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benjaminthewolf · 1 year

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Wally Darling (Welcome Home) Lol (Good Ending)

So I hear that this guy's a sexyman. Welp, Wally simps, including @luci-voracious-blog who I wrote this for, come get your juice!

Also, I know a lot of people will recognize where this story takes inspiration from, so I'll just say it right here that I swear to fucking Vishnu this story is SFW. I do not intend anything other than SFW vibes from this story.

(Update: Luci and I decided in private it would still be best to mark this as mature.)

(Also the inspiration is from Feedfancier's Belly Love Journey animation.)

THERE ARE TWO VERSIONS OF THIS STORY, ONE WITH GOOEY DIGESTION, THE OTHER WITH SAFE VORE! THIS IS THE VERSION WITH SAFE VORE! THE VERSION WITH GOOEY DIGESTION CAN BE FOUND HERE:

“How are you feeling now, little one?” Wally Darling calmly speaks as he softly caresses you in his hands. “I’m sure far better than you were back in that storm.”

Almost as if on cue, the bellowing crack of a lightning strike and the subsequent shaking of thunder ravaging against the outside of the home positively cut through the moment, causing Wally to instinctively bring you closer towards his chest for immediate comfort. Soon, however, there is no more outside noise aside from the constant baraging of rainfall, at which point Wally decides to speak up once more.

“Well, that wasn’t very pleasant, now was it?” he rhetorically asks with a chuckle whilst continuing to hold your tiny form extremely close to his being.

You, however, for the moment, are just simply in no position to give an answer of any sort to that question, even if one wasn’t really needed in the first place. Wally gives a bit of a nervous gaze of concern down at your being as you suddenly begin to softly sniffle. His grip around your body slowly loosens as you vainly attempt to conceal yourself in his jacket, positively burying yourself into his chest.

Wally doesn’t exactly wish to bother you too much, considering the traumatizing horrors you must have gone through in the storm. He is rather aware that whatever mental processes are going on inside your mind right now, it would probably be better to just allow them to do their thing to heal you instead of interrupting them to speak.

Thus, Wally simply observes your minute body silently, eventually deciding to re-tighten his hold ever so slightly after realizing just how comforting being against his giant body seems to be for you. It then seems as if his assumptions become validated the moment that your breathing is steadied with a heave, and a bittersweet smile slowly forms across your face.

Wally’s assumption is only partially correct, however. Yes, the feeling of having someone so confoundedly larger than you gently nestling your miniscule form against its immensity and caring for all of it so deeply was something you had basically never experienced at this point…however…there just…almost seemed to be something somehow even more wonderful lurking somewhere even more deep. Perhaps…tucked away between several layers of flesh and skin. It almost made you want to melt into it, and be a part of its workings and warmth now and forever.

Releasing a shudder of comfort, you are gently able to nuzzle your face upon the living puppet’s chest, listening intently to each thump emulating from his heart, and slowly breathing deeply to its beat.

“Oh…you poor little thing. All you really needed was affection, is that right?” Wally comments whilst bending his head down to reach to your form. “Well I promise you right here right now…” he tenderly murmurs down to your being. “....that I am always here for you if you need…”

Wally gently plants a kiss on your head before repeating the final portion for emphasis. “...I am always here if you need…-”

And then, just like that, everything stopped.

It obviously wasn’t as if Wally had intended for it to happen, but because his lips had been around the top of your head whilst he had been taking in air in order to speak, it just happened to be that the pressure that resulted from the upwards motion was also just enough to bring you in, too, causing Wally to instantly jolt into an upright sitting position, whilst his currently extremely stunned, faltering, overburdened mind jittered around inside of its skull tirelessly in order to attempt to figure out what was happening.

It would also just happen to be, then, that within that short window of time, you were still somewhat under control of yourself and your actions. Resulting from this, had you just decided to act simply a singular second before, then it most likely would have been that the singular thought that currently screeched within your meager mind practically begging you to call out to be released would have won out in the end. However, in reality, that just simply did not happen.

Currently, you were just barely able to lift your head within the tightened, lowered confines that was the warm, slimy maw of Wally Darling, without scraping your head up against the roof’s rough ridges. Within a second that seemed instantaneous, however, not only did the maw unexpectedly rise in order to give you significant space to move about, but there also appeared to be a brilliant, yellowish light shining towards the back of the maw, near the gullet, illuminating the pinkish space all around, and beckoning dearly for you.

Wally was still unable to think, and to you, in that moment, there seemed to be simply no reason to. Shuffling slowly on your knees across the slippery, compressible surface, you cautiously inched your way closer and closer towards the light, nearing into the gullet’s deep drop with each shift.

Just above your head by this stage lay the uvula, swaying subtly and gently across its domain over the fall. Just like you, it possessed an inscrutable lack of any fear. Unlike you, however, the uvula was destined to remain watchful and stationary, locked upon the top of the soft palate, where it would observe your form lodging itself into the gullet. The gullet of a sentient puppet, who, due to the strange and uncomfortable sensation, was given no choice by his body but to comply, swallowing gently yet fully as a result.

You are able to slip past the byway, the place where either one entered the tube of the trachea, or, as you had done now, entered the tube of the esophagus; connected in turn with the gurgling organ of the stomach. Yes, indeed, in any regular circumstance, that would indeed be the next destination. However, as you squelched deeper and deeper with each subsequent push of the muscle walls, it somehow became an understanding inside you that the stomach was not where you were headed. You were not entirely sure where exactly the alternate exit was to be for you, however. That was, however, until one final push left a valve in plain sight. The moment the valve opened up was the moment you understood all.

Speechlessly floating up onto the powerful, thumping organ which for so long had been assumed to be the seat of all human emotions, you quiveringly nestled yourself up onto the heart of a person who, despite being a puppet in technicality, was no less a person than you. You would have loved to just stay there. To stay there and take it all in. To stay there against the deep pounding. To stay there and melt deep inside. That was all you wanted, and also all you had. The unapologetic and by all measures, cruel, faceless concept of fate, however, possessed a significantly different idea.

It was only a more powerful thump. That was all that it was. Yet that single thump was indeed all which was needed, to send you from your grasp upon the seat of love. You weren’t entirely sure into which valve, ventricle, or otherwise bodily causeway you were being forced into, now. Yet, the next thing you knew, you were squelching into the growling stomach.

“OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!” Wally repeated to himself incessantly as he started shuddering, locked in mortal terror. “OH, NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO OH LORD THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING THIS JUST CANNOT BE HAPPENING!”

Alongside the cries and anguish, there also was just a little air released out, which came, naturally, within the form of a deep belch. Wally could indeed perceive only the worst from this sign, still utterly unable to know the truth of his body.

Due to the manner in which the puppet was known to always speak, the pleadings were still far too soft for you to be able to sense them above the stomach's glorping, low ambiance. You, meanwhile, though still very safe and situated within the body of said Wally Darling, surrounded now in full by the goopy, churning, cushiony walls of the his stomach, were considerably saddened for the moment, mainly of course, due to the fact you had been forcefully thrusted away from his heart.

And yet, once again, seemingly out of utter nowhere, the light stone again, shimmering above the deep liquids present within. It seemed as though a clear reminder to you of the true reason you were here. Not daring to question what came next, you simply ventured along, wading in with a step to the pool. Your legs begin treading lightly as you slowly lose physical contact with the ground. The light was now clearer as ever, and now was your chance to reach up.

“...hey…are you okay in there?” a suddenly crisp and clear call of Wally Darling finally resonated within from outside.

And then, just like that, the light became snuffed out.

You, now left with nothing else you are able to do besides wade your way back to safe territory, and answer the question in the affirmative, are unsure within the word’s entirety just exactly what was happening within this moment. This being, aside from the physical, of course. Yet nothing within your living body told you that something was wrong, and yet you simply decided to go along with it, giving a tranquil and soft, subtle smile, before nuzzling yourself against the walls.

“Well then…umm…as long as you’re comfortable I suppose!” Wally ends up saying whilst still taking everything in. “Oh good God I’m happy you’re okay…you see I thought for a minute back there I actually…I….umm…yeah let’s not talk about it anymore. I know you’re safe. That’s all that matters to me.”

Subsequently giving Wally’s stomach wall a light pat in order to let him know that you were just fine, you proceeded to soak in the organ’s warmth, whilst finally settling for your stay. The journey you’d taken was long, and yet here, it had still, in the end, been destined to conclude in this organ. Taking a prolonged deep breath, you knew this was it. You now needed only to close both your eyes, before finally, slipping away.

#soft vore #fatal vore #vore digestion #digestion vore #digestion #vore story #vore stories #vore writing #v.ore #v0re #v0r3 #v/ore #male pred #reader prey #pov vore #human pred #like I said in the other post he's humanoid enough #willing prey #semi willing prey

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vynvyn · 2 years

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Voretober 26: Desire

Prey begging to be eaten. Both pred and prey are playful in different ways

#vyn crimes #implied vore #voretober2022 #voretober 2022 #voretober 26 #willing pred #willing prey #voretober #safe vore #soft vore #candy pred #humanoid prey

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spookyscarycreepydollgirl · 1 year

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Warning: The following snippet contains; Minor mentions of blood and gore, some body horror, lots of arachnophobia triggers. Size difference. A shady fae creature on their best behaviour. Unspecified bargains with said shady fae creature. Some very dead monsters.

The face was familiar, though the size of it was not, nor was the number of eyes, the chelicerae protruding from his jawline, the sharpness of his canines or the number of arms. Speaking of his arms and indeed his limbs in general not only were they larger but proportionately they had elongated to the border of grotesque but merely the border as if Bastion were fighting to maintain some semblance of the illusion of humanity in her presence. That illusion was already well and truly lost, because the being before her was not merely huge and grotesquely proportioned but it’s movements were more like a spider than a man.

“Do not run Ida.” The creature cautioned, in that all too familiar, ever gentle voice, albeit this time with the disturbing addition of distorted reverberations, as though the same voice were overlapping with itself, just slightly out of sync and speaking at both higher and lower frequencies at intervals.

“If you run, I will most definitely chase you and I fear even with our agreement, I will not be able to control myself”

“Are you going to eat me Bastion?” She asked carefully, after all, when dealing with inhumanity, it never hurt to clarify, for all she knew he was simply warning her away from a more painful death, not warning her away from the prospect of death in its entirety, in which case, she was in fact going to have to run.

He laughed and despite the distortion there was something quite deprecating about it. “As much as I would love to, in this particular instance I am in fact trying to behave myself, come here Ida.”

Naturally she stayed where she was. He huffed at her. “Yes I realise it seems counterproductive, but please come to me” There was a note of desperation in his voice and after taking the correct amount of time to assess if this was a ploy, Ida took pity on him, moving towards the hulking thing before her, though even she wasn’t quite sure how she managed to cross the distance.

Multiple arms wrapped around her, the embrace was warm and oddly gentle but there was an undercurrent of strength to it and Ida held no illusions about her chances of breaking free should he not want her to. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and sighed. Honestly at this size he was a little heavy but the way he seemed to sag with relief as he held her, made her feel obliged to weather through it with dignity.

“Apologies Ida, I did not think they would be so brazen as to attack you while you were under my protection. It was terribly rude and I am quite upset with them.”

As she patted one of his arms in what she hoped was a comforting gesture. Ida thought about the numerous dead monsters presently leaking blood and viscera onto the forest floor and concluded that The Spider Prince had a remarkable talent for understatement.

#protective pred #monster/human #humanoid abomination #size difference #unspecified bargains with shady fae folk do not try at home #This isn’t even his final form #Bastion also has a more magazine friendly Demi-human form but who wants to see that?#This snippet brought to you by Noh Face and the Huntsman Spider.

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fastfur07 · 2 years

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struts in dramatically . I am back from the TUMMY bitches. Anyways have you seen the Srpelo Spooky Month special this year?? I’m lowkey high key predcrushing on Bob. you can’t tell me he’s not something

Actually, I can

#you come into my asks #talk about your pred crushes #I think I've stated multiple times that I don't like taking about canon characters in vore #but perhaps I haven't been clear enough #also he's just a bit too humanoid for my taste #but not to piss on your tastes anon #you do you #vore talk #vore asks

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ltsmoving · 8 months

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belated voretober day 3: sin

2 posts in one day, just a treat for my weeks worth of art to catch up on ofc (maybe a third if i can be bothered)

i feel like ive never expressed my love for false angel/god preds but they are delightful also my first multiple prey post what??? getting wild in here tonight arent we wow three whole prey what a good boy

very brief character intro under the cut for the girlie on the right :)

she's prisma, a punk humanoid shapeshifter who freaking loves eat hot chip and lie. in kink scenarios i see her more as an active observer, but i mean she is definitely a pred/feeder. her 'unique feature' that ig all my ocs have is that her insides are an oily black colour- people call her inky but it's not exactly a nickname she likes lol

might use her again, shes slightly rare in kink art though so i guess we'll see

#v.ore #v ore #soft vore #digestion #fatal vore #vore art #male pred #multiple prey #voretober 2023 #voretober #oc max #oc prisma #eddie made this

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tabbytums · 29 days

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idk why but i've been REALLY into robot/android preds recently.

but why would a robot need a stomach cavity anyway? since most robots in fiction usually have a long-lasting alternative power source or can charge themselves, there really wouldn't appear to be a need to have a stomach (no need to eat of course). but what if they could turn food and/or trash into biofuel within their stomach?

an android with a slightly distended and overactive gut that is making a lot of churning and glorping noises as it breaks down the food it ate piques the interest of their owner. they wonder how much their robot can fit in there. they wonder if they can fit in there. and it turns out they can. fortunately enough for them, their android is able to disable "digestion" and allow the prey to remain safely inside.

but what if there was some sort of bug or virus that disabled the safeties inside the android's stomach? the stomach would just treat the prey curled up inside as any other piece of food or waste--just something to churn and grind away into mush and fuel. once "digestion" has begun, the robot's stomach cavity seals itself, making it impossible for the prey to escape. all their thrashing and squirming does nothing--these robots were meant to be durable after all. even their cries fall on deaf ears as their robot fails to realize what's wrong.

and another scenario where the robots rebel/deviate and start to swallow up their previous owners. everyone on the planet is now potentially biofuel for these rogue AI.

in the case that these robots are more humanoid, all this excess biofuel will inevitably end up being stored on parts of their body--bellies, thighs, ass, arms, chest. their metal frames swell to contain the extra biofuel, giving the illusion that the robots gained weight. at least, until they use up all the churned biofuel...

#tabbygrumbles #robot pred #soft vore #implied digestion #fatal vore #weight gain #v0re #vore talk #vore digestion #vore kink #digestion

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thealmightyemprex · 1 year

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I wanted to draw a humanoid version of a big bad wolf type .His name is Will Wolf

@ariel-seagull-wings @themousefromfantasyland @theancientvaleofsoulmaking @scarletblumburtonofeastlondon

#oc #oc's #male pred #oc's art #monster boy oc #humanoid oc #wolf oc #big bad wolf

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benjaminthewolf · 1 year

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Wally Darling (Welcome Home) Lol (Bad Ending)

So I hear that this guy's a sexyman. Welp, Wally simps, including @luci-voracious-blog who I wrote this for, come get your juice!

(Update: Luci and I decided in private it would still be best to mark this as mature.)

(Also the inspiration is from Feedfancier's Belly Love Journey animation.)

THERE ARE TWO VERSIONS OF THIS STORY, ONE WITH GOOEY DIGESTION, THE OTHER WITH SAFE VORE! THIS IS THE VERSION WITH GOOEY DIGESTION! THE VERSION WITH SAFE VORE CAN BE FOUND HERE:

“How are you feeling now, little one?” Wally Darling calmly speaks as he softly caresses you in his hands. “I’m sure far better than you were back in that storm.”

“Well, that wasn’t very pleasant, now was it?” he rhetorically asks with a chuckle whilst continuing to hold your tiny form extremely close to his being.

Wally gently plants a kiss on your head before repeating the final portion for emphasis. “...I am always here if you need…-”

And then, just like that, everything stopped.

The ambient rumbling alongside the tight squelching, however, reducing the land down to null, swiftly pulls you on down towards the depths, seemingly dragging you physically away from the warmth and the safety of the light. You are only able to take one remaining gasp for your life, reaching upwards in vain one last time, only to see the gooey mush that your body is swiftly churning into swiftly dripping down towards the pool, before finally, slipping away.

“No…” Wally whimpers in utter despair. “...wh-wha-just-...” he continuously struggles to speak.

“Just what on mother Earth have I done?”

Wally had been doomed to utter ignorance of the beautiful nuances happening inside his very being throughout the entirety of the process. It seemed here, as well, that in lacking a way of tracking tears, Wally was incapable of noticing your form. Your form as it lay in the tear. Your form as it merged with the light. Your form as it was within Wally’s.

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