience. Two people able to know and understand each other in ways nobody else ever could.

#pardon me if this is a bit incoherent #as previously mentioned im dissociated and socially drained and Now im also sleepy #mmm. what id give to take a nap with someone inside #that sounds so cozy #musings of alexandria #honestly im highkey embarrassed about posting this lmao #soft vore #safe vore

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moreshamelessmilk · 7 months

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i don’t want to have to go a single day w/o a sale or tip or session in november. don’t disappoint me bc i’m about to put in hella work and if it’s all for nothing i will probably quit. you can’t claim me as your fave unless you actually help contribute to my business.

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quotemenevervore · 2 years

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*cutely adds an antagonist and an angsty fic to the queue*

#shrunken manhunt #mcyt g/t #mcyt vore #mcyt gt #I know it’s been a while #I’m sorry #I’m working on fics I promise #it’s just been a rough week for me and the family #I’m mentally drained but I’m working on it!

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poppykochbelly · 2 months

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Get robbed, swallowed, teased, taunted, blackmailed, gaslighted, and most importantly - dissolved in my newest full-size vore clip

Drained & Devoured: Send for your Life <3

FREE Only for my fans this weekend~ -LINKS-

#v0re #v0re pred #v/ore #v/ore goddess #fake belly #brat pred

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yummyyummie · 1 year

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Here's some Peaches drawings, based on a piece of writing i wrote, you can read it below :3

A Demon's Visit - wordcount 2381 cw: vore, fulltour, unwilling prey

"So full of despair and anxiety, aren't you dear? Good thing I heard you, we'll get this fixed up, don't fret it, sweet little thing~"

You never quite expected that just calling out to nothing would actually be answered, sure it was genuine, but you would never think that it would work. It just sounds too ridiculous. And yet here you are, held off the ground in the clawed hands of some four legged demon. She had ominously appeared after you had been crying your heart out, feeling like a wreck after a particularly rough day, something finally snapped the camel's back so to speak. Out of the shadows she had approached, and even if she was soft spoken it was still terrifying to have a literal demon standing before you. But you were too emotionally drained to really do much about it, as if it mattered to try and run.

And now she has picked you up so she can actually look you in the eye. Her yellow, faintly glowing eyes don't exactly look back with sympathy, more so they gleam with some morbid eagerness. She gives you a gentle smile, and speaks up again.

"Wouldn't you want to feel a bit better? Just have all those terrible feelings and mean thoughts go away? I could help you, no charge needed~" She offers, it sounds too good to be true, to be honest. Clearly there must be some kind of catch, it's a demon after all.

"Really?" Is all you can muster out, you'd want to ask more but don't have the energy to really say much right now.

"Really~" She slyly responds, grinning back at you. "All I'd ask is to be allowed to do what's needed to get you better, that's it. I'm not interested in much else, truly!" She says moving you a bit closer to her.

You think about it for a moment, you have no clue what it is that she'd do to you. But at the same time you wanted little more than for all these shitty feelings to leave you be, so it did sound tempting. And for nothing in return? It sounded dubious in every regard, really, but your head's not in the right place. You just want things to get better so you can move on with your life, not just keep sulking. So if she can supposedly fix it, might as well give it a shot. Like things can get much worse.

"Do we have a deal~?" She asks, taking a hand off of you, to hold it out for you to shake.

"Sure.." You mutter and lightly shake her big, clawed hand, to which she merrily grins again.

"Wonderful! Now, don't struggle too much dear, it won't hurt a bit. Just… let it happen~" She says, lifting you up closer and closer to her face, getting uncomfortably close. Her breath on your face smells vaguely of some kind of flowery incense or perfume.

And then she opens her mouth. You want to instinctively freak out and pull away, putting your arms up against her face, holding yourself away. She chuckles before closing her mouth and looks at you with a playful smile. You can feel your heartbeat having just started racing, your fear getting some energy back to you. She shakes her head and tisks at you.

"What did I just say? You made a deal, my little sweet, no take-backsies now~" She says, trying to lift you into her mouth again. But you just can't get yourself to calm down, you grip the edges of her mouth again to resist and push back against her trying to get a bite of you. This time she doesn't look so amused, as if getting annoyed with you. Even if it would make sense to not be willing to accept a demon just shoving you into their mouth, you think.

"Darling, if you're gonna be difficult I will have to pacify you, and I'm sure neither of us would enjoy that very much. So be a good little mortal and let me help you!" She growls and opens her mouth before you again, it doesn't exactly ease your nerves hearing her getting frustrated. Against your better judgment, you still struggle, it's hard to beat your fear telling you to fight back. She stops and sighs, you're not making this easy at all. But she appears to fend off her annoyance, trying to remain patient.

"Alright, alright. This isn't working, clearly. Eventually you will grow too tired to struggle, but listen I don't want to spend my whole day waiting for that. So, let's see if calming you down will make this go a bit smoother." She says, as you feel her gently stroking your head. "Breathe in, and it should soothe some of your nerves, little one~" That you can do, probably, you think in response to her request. Her neck puffs up as she takes a deep breath in, and then gently blows a lavender smoke or gas at you. It has that same flowery scent, only much more intensified. At first it feels like it burns your nose and your lungs, but the stinging feeling quickly subsides as the calming effect takes hold. Slowly but surely you feel the tenseness in your body lessen, as if it and your senses all are being softened up. Even her petting is starting to feel quite nice.

"There, that's a little better, isn't it? I'm not out to hurt you, that ain't my style, I just want to help rid you of those pesky, delicious anxieties and distresses of yours~" She coos gently, giving you a little lick across your face. It feels warm, but not as bad as you would've imagined. "Let's get you where you need to be before the temporary calm wears off, yes~?" She says and you meekly nod in response, and she smiles back at you.

This time moving you up to her open maw you don't immediately go to resist, feeling too tired and soothed to fight back. She lets your head rest against her tongue for a moment, you're not sure if she's tasting you or just giving you time to look down into her mouth.

She shoves you in further, careful not to accidentally catch you on any of her sharp fangs. You feel her saliva across your face, and it only gets warmer as you have your head all the way in the back of her mouth. Her throat widens and opens up for you, as she pushes you further and further in. You feel your upper body glide down and push up against the fleshy, warm walls. It becomes hard to move, but you still don't feel all that compelled to struggle. With a gulp she pulls you down more into her, you feel only your legs still in her mouth. With another you are cradled all in her soft, yet tight throat. It takes a moment before she sends you down, you feel as she presses her hand against her neck outside, squishing you within. After a small, content chuckle from her you feel the walls squeeze you downwards with one last loud swallow.

After a short trip of more squeezing you exit into her stomach. Expecting it to be dark and uncomfortable, it surprisingly is glowing a ambiently gentle purple. The surrounding walls are pillowy soft, if it weren't for the wetness and movement it'd almost be like being caught in a big fluffy blanket. But even with how oddly cozy it is, you feel the unease creep in again. As it dawns on you that she just ate you, whole and all. You start to look around frantically, trying to see if there's any way out somehow. But even if you spot the mouth of the stomach, it is pressed firmly shut. Panicking, you press and move your hands around against the walls, trying to find something. Anything. But all you find is hearing her chuckle at you, the sound reverberating strangely hearing her from inside of her. You can't help but be a bit upset at her for finding this funny, it isn't funny one bit, you feel tricked. Out of frustration you kick against the fleshy walls, but it doesn't seem to do much.

As you sit there and grumble angrily and fearfully to yourself, you come to notice that there's not really anything in here that's hurting you. Sure it's wet, but there's no sign of any acid or anything burning your skin. You're just soaked and covered by floral scented liquid, the smell is a little bit calming. Though the longer you wait the closer the soft walls start to encroach, giving you less and less space to move around inside her belly. They squish up against you all around, forcing you into a scrunched up fetal position. Even if tightly snug, you don't feel uncomfortable, oddly enough. The stomach squeezes you gently in almost a rhythm, and you can more clearly hear the sound of the demon's heartbeat when your ears have the walls pressed against them. The sensation causes you to relax, almost feeling like you're being softly cradled. Then you hear her humming, she sounds pretty happy with herself, gently swinging her tummy from side to side. Is she trying to lull you to sleep? You can't quite tell, you're having a hard time focusing at all. The thoughts you're having feel fleeting, being absorbed by her as you continue to be squeezed. Telling the time is incredibly difficult, but you can imagine it just keeps going for hours. Yet you can't get yourself to worry about the things you're missing. It's as if those thoughts are being taken the moment you try to think them.

After a while, however many hours have passed, you feel something change. The walls around you shift and move, tensing up as they push you towards the bottom exit of the stomach. It opens up and you're pushed through. At first you want to think that you're about to be going through her intestines, but your mind doesn't seem to want to care. It doesn't matter, nothing matters now really. You just feel empty, like someone took all your emotions away, or at least the negative ones. And now your brain is having a hard time producing any new negative thoughts, it takes way longer than you have the attention to spare for it.

And then you enter into another fleshy chamber, it appears to be her second stomach. You do recall her having two tummies when you saw her from the outside, before you ever had a clue you'd end up in her. This one is even softer than the last one, and squishes around you keeping you in a lying position. Your senses almost feel overwhelmed at first, with how soft it all is. The comforting smell. The groaning sounds of the belly coming from all around you. Your empty thoughts and feelings are slowly filled with comfort and calmness, you haven't felt this relaxed in forever. You can't think of anything else, it's all your brain wants to care about right now. It's an odd sensation, and again time just moves on without you having a clue for how long.

It's just warmth and softness, a distant heartbeat ringing in your ears, and no way out on your own. Like being stuck in a sleeping bag that wants nothing but for you to feel good. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to let her eat you, your thoughts wander, feeling relief.

But you can't stay here forever. That wasn't a part of the deal.

You feel everything move around you, pushing you forward. Even if you don't want to leave, you have no means of fighting it, your body refuses to act. It just accepts being tugged out from the incredibly comfy chamber, into the fleshy tubes that are the demon's intestines. The constant pulsing surrounding you brings you deeper and deeper.

It just keeps going and going. Will it ever end?

At least it isn't too bad, you still feel quite relaxed. And you didn't die, which you guess she was right about not hurting you. Still not exactly how you expected to spend your …day..? You'll just have to check how much time has actually passed when you get the chance.

Eventually it appears like you have arrived at the end. It is a peculiar experience, not particularly dignified, but it certainly could have gone way worse. You're surprised to find yourself back on the floor of your room, a fair bit soaked, but you feel a whole lot better compared to earlier. Frankly you barely even remember what got you in that state in the first place, it's all dust in the wind now.

You hear the jingling of the demon's golden jewelry as she steps around behind you, and as you're just about to try and get up your vision goes dark, from a bath towel having been dropped over you.

"I'd stick around to play with you more, but I have other matters to attend to. Thanks for the meal, though, lemme just dry you up and I'll be on my way~" She says and ruffles you over with the towel, drying off whatever liquids that are soaking you. "Don't worry, I've just been lazing around in here, mostly. I did have to find something for when you eventually would get out, but surely you don't mind. It would feel rude to leave you all numb and wet laying on the floor for a while."

After getting you dry she picks you up and places you on your bed, you still can't quite get your body to move, so you just lay there watching her tuck you in. She giggles to herself, and strokes your head before she wanders back towards the shadows of the room.

"Don’t try to get upset just to make me come back, y'hear sweetie? If you want me to visit, remember me and I'll probably hear you~" She waves at you, though you can't really wave back.

"Taa-taa for now!" She says before vanishing into the shadows she emerged from way earlier.

#tw vore #v0re #safe vore #soft vore #vore writing #oc peaches #my characters #my art #my writing #just testing stuff out #i enjoy writing and do it from time to time but haven't tried a. writing vore stuff and b. posting my writing #so double test i guess

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digestabold · 1 year

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The toilet... my ultimate predator

#flush stuff #can't hide from it on this blog either #there's a reason I call it #drain vore

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naughtybutt · 2 months

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outgrowing clothes like it’s my job

#bhm #bhm weight gain #fatboy #findom drain #male belly #male gainer #male vore #belly kink #bi bear #bloated burps #hairy gut

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voraciousvore · 7 days

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Giganterra (Chapter 20)

Prologue/ TOC | Previous (19) | Next (21)

Content Warning: soft, safe unwilling vore; vulgar language

Word Count: 2.8k

------ Chapter 20: Lobster Dinner ------

Bucky loved to boil lobsters. He’d just procured some fresh seafood from the market, and he was elated to cook it for dinner. He heated up a big vat of water until it bubbled and grabbed one of the monstrous crustaceans from the tank. He observed the creature rotating its claws and legs uselessly before dropping it into the searing water. The lobster screamed and thrashed as the water hissed, frothed, splashed, and emitted a billowing cloud of steam. Bucky grinned.

“Gore!” he shouted over the screeching noise. “Get over here!”

“What NOW?! I’m BUSY!” the redheaded chef yelled back from across the room. He was hunched over, mincing garlic and green onion with aggressive knife chops. Bucky lumbered over when Gore refused to come to him and slapped the distracted chef hard on the ass.

Gore jumped and spun around with rage, brandishing the knife. “What the hell, Bucky?! I almost sliced my finger off!” He jabbed the knife towards Bucky in a threatening gesture, but his face was as red as his beard.

Bucky belted out a guffaw that made his belly jiggle like a tub of jello. “You would’ve deserved it for not listening to me, you fat fuck,” he declared. “I need you to cook these lobsters.”

“Yeah, sure,” Gore grumbled, slashing the knife through the air once more before stabbing it into the wooden cutting board and shouldering his way past his boss. Bucky reared his hand up, ready to swat his butt a second time, but Gore spotted him through his peripherals and swung around in a flash.

“Don’t you dare!” he snarled, shaking his fist and continuing to blush furiously. Bucky cackled.

“Where in the hell is Chef Cruor? CRUOR!!” Bucky bellowed, searching the kitchen. He found the weary chef over in the corner, huddled over something. “Cruor! You slacker! What are you doing now?”

Cruor turned around quickly, flustered. “N-nothing important, why?” He had one hand braced on the counter, and the other behind his back, as if he were concealing a shameful secret.

Bucky’s eyes narrowed. “What are you hiding there, Cruor?”

“I’m not hiding anything,” Cruor answered, but he didn’t move a muscle. When Bucky circled around him to see, Cruor tensed up.

“What’s this? A jar?” Bucky wrenched the jar away from the other giant, who seemed upset but didn’t protest. Bucky squinted to see the tiny denizen inside. Addison was plastered against the glass wall away from his face, hyperventilating. “A human?”

“That’s the underweight human that King Richard ordered us to fatten up,” Cruor explained swiftly. “I was just feeding her extra, so she’ll be back to full health faster.” He bit his lip.

Bucky gave him a long look. “Alright, Cruor. But I need you to fix up the risotto already. Quit dawdling; dinner approaches!”

“Of course, right away. Um…” Cruor reached his hands out for the jar, flexing his fingers. Bucky carelessly shoved the jar back into his grasp and strode off. Cruor cringed as he heard a plink against the glass from Addison being flung forcefully into the side. Once he was sure his boss was out of earshot, he raised the jar up to his face to check on her.

“I’m sorry about that, little one,” he murmured, quiet enough for no other giants to overhear him. “Are you hurt?” He exhaled with relief when he saw the tiny woman shake her head. “I have to work, but I’ll be back later before the end of my shift, okay?” He smiled before carefully returning the jar to its spot on the shelf, placing some other odds and ends in front of it to obscure her from sight. He didn’t want any of the other chefs messing with her.

The fatigue drained back into Cruor’s body once he was away from Addison. He made the risotto like Bucky ordered. He plated three servings, accompanied by Gore’s lobsters and fresh salad. Cruor made sure to leave an inconspicuous glob of risotto in the pot for Addison. The last ingredients for royal consumption would be the humans, one for each dinner. Cruor chose Iris, since he knew she wouldn’t raise a fuss, and he wasn’t in the mood to deal with any nonsense. He tucked her into the salad, drizzling her with a light dressing for extra flavor. She stared vacantly into the distance with glassy eyes.

Gore grabbed up Eren, who clawed and bit at his fingers and screeched like a banshee. Gore ignored her ruckus, and tried to bury her in the risotto, but she kept digging her way out and throwing globs of the creamy rice at him. A vein popped out on his temple as the giant waxed in wrath.

“Quit that!” he snapped. He squeezed her hard between his fingers, making her gasp in pain, and pinched her midsection in one of the lobster claws. She cursed and flailed, but the claw pinned her to the plate. The crusty appendage was too heavy for her to push apart or lift. After a moment of thought, Gore took a few grains of rice and stuffed them into her mouth to shut her up. The rice was so thick that she struggled to spit it out or chew it. He cut off a thread of the twine used to tie the lobster claws shut and wrapped it around her head as a makeshift gag, then secured her arms to her sides.

Jackie watched Eren fight and understood that struggle was pointless. She involuntarily cried out when Cruor picked her up, despite how gentle he was with his fingers, but did not resist. He planted her into the salad and dressed her with vinaigrette. Then, each human was supplied with a drop of the anti-digestion potion. With the food ready, a servant whisked away the plate and carried it to the dining room. Jackie’s heart was thumping fast in her chest as she bounced in the salad, tossed alongside gigantic chunks of tomatoes big enough to sit in like chairs, croutons as wide as tables, and tablecloths of lettuce: a full dining set of salad.

Besides the sound of Eren’s muffled swearing, Jackie became aware of heavy breathing above her. She craned her head back, and her heart spasmed as she beheld Chester leering over her, devouring her desperately with his eyes. She whipped around with a shudder, trying to ignore the massive, creepy predator leaning over her. He wouldn’t snatch her up and eat her, right? She was intended for… someone else. Jackie thought of the king and felt like vomiting. Chester was bad enough, but the king was far worse.

The plates were brought into the dining room, where the giant royal family members were sitting in a strained silence. Jackie’s heart and stomach sank into her intestines as her plate was set in front of King Richard, who flashed his huge teeth in a grotesque grin. Jackie froze up under his gaze, too scared to even scream. The giant man licked his lips hungrily.

Iris was given to Bianca; neither of them had much of a reaction, since even Bianca seemed glazed and distant, her mind focused on other matters. Eren was presented to Ronny, who looked down at the wriggling human with disdain. She bucked against her bonds and punched and shoved at the lobster claw, still incapable of dislodging it. She gnashed her jaws against the overflowing mouthful of rice to get rid of the gag. She glared daggers at Chester when he came over and sampled Ronny’s food to check for poison. Chester moved on to Bianca’s plate, clearing her dinner for consumption before going to the head of the table.

Chester lingered on the king’s dinner. He slurped up his excess spit and labored to control his urges as he bent down over Jackie, drinking in her tantalizing aroma, her pristine features and figure. He was sorely tempted to scoop her up in his mouth, or tell the king she was contaminated with poison and spirit her away, but he knew those foolish actions would not be without consequences. He found an excuse to gently graze her with his finger as he took a small portion from each part of the meal. A shade of pink tinted his cheeks, despite his best efforts to repress his feelings. Jackie stared up at his vast face with a combination of fear and curiosity as she noted his reaction.

“Chester, is there a problem with the food?” King Richard questioned, a sharp edge of impatience in his tone. He was hungry.

“No, it’s fine,” Chester replied, stepping back from the table and hiding his face so Hardon wouldn’t spot him blushing. Ajax glowered at Chester darkly. Chester turned away and excused himself from the dining room.

Eren finally managed to choke down the risotto stopping up her mouth and shifted the twine off her face. “Go fuck yourself, you filthy brute!” she screamed up at Ronny. “You giants are vile! You disgust me! You should be ashamed of yourselves for hurting innocents!”

Ronny’s eyebrows twitched downward with irritation. “Take that back, you insolent little worm,” he growled.

“Never! Rot in hell, bastard child! Your parents should be ashamed of you! You’re a pathetic excuse for a man!”

Ronny’s dark eyes flashed. “I’m going to make you pay for that.” He picked up his lobster cracker tool and inserted the claw that Eren was trapped in between the metal jaws. He crushed the exoskeleton with an earsplitting crack that made Eren blanch. The heavy claw she’d been struggling with was demolished with a simple squeeze of the prince’s hand. He maneuvered the cracker around her body, so her ribcage was pinned precariously between the jagged metal teeth.

“That will be your bones cracking next if you open your mouth again,” Ronny snarled. Eren gaped, unable to speak as terror overwhelmed her. She realized the giant prince was deathly serious. He would kill her without remorse, just because she annoyed him. She closed her mouth and clenched her teeth. She had a fighting spirit, but not a death wish.

Ronny took his lobster fork and cut through the twine around her arms. He pulled her out of the claw, dangled her over his open mouth, and dropped her inside. He rolled her over with his tongue, appreciating her continued efforts to struggle despite her fear. She had a rich, meaty flavor that paired well with the garlic butter on the lobster. He swallowed her and sighed as he felt her tiny wiggling body drop into his stomach.

King Richard didn’t comment, but smiled with approval as he watched his son torment the tiny being on his plate. Perhaps his plan was working after all, and his son would harden his heart to become fit to rule Giganterra. He directed his attention to Bianca, who was stirring her risotto absently with her fork and eating small bites.

“What’s going on, Bianca? You've hardly touched your dinner, and you haven’t eaten your human.”

She snapped out of her daze. “Oh! Um... I ate all three of my men earlier, so my stomach’s a little upset from having them all moving around in there,” she lied. In reality, she felt guilty about hurting and eating Gio earlier, and she was going through a mental crisis, but she didn’t want to admit that to her father.

King Richard accepted her words at face value, but Ronny watched her with his dark eyes pensively. He could tell she wasn’t telling the truth, and something was troubling her. He wondered if her mood had something to do with that odd question she asked of him earlier, about talking to his human. He brushed off the uncomfortable feeling and resumed his dinner. He was only speculating, after all, and he didn’t really care about his vapid sister’s feelings anyway. She was probably just moping over something stupid and shallow, as usual.

King Richard hadn’t eaten Jackie yet. He was dragging out the moment, thoroughly enjoying her terror as he shredded his lobster. He cracked the joints with deliberate force and tore apart the meat with the lobster fork, maintaining eye contact with her the entire time, as if scaring her would tenderize her for increased flavor. Once his appetite was sufficiently whetted, he nudged her onto his fork and raised her up to his lips. Jackie clung to the fork for dear life, transfixed by the huge maw that opened before her, the tongue beckoning her inside.

She only had a moment to contemplate the horror before she was thrust onto the wet slab of meat. The jaws slammed shut, clicking the teeth together, and tongue rolled beneath her and curled around her. She whimpered with misery as she was drenched in saliva, thrown around inside the giant mouth, and caressed on every inch of her skin, unable to resist the superior force of the muscular tongue. The yawning gullet flexed around her as she was rammed inside headfirst and plunged down the throat.

Jackie was helpless as she journeyed down the long, cramped esophagus, with her arms smashed to her sides. She could barely even paddle her legs, with the meat walls tightening around her. The incandescence from her skin, caused by the magic potion, illuminated the slick, suffocating walls around her, so she could see her descent down the internal chasm and the regular pulsing of the living walls. The heat was sweltering, and the air stifling, particularly as she got closer to the stomach below and inhaled the burning fumes. She was finally pushed through via powerful muscular contractions and flopped into the acid pit below, floundering and gasping.

Jackie took several minutes to recover from the excruciating ordeal of being swallowed. She stared numbly at the churning flesh walls, rocked in the rippling pool of disintegrating lobster and risotto, which were transformed into unrecognizable mush. Before long, over the sound of the splashing, gurgling, booming, and whooshing of the giant organs, Jackie became dimly aware of echoing sobs inside the chamber. She looked around with bewilderment, realizing she was not alone, only to find that Candy was curled up in the folds of stomach lining, bawling her eyes out.

“Oh, Candy, you poor girl! How long have you been in here?” Jackie called to her, sloshing through the muck to reach her.

“H-h-hours,” Candy blubbered. “I-I tried to do everything I could to placate the king, but he got hungry and decided to eat me anyways.” She sniffled pathetically and attempted to wipe her eyes, despite being soaked in fluid.

“I’m so sorry, Candy,” Jackie murmured. She hated to see the formerly cheerful girl so downtrodden. She wrapped her arms around Candy in a hug to comfort her.

“I should’ve never come here,” Candy lamented. “I was just so lonely. I thought that handsome giant knight would take me before we got to the castle—I sincerely believed we were fated to each other—b-b-but he didn’t even want to touch me... he just abandoned me...” She cried harder, burying her face into Jackie’s shoulder. “I can’t take this anymore!”

Jackie squeezed her tighter, but inside she felt a cold chill. Her own situation was abysmal enough, but she couldn’t imagine the hell that Candy was going through, as a favorite of the king. Being forced to always be with him, a slave to his every whim and lustful thought... she shivered. She couldn’t stand to see the innocent girl’s suffering, just as she couldn’t stand to see Iris as a living corpse.

“Don’t worry, Candy, we’ll get you out of this somehow,” she assured her, stroking her dirty wet hair. “We’ll find a way...” She didn’t have any confidence in her words as she ruminated over their dismal circumstances. What could she possibly do? How could she stop any of the abuse, when she was so small and powerless? She thought back to the words of the human king, when he tasked them with assassinating the giant king, and perceived how hollow those words were, when the humans had no power to resist.

The cogs in her mind turned endlessly, as tireless as the rhythmic movements of the stomach interior from digesting the giant king’s dinner. Candy continued to sob in her arms, lacerating her heart with fresh wounds. Jackie knew she couldn’t do anything on her own. She would need help.

Help. But who would possibly help her? What giant would even bother to listen to her, much less take an interest in what she had to say? King Charles did say to exploit any weaknesses and use any influence the humans could garner to accomplish their goal. Jackie’s innards somersaulted and weakness entered her knees as the answer slowly dawned on her, as terrifying and repulsive as it was.

Chester.

Chapter 21

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The bathroom was unfortunately on the closest wall to the barn. You could hear the sound of the toilet flushing through the wall. You knew that the hole you’d spent a half hour licking had just finished pushing out the digested remains of your best friends. They were shit, sent to the sewers where they belonged. You heard the sink run, too. At least he was sanitary.

You expected Johnny to come right back when he was done like he’d promised. Minutes passed, though, and he hadn’t returned. Your heart throbbed, and you sweat from both the heat and the idea that he could pop in at any moment.

You decided to take a breath and recline into the hay, trying to find a spec of comfort in this nightmare. You winced as you sat back on something hard, poking your back. You turned around and brushed some of the hay away.

It wasn’t shocking to you. A skull. This one, though, had a heart punched out of its forehead. It would be cutesy if it wasn’t so horrific. You covered your mouth in shock and kicked it away.

“Found Ben?”

Your head swiveled like an owl. You’d been so caught up in the horror you hadn’t heard Johnny creep back into the barn. The killer was slick and stealthy. He set a bucket of water down next to his feet.

“He’s the last little pet I had. He promised to be good, just like you, but I had ‘im suckin my cock and he was gettin’ a little toothy. So I slit his throat right then. Almost cut my own dick, I cut his jugular so deep, ha! Pulled it out and it was all red, I tell you. Drowned on his own blood and my seed.”

You caught a glimpse of his bulge twitching beneath his jeans as he told the story.

“So, I… you listening, boy? Don’t get distracted. You’ll see that later tonight after dinner, don’t you worry your little head. So, as I was saying, before you took us off track…” He winked down at you, his tongue sliding over the ridge of his teeth. His hand combed his hair back, and a bouncy spike flopped back onto his forehead. “I finished cutting his cute little head off. Drained his blood, kept that for later… then I swallowed his body down first. Gulped the whole thing down t’ mah stomach. Melted that bit up first, shit it out, and let my gut come empty.”

He slapped his flat abs. A chilling reminder of what used to be.

“Then I swallowed his head down. Let it digest just enough for the skin and flesh to melt off, then hacked up that skull. Didn’t wanna have to fish it out’ my ass, ha! But I wanted the souvenir, so I had to play it real clever. Smart’ uh me, wasn’t it?”

You stared blankly in shock and horror.

“WASN’T IT?”

You nodded your head up and down, breaking your frozen state. “Yes. Very smart, sir,” you croaked.

“Sir?” He laughed. “Now that’s real good. I like ‘sir’. Keep callin’ me that. Gonna give it to you real good later for comin’ up with that.”

Johnny cracked his knuckles and looked off back at the house. “Now I gotta help get dinner ready ‘fore the old man chews my ear off. But I’ll be back for you tonight.

He raised the pail of water over the fence and into your sad enclosure. “Drink up. Yer’ not gonna want your throat t’ be dry. Ben’s sure didn’t end up being.”

Johnny didn’t laugh at that last remark. He was dead serious. Then he returned to the house, as promised.

THIS IS JUST SOOOOO GOOD!!

I love the pet-play here omfg🤭 Johnny keeping the reader in one of those cow enclosures and being super rude/dominating>>

I also love the mix between hard and soft vore😩 the way he talked about disfiguring Ben only two swallow his head whole😮‍💨

#male vore #male prey #male pred #v.ore #digestion #vore x reader #johnny slaughter x you #johnny slaughter x reader #johnny tcm #johnny slaughter vore

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