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justanothervoreblog · 3 months

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A Date for Valentine's

You would always tell yourself that Valentine's Day was for suckers. People who needed a single day to celebrate love. As if saying that made the day any less lonelier. This year, you decided to get with the holiday and put yourself out there. Luckily you managed to find someone who feels exactly the same way that you did.

You meet up with him and things are going great. If you had ever believed in the power of Cupid’s arrow, it was now. He was funny and relatable, and he knew all of your favorite bands and video games. Not to mention he wasn't that bad to look at either! Things were going so well that you decided to say yes when he invited you over. After all, your Valentine's Day was going well, so why end it now?

The good vibes continue all the way to his apartment. Although you do notice that he's unusually hungry. Odd considering you watched him swallow down three pizzas, but people were quirky like that. Besides, you are far too focused on the dirty talk that he was doing. Saying things like “I can't wait to eat you up” or “You look delicious”. One that particularly got you was stripping you down and licking every inch of your body. That one had your skin tingling!

Once you stepped out of the car, it was a blur. You don't know how two people could walk and make out at the same time but you made it work. Up three flights of stairs, pushing each other against the walls, tearing each other's clothes off, the works. Your hair was ragged by the time you had reached his door. Hot and bothered couldn't nearly describe how you felt.

Inside the door, the two of you traded kisses and hickeys to the couch. After some playful wrestling, he ends up on top of you. You are expecting more to come, but what comes next is not in your horoscope. He makes some comments about how delicious you look and how he can't wait to get you inside. You have no idea what he's talking about, frankly because you thought you would be bottoming. However, when his mouth opens wider than it should, saliva dripping down from his teeth, you realize that this wasn't just kinky talk.

What comes next is a smelly mouth and an invasive tongue. It looks over everything. Your face, your ears, the back of your neck. You pass into a tight pink tunnel, warmed by the air coming from below. The only thing you can hear is the steady gulping from your would-be date and now-turned predator. He didn't have any issue with turning you into a Valentine's Day meal. And with every gulp, that becomes more of your reality.

You don't know how long you spend in the tunnel. You pass by a very loud heartbeat as it slams in your ear. Eventually, you push past a tight ring of muscle into what had to be the smelliest place on earth. His stomach reeks of the pizza he had devoured. And soon it would reek of you. Your head, shoulders, and your upper body all slide in quickly. Your legs kick weakly on the outside and steadily more and more of your body is becoming wet and slimy.

Eventually, your shoes are taken off, that tongue wraps around your wet socks, and what's left of you in the world is gone. You feel your legs travel down his throat as you curl into a ball. With a steady thump, the date is over and the final course, you, was served. On the outside, your date rubs over his belly content with yet another helpless romantic lured in on Valentine's Day. He taught you about how love hurts and that this way you two will be together forever. Or something like that, it's muffled through the churning of the stomach walls as well as the gurgling.

As you settle into your temporary home, a bittersweet thought comes into your mind. You still weren't spending Valentine's alone. You would be with your pred, for as long as it takes for him to digest you. As the stomach walls squeeze around you and press all of the air out of the chamber, a soft smile plays on your lips. You gently pass out as that huge burp vibrates the apartment.

There were worse ways to spend Valentine’s Day.

Happy Voretine's Day ❤️❤️❤️

#male prey #male pred #male vore #prey pov #vore story #m/m vore #ambiguous vore

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lesbianoms · 5 months

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I want to give a girl a bellyache.

I want to be hungrily devoured along with some beer or other fizzy drinks, some of the greasiest foods known to man, and a whole bunch of candy that’ll definitely make her insides bubble like firecrackers.

I want her tummy to be firm and bloated beyond belief as she sits back and rubs over it, hoping she can get things in her system moving. That fat, rumbling tum demands attention. And because of me, it’s incredibly tight and rock hard… <3

I want those heavenly, sultry gurgles and burbling gasses from within her belly to be mixed with my muffled whimpers as I try so desperately to find wiggle room in that slimy sac full of half-digested food and warm, warm acids…

Eventually I'd probably get comfortable enough to sit still and digest, but it would definitely take awhile. My struggles from inside would be like sharp pangs of overindulgence to her, and I'd hear her cute little moans and groans echo all around me...

As I’d curl up in her belly, my goal would be to try and get her to burp ❤️ she’s already squeaking out some soft, muffled *urraps* because of all the sloshy foam and trapped gas that’s in there with me… but I wanna hear her belch 🫧🫧

Squirming desperately inside a woman’s painfully tight tum and eventually stewing away sounds like a dream right now… I love being feisty prey sometimes

And besides, when I do eventually churn into soft sludge… I can only imagine how euphoric it must feel for my pred, as she feels the pressure loosen inside her. Now her powerful gut can finally get to work digesting everything else…

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safeheaven4me · 2 months

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#beer gut #big bear #vore story #bear daddy #fat belly #snacktime

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izznts · 3 months

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Commission art from Toulensister on FA.

Had to share my fine man, Sol Armani with his belly. One things for sure, he's always coming home with a round beach-ball gut just to be played with.

Mini-Story

Sol waddled into the apartment, his distended belly bounced, leading the way.

BWWURRRRRRRP

"Shit, you guys sure were heavy." He commented, smacking his belly proudly. Closing the door behind him, he walked to the living room, bumping into Izzy (more-so his gut bumping into him), making the slender figure take a step back to keep balance.

"Jeez baby, you gotta watch where you're going.~" Sol teased, lightly belly bumping Izzy playfully.

"Very funny, I'm totally laughing." Izzy says sarcastically, raising an eyebrow. The hunk shrugged, idly rubbing his belly.

"Seems like you had a big catch or 2." Izzy says, placing his slender hand on top of the enlarged stomach. Sol putting up 3 fingers, indicating the amount he caught.

"What can I say? I like looking at a huge gut that bounces on my sexy body. Just like you love getting your hands on said sexy body, belly specifically." He cooed, wiggling his eyebrows. The petite man chuckling softly, patting the round mass.

"Want to watch a movie? I'm just trying to relax." Izzy suggested, Sol grinning as he swiftly picked him up and led him to the couch. Both men relaxing for the day as they picked films. Sol erupted with numerous belches throughout the day.

#gay vore #male pred #male vore #m/m vore #gay pred #vore story #implied digestion #my ocs #oc

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coldtwaer · 4 months

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AITA for keeping my girlfriend inside my stomach as punishment

r/SafeNoms (fake reddit post)

AITA for keeping my girlfriend inside my stomach as punishment

For context, I (25 m) am a pred who lives with my prey girlfriend (24 f). We’ve been together since high school. I would say we have a pretty solid relationship and I couldn’t be happier. However, there is just one thing that she does that annoys me. Sometimes, without warning, she will make her way into my mouth, down my throat, and hang out in my stomach. Now I don’t exactly have a problem with her being in there but I don’t like that she doesn’t let me know so that I can neutralize my acids. Now I would never hurt her intentionally but it’s always better to be safe than sorry.

So on to the incident that led me to make this post, it’s the weekend and since it’s pouring rain my girlfriend and I stay inside. Things are going great, we are just chilling on the couch watching TV all cuddled up and stuff. I was sort of half asleep, so I would yawn every so often. So during one of those yawns, she suddenly shoots up and makes her way into my mouth. Being caught off guard, my instincts took over and I started swallowing to try and get her down quickly so that I wouldn’t choke. After about a minute, she’s made her way down my esophagus and into my stomach.

I can’t really hear her well when she is inside there but I can very much feel her actions. From the weird vibrations I felt, I could tell she was laughing. There wasn’t much time to really think about why she found this so funny because I had to go take some acid neutralizing gummies (I can neutralize it myself but the gummies just make the process faster) to make sure she was going to be okay. It was when I was taking them that I came up with an idea to get back at my girlfriend.

Usually she hangs around in my stomach for about an hour before she gets tired of it and so she starts squirming as a sign for me to let her out. I’m not (well, wasn’t) a fan of the sensation so I always did. But, I decided that this time I wasn’t going to. I would just ignore her movements as if she were any other prey (which, to be honest, I don’t really consume prey). Even as I was planning it, I had full intentions on letting her out eventually.

An hour passes by and I’m comfortably relaxing on the couch when I feel the familiar squirming from my girlfriend. So, I ignore it. This goes on for about ten minutes before she stops (most likely it had tired her). I realize that the initial discomfort the squirming had caused actually didn’t feel so bad once I got used to it. It actually kind of felt comforting in a way. But then I feel her do something that I had never felt before. She starts kicking. That did hurt. I tried rubbing my stomach to calm her down and let her know she is alright but I think she was just in pure panic mode at the time and I was starting to feel bad for doing this to her but I did feel like I needed to teach her a lesson.

Right now it’s been about 22 hours since the initial incident. I still have her in me but she’s perfectly fine. She’s calmed down now that I think she realizes that she isn’t in any danger. I’ll let her out soon, and I don’t know what I’m going to do moving forward. I kinda feel like a POS, but what do you guys think?

#v.ore #v0re #vore blog #vore writing #vore story #sfw vore #safe vore #soft vore #non fatal vore #same size vore #half size vore #v0re blog #willing prey #unwilling pred #to willing pred #unwilling prey?#It's a reddit parody #It would be so much better if you guys responded like this was a real reddit post

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philicheesecake · 3 months

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luckyshotwrites · 1 month

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Small Comic Portion of Chapter 99: Lynette?

A little snippet from the chapter.

AS WELL AS How Lynette was looking when Alexander found her.

AND HOPE YOU ENJOY LOOKING AND HAVE A WONDERFUL REST OF YOUR DAY, YA'LL! NONNEGOTIABLE.

#widfali #widfali art #vore writing #vore story #v.ore #v.0re #v/ore #nonsexual vore #nonsexual vore story

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lesbianoms · 5 months

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Fantasizing about going out on a date with an older woman who seems pure and vanilla on the surface. We end up talking about personal stuff and somehow end up on the subject of kinks.

After a while I reluctantly reveal to her that I’m into vore, and after telling her what it is her eyes widen in surprise and she just says, “oh.”

We say goodbye to each other and I go home, agonizing over the date and her mannerisms and overthinking literally everything like the gay little disaster I am.

And then I get a text. From her. And it’s a video.

I open it up and she’s standing in her bedroom, grinning warmly. She explains, “I thought about what you told me, and I wanted to do something special for you.”

She picks up a container and there’s a tiny inside, a man, who looks 0% frightened and 110% pissed off. My jaw probably drops at this point.

“Don’t ask how, but I managed to get my ex-husband shrunk down to a more… bite-sized helping.”

He looks about 4-6 inches tall, like he fits perfectly on her palm. She picks him up by the collar of his shirt, licking her lips. Her ex starts thrashing and shouting at her to let him go, put him down, how she’s a psycho and he’s glad he divorced her, etc.

She completely ignores his protests and his shouts of anger and just smiles into the camera.

“This one’s for you, sweetie~”

She lowers him towards her mouth.

“You crazy bitch! Let me go! I swear to God I’ll-”

Slurp. Her lips close around him before he can finish. I hear a loud gulp on camera and she tilts her head up as she slowly, seductively traces his shape down her throat.

Then she lifts up her shirt revealing her bare tummy. She hums softly, posing with her arms above her head, and the video is in such high quality that I’m able to see the exact moment he lands in her stomach.

She lets out a small burp, chuckling as she pats her belly. Pulling the camera close, she says in a milky purr, “Wanna listen?”

Immediately she presses her phone up to the center of her belly, and I hear the loud roar of her stomach fill my headphones. Between all the glorps and gurgles of her sexy stomach, I can hear the muffled sounds of her ex-husband’s voice. He’s cursing her, screaming at her and demanding to be let out.

“Bet you wish that was you, huh?” she asks. Her mature voice goes even lower as she teases me.

The video focuses on the close-up of her belly for a few minutes. She’s moving it every now and then so that it slowly sloshes up and down, like a belly dancer. I can hear the digestive groans of her ex inside, being felt up and squeezed by her walls. The sounds both relax me and turn me on, and being able to watch him squirm inside of her is really something else ❤️

“Come with me.”

She takes the camera with her as she walks down to the kitchen, where she opens up the fridge and takes out a bottle of wine. She places the camera on the kitchen counter, angling it so that the view is just under her belly.

I can see the writhing form of her prey as he gets churned around by her stomach walls. She uncorks the wine, pours herself a glass, lifts it up towards the camera in a toast.

“Cheers,” she says slyly, and she begins downing the glass.

I can hear the wine filling her up and entering her tummy, sloshing around inside as the wiggling lump of her ex-husband cries out. He disappears from view for a second until she pushes out her stomach, and I hear the bubbling of brewing wine mixed with the occasional groans of a liquid-filled gut. I can only imagine him sloshing around in there with the wine…

“Oh, I’m gonna feel that in the morning-”*uurrp!!*

She walks back to the bedroom, pressing the phone to her belly so that I can hear each slosh of its contents as she ascends the staircase.

“You know, I can feel that bastard struggling in there... I think he's trying to give me indigestion. Like he hasn’t already given me enough bellyaching when we were married! ... I'm sure you'd be much better behaved~"

Hearing back into the bedroom, she lays on the bed. She points the phone down at her tummy and pats it. The noises from inside are clear as day on the video.

About a minute or so of rubbing her active belly, she pulls down her jeans and tugs on the band of her underwear so that more of her lower belly is visible.

“Wanna see something cool?” she asks.

She puts the camera down with her other hand and feels around for her ex-husband, pressing down on a slightly bulging spot on her tummy.

“There he is,” she mumbles.

Then, she takes the front of her fingers and massages deep into her belly, kneading, pressing into her gut with an audible glorp.

I watch as she pushes the shape along her skin, towards her pelvis, and with a rush I realize what she’s doing. A particularly loud gurgle sounds out from her middle as she guides him down into her lower belly. I hear his muffled moaning as he shifts through her.

“Oohhh, I think he’s in my intestines now~” she says seductively.

I can see the wiggling form below her belly button, and I imagine what it must be like for him in there. So tight, and hot, and wet, and slippery… I wonder how much he’s filling out her bowels as he moves around inside…

She hums in delight and traces circles around him. His struggles pick up the pace as he seemingly tries to fight his way out of his ex-wife’s body. She squirms in pleasure, twirling the elastic band of her underwear and rubbing her lower belly with her other.

Eventually her body tires him out, and when his movements begin to slow, she pulls the elastic out and snaps it back so that it covers the bulge he makes completely. Covered by both flesh and cloth now, her belly bulge of an ex-husband whimpers faintly. His fate is sealed; her stomach gives a satisfied grumble.

Lifting the camera, she says, “Did you enjoy your surprise, honey? Ah, I hope you did. I can’t wait to see you again… and I’d love to feel you inside me. I’m still new to this whole thing, maybe you could give me some pointers. And I’m sure your cute little body would fill me riiight up~”

She looks down at her abdomen and frowns, huffs out a sigh, and finishes with, “Gotta go now, my hubby isn’t- *hic* quite agreeing with me…”

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izznts · 3 months

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Ooh Kyle sounds like my kind of pred. Can i request a mini story of him drunkenly showing off his pred gut and muscles at a party? Possibly to a flustered Izzy?

Got me kicking my feet over here, Kyle is so underrated, love that you like him!

Drunk in Hunk

Kyle slowly waddled to a nearby couch, plopping down as his distended belly squirmed in front of him. Rubbing both his hands on the giant mass, he silently whispered sweet and teasing nothings to his belly.

"Shh, you'll be alright, just let me finish you off~" He cooed, lifting his belly up to give it a soft and teasing kiss. Letting go, it instantly hit his muscular thighs as it slightly bounced, making him erupt a satisfied belch.

BURRRRRRRRRRRRRP

Chuckling to himself, he attempted to get up from the couch but him being drunk and carrying a bulbous gut was not a good combination. Sighing to himself, he leaned back on the couch and let his belly squirm slightly in front of him.

"Kyle?" A familiar voice calls, Kyle looking at the direction of the voice calling out for him, seeing a slender and short guy, wearing a velvet turtleneck with a matching pant and tennis shoes.

"Hey Izzy, glad you could make it to the party." Kyle joyfully stated, some slight slurring in his words coming out.

"Seriously, you got drunk before I even show up?" Izzy asked confusingly, sitting next to the drunk hunk. Kyle looked around trying to signal zero clue of what he's talking about, cracking a drunk grin, he leaned and whispered in the slender figures ear.

"Why don't you give me a helping hand, please?" Kyle asked with a slight plea smacking his belly proudly for him. Giving Izzy the best (but yet drunk) puppy dog eyes he could.

A blush forms on Izzy's face, looking at the round mass and tenderly placing his slender fingers on the sides of the dome; rubbing circular motions.

Kyle leaned back sighing content from the treatment Izzy was giving. Wrapping his muscular arm around him, bringing him closer.

After a few long minutes, Kyle passed out, sleeping, not letting the slender man go. Izzy groaning as he tried (but not hard) smacking the belly in front to wake him up. Kyle barely budging as he snored.

"Great... looks like I'm stuck being the drunks teddy bear until he wakes up." Izzy mumbled to himself, resting his head on top of the enlarged stomach, sleeping with the drunk until morning.

"Heh... Izzy is amazing..." Is all Kyle drunkenly said in his sleep, as he hiccuped and belched softly throughout the night.

#gay vore #male pred #male vore #m/m vore #gay pred #vore story #ask #oc #my ocs #bellykink #belly kink #implied digestion

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squirmifyoulike · 2 months

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A Permanent Hell

Bakula enjoys himself when he gets home from work.

Content warnings: Unwilling prey, entrapment, non-con vore, themes of humiliation, m/m vore

*Characters owned by @mmmleckerlecker!

As Simeon Bakula pulls into his driveway, he can’t keep a smug smirk off of his face. He parks, and then, opens his glove box, pulling out a small bottle of pills, and quickly swallows them down. After just a few seconds, that familiar sensation spreads across his stomach - the deadening sensation of neutralizers doing their job.

Once that’s done, he gets out of his car and walks up the steps of his house, unlocking the door, and then enters, shutting the door behind him. To most onlookers, Bakula seems like your average honest, hard-working man who’s just gotten home from a long shift. But Bakula knows the truth… And so does his toy.

He doesn’t hesitate to venture into the kitchen. Normally, once he gets home, there’s a prey sitting on his couch, waiting. But currently, there are… Different circumstances… And thus, Bakula puts effort into cooking a delicious meal. He can’t have his favorite toy starving… And recently, Bakula has discovered that the diet of a prey alters their flavor, so really, this is more for himself rather than his toy.

Once finished, Bakula plates everything up, and then, he heads downstairs. Most visitors here don’t realize it… But Bakula has a basement.

Carefully, he descends the steps, and he opens the doorway, revealing a fully-furnished basement. He makes sure to close and lock the door behind him. His basement is rather lavish in decor, with soft beige carpet, a white bed in the corner, a gray chair, sofa, and even an antique vanity desk opposite from the bed. It just looks like a normal bedroom… With the exception of the very obvious chains and shackles, anchored to the wall just above the bed.

And then, the bed shifts, and someone sits up. His arms are shackled, preventing him from escaping. As soon as the person spots Bakula, his face loses all color, and his eyes go wide.

“Evening.” Bakula says curtly. Then, he sets the plate of food down. “Dinner.”

“I’m not eating that. Go fuck yourself!”

Bakula only smiles at the petulant outburst.

“Now, now, Arthur. Don’t you remember what happened last time you refused your dinner?”

Arthur McMullen stares at Bakula for a few seconds, eyes shining, before he reaches a shaky hand to the plate. He picks up his fork, and, ever so slowly, starts to dig in. The act makes Bakula smile, seeing how scared McMullen is. Last time he refused his dinner. Bakula force-fed it to him, and he’s not above doing that again - especially if it humiliates McMullen that much more.

Each bite that McMullen takes is purposely slow. He’s trying to delay the inevitable. Of course, that has never worked for him before; Bakula is a patient man, and he has no qualms sitting and waiting. Frankly, just watching his toy tremble and get himself worked up is gratifying, in a way.

Eventually, he’s done. He can’t put it off any longer. McMullen pointedly keeps his gaze fixed on the bed as Bakula moves the plate out of the way. Then, he brandishes the keys to McMullen’s shackles. As he reaches forward, McMullen flinches away from his touch.

“You know, your pouting is only amusing,” Bakula says. Then, abruptly, he grabs one of the chains and jerks McMullen closer. The man lets out a shocked grunt as his wrist is forcefully dragged forward, and then, quickly, Bakula is unlocking the shackles, letting McMullen free. Of course, this freedom will only last a few seconds… And McMullen realizes this, as he stares at Bakula in Terror and tries to shift away.

“Wait- wait- please- not again-”

Bakula lunges forward, and, like a snake catching its prey, his hands clamp down firmly on McMullen’s wrists. The man lets out a rather girlish shriek of fear as Bakula hoists him up, shoving his hands into his mouth… And then, starts to swallow.

For all of McMullen’s words about ‘escaping’ preds, he sure is a weak, pathetic little man, Bakula thinks, as he easily gives another deep swallow, dragging him in further. His muffled protests and shouts soon grow muffled as Bakula slowly eases McMullen deeper and deeper into himself. Admittedly, he’d had prey that tasted much better than this… But of course, this isn’t about flavor. No… It’s about humiliating McMullen as much as humanly possible.

Which makes the last swallow the most rewarding one by far.

McMullen’s muffled shouts can still be somewhat heard, and, almost immediately, he starts putting up a fight, giving weak punches and kicks. Of course, With the amount of prey that’s disappeared to Bakula’s waistline, he has absolutely no trouble with McMullen. No… If anything, this just makes it more enjoyable for him.

“Come, now, Arthur, this isn’t that bad.” McMullen says placidly. Of course, his words are met with even more anger and powerful squirming. A particularly sensitive spot being hit pulls a soft moan of pleasure from Bakula.

“Just like that, Arthur.” He continues mockingly, running a hand over his stomach, and then pushing his fingers in to feel the prey within. This is too much fun - Bakula won’t want to stop this anytime soon.

Of course, there will be a day when Bakula decides he’s done, and doesn’t take neutralizers… But that day is far off, and McMullen living in fear, never knowing which day will be his last, just satisfies Bakula further. For now, though, just the act of sitting in Bakula's core is a humiliating act itself; he'll have to endure constant squeezing and churning of Bakula's stomach walls for hours on end... And Bakula knows very well that, to McMullen, this is an act of torture... So Bakula sits back and sighs, rubbing his writhing belly in satisfaction.

#tw vore #v.ore #unwilling prey #entrapment vore #soft vore #vore fanfic #technically safe #for now.#vore story #m/m vore #male pred #male prey #half-size vore

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coldtwaer · 4 months

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Generic villian vore story but with comfort

(Had no idea on a title)

Professor VeryEvil broke into Ms. Damsel in Distress’ trailer to kidnap her before her big show. “Muhaha it is I Professor VeryEvil here to-“

“Oh hey, kidnapping time? I figured you would come..honestly I’m sort of glad” Ms. Damsel said with a sigh. She looked tired and as if she had been crying recently. Still, she somehow managed to look stunning in her green dress that complimented her plump figure.

“Oh..uh..(this is awkward)….so do you mind if I ask why?” Even though the professor was on a schedule, they couldn’t help but feel bad for the sad-looking woman. Also, why the heck would anyone be eager to be kidnapped? Especially when the place they were held captive was no other than VeryEvil’s stomach.

“I’ve just had a terrible week. My boyfriend dumped me, I found out the record company I sing for is corrupt, and I have been overworking myself to try and meet deadlines. Like, well, today. But it’s okay now! Because you’re here to kidnap me”

The professor opted for sitting on a table as they listened to the pretty woman speak. Once she had finished they kind of started to understand a bit.

“Well, I guess since you’ve had a bad week we can skip the you being in my stomach part. I have very nice cages instead” They gave a toothy grin.

“No no, you don’t understand. I enjoy being in your stomach, It’s the best part. It’s so safe and warm and I know you aren’t going to hurt me since I’m just a ploy in order to lure Captain Heroguy” Ms. Damsel explained.

“Oh,” VeryEvil thought momentarily before deciding what to do.

“Very well, we will continue the kidnapping as usual. Could you at least pretend to be scared a little? Pretty please.” The professor was given a glare so they quickly amended “No? Okay okay, that’s fine!”

Professor VeryEvil hopped off the table and made their way over to Ms. Damsel. Usually, they would just hoist her up and shove her into their mouth but today they decided to be a bit..nicer. May the overseers of evil forgive them.

Ms. Damsel was over a foot shorter than the professor was. “May I lift you dear?” The professor asked.

“Only if you’ll dance with me first” Ms. Damsel gave a small smile.

“Wait so you won’t cower in fear for me and you expect me to- uh uh yes mam” Geez, when did this woman learn how to give such intimidating looks?

So, rather reluctantly, Professor VeryEvil took Ms. Damsel’s hands and the two danced to the music playing on the radio. It wasn’t like they were strangers. Sometimes they would talk about things while they waited for Captain Heroguy to arrive. They knew that her favorite genre of music was jazz. She knew their favorite was classical.

During the final twirl, VeryEvil lifted Ms. Damsel into the air. “I’m afraid we’ll have to end it here” They licked their lips as their stomach growled knowing what was to come.

“I figured” Ms. Damsel sighed “I’m ready”

With that grant of permission, Professor VeryEvil opened their mouth wide and carefully brought the woman’s head inside. They then proceeded to gently push her further in as they began to swallow. This was their favorite part. The throat muscles contracted around Ms. Damsel’s form. It did feel weird to have her not be struggling though.

After a (more than) few heavy swallows, she was now safely tucked away in their stomach. Their stomach gave a gurgle but those acids inside would not be harming the lady. VeryEvil gave a small burp in content before resting a hand on their stomach.

“How are you?” They found themselves asking her

“Comfortable…surprisingly” a muffled voice responded to them. She was okay.

“I’m going to head back to my house, I’ll go to my evil lair to confront Captain Heroguy later.” They stretched before making their way back to their vehicle. Luckily they were used to the shift in weight that came with having Ms. Damsel inside of them.

Once they arrived home the professor made their way to their pillow-infested couch and laid down. They could feel Ms. Damsel shifting around inside but it felt nice so there were no complaints. They yawned as they started to absentmindedly rub their stomach.

“I’ll just close my eyes for a bit…I’m still very much an evil villain…this is just..a small break”

They then fell asleep with their hand on their stomach.

#sfw vore #v.ore #vore blog #vore writing #safe vore #soft vore #non fatal vore #vore story #v0re #v0re writing #comfort vore #vore comfort #villian vore #willing prey #willing pred #same size vore

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Giganterra (Chapter 10)

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Content Warning: NSFW/ 18+!! Nonconsensual sex and vore (soft and safe)

Word Count: 3.5k

------ Chapter 10: A Full Belly ------

King Richard Hardon casually sauntered off to his private quarters, accompanied by his shadow, Ajax. The four women remaining in the cage—Candy, Jackie, Eren, and Addison—trembled as his giant form loomed over them. He didn’t break his gaze as he burned with hunger and lust. In particular, he kept returning to Candy. Eren was pretty enough, Jackie was plain, and Addison was too twiggy for his preferences, but Candy was perfect. He drank in the delicious sight of her big boobs, shapely body, and dainty features. He couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into her and taste her.

He climbed the stairs to his personal wing of the castle. Ajax stood guard at the door while the king entered his chambers. The room was dominated by a huge and luxurious bed with a sturdy wooden canopy frame that stretched from floor to ceiling. The bed was furnished with curtains of rich purple silk that matched the sheets. King Richard set the cage on his bed and sat down alongside it while his personal servant undressed him. Once his cumbersome outer layers of formal clothes were removed, leaving him in a soft linen undershirt and braies, he dismissed his servant so he was alone with his human prey.

The humans quivered with fear as their little confined lifeboat wallowed in a sea of purple silk. Every time the giant shifted on the mattress, they could feel the influence of his immense mass bobbing their iron boat on the silky sea, the springs of the mattress creaking and popping under his weight. He sighed with contentment, as deep as a gale of wind in a storm, as he propped up his back on a plush mountain of pillows and stretched his enormous legs out like mountain ranges of hairy living flesh. The women shirked back at the sight, submerged in raw terror. Would this be their grave as the giant slaughtered them one by one, sinking them into the crushing darkness of his throat and drowning them in his stomach? He placed the cage in between his outstretched legs, right up to his crotch, with a smirk.

“Miiiiilllliiieeee, darling! I’m back!” the king sang. He pulled aside one of the curtains to access the adjacent nightstand, which had a small glass enclosure on top. There was a human-sized bed, couch, and dresser inside, but compared to the giant room the furnishings looked like they were made for a doll. The tiny woman inside presented like a doll as well, with striking blue eyes reminiscent of marbles, fine blonde hair, and a slim, modest figure in a light dress. She had noticeable bags under her eyes, bruised with fatigue. The giant reached into her terrarium and scooped the woman out with his hand.

“Oh, so lovely to see you, Your Majesty!” Millie responded. Although she injected a positive inflection into her voice, there was a distinct note of pure despair that bled through. She was not happy to see him, not at all. She relished the few moments she had alone, when she wasn’t forced to be anywhere near the giant king, whether she was riding in his pocket or his belly, and she resented the interruption.

King Richard didn’t seem to notice her sorrow or care, however. He brought her up to his lips and gave her a sensual kiss that included rubbing his tongue over her exposed skin and even gently nibbling her with his teeth. She cringed, especially when his teeth gnawed on her breasts, but didn’t verbally protest. Her eyes watered with tears.

“Aren’t you going to kiss me back, sweetie?” Hardon questioned. His words were saccharine, but laced with the undercurrent of a threat. Millie whimpered softly before reciprocating with a small peck on his lower lip. His lips peeled back into a smug smile that turned her stomach.

“Oh, Millie, darling! How I adore thee!” the giant cooed, nuzzling her limp body with his nose. “Look, I brought you some new friends!” Millie’s frown deepened as the giant held her towards the cage so she could see the others. Jackie’s heart broke as she saw the poignant sadness etched into her expression. Millie gave them all a look of pained sympathy, cursed with the knowledge of what was to come.

King Richard hummed happily as he dropped Millie onto the wide expanse of his belly. She didn’t try to run: She knew there was no point, and she’d never escape him. He gripped the cage in his fingers, opened the door, and wormed his giant hand inside. The women shrieked and clambered to avoid him as their world rapidly morphed into a living nightmare, but he easily pinched Jackie between his fingers and tugged her out.

“No!” she cried. “Please don’t eat me!” The king sneered at her pleas. He obtained a vial of glowing blue fluid and dripped a single drop on her head. She shivered as the mysterious liquid was absorbed into her body. “W-what was that?” she stuttered.

Hardon didn’t bother to explain. He loved it when his prey was frightened and thrashed in his gut, unaware of the effects of the magical potion that prevented digestion. “Hm. Your looks leave something to be desired,” he remarked, squishing her face between his index finger and thumb. Despite the situation, Jackie deflated a bit with his insult. The king played with her in his hand, feeling up her body as she squirmed, and cocked an eyebrow. “Let’s see how you look without that dress.”

“What? No!” Hardon plucked at her fine dress and tore it off with ease. Jackie gasped, reflexively trying to cover up her nudity. The king grinned, stroking her up and down with his finger. She turned a ghastly pale shade as he raised the small naked woman up to his lips. “Stop!”

She tried to kick him, but instead the giant caught her legs in his mouth and slurped half her body inside. She shrieked with terror. His lips curved into a leer as he sampled her exquisite flavor, clearly enjoying himself. Jackie clawed at his face as she was slowly sucked further and further inside, up to her belly, then her chest, then her neck, so only her head was poking out. She felt his enormous tongue wrapping around her body, sliding all over her skin as she was enveloped in heat and wetness. His teeth teased her, kneading her back and chest with the alarming reminder that he could bite down at any time and end her life.

Jackie screamed, but she was cut off as her head was lapped into his mouth with the rest of her. The remaining group watched with terror as the giant’s lips and cheeks smacked and pulsed with movement, as he shuffled her around in his mouth. He paused and gave a full swallow, sighing with pleasure as her body slid down his throat. His neck throbbed as her small body passed through, to the horror of the other humans. Millie shuddered as his belly gurgled and filled out slightly underneath her. His crotch, too, bulged with arousal.

“Mmmmm, what a treat,” Hardon praised, licking his lips. His gaze settled on the cage, his pale eyes flashing with ravenous energy. “Who’s next?” He reached his hand out again, sending his victims into pandemonium as they bounced off each other like ping pong balls. He snagged Eren and dragged her out by her leg, kicking and screaming as she swung upside-down in his grasp.

“You repulsive ogre! Let go of me!” she shouted, brandishing her fist.

The giant king chuckled. “Mouthy, aren’t you? Perfect. I like my girls with some spunk.” He flipped her around and slapped her into his palm as she swore at him with venom. A drop of liquid fell on her head and absorbed into her body like a sponge, making her tingle with an odd cooling effect. Another drop splashed on her neck, but this one was an entirely different substance, warm and wet and smelly, and Eren realized with disgust that it was saliva dripping from the giant’s greedy maw.

Eren was filled with a white-hot rage as he began to tear at the stitching on the back of her dress with his fingertips. She felt helpless as she pushed against the folds of his palm with her hands, with no result. Her dress ripped at the seams and she felt his hot breath on her bare back as his face hovered over her. He ogled her figure with pleasure and gently ran the thick tip of his finger over her exposed shoulder blades and down her spine. Eren wanted to scream.

With no other option available, Eren did the only thing she could think to do and bit the crease of his hand as hard as she could. The king let out a gasp of surprise as her teeth sank into his skin; his hold on her loosened enough for her to wriggle out of his grip. She took a wild leap of faith and jumped out of his hand, falling until she landed on his broad chest and tumbled down to his belly. Despite her disorientation, she scrambled to regain her footing on the squishy surface and sprinted away blindly as fast as possible, shoving Millie out of the way in the process. Her tattered dress was disintegrating, leaving her torso fully exposed as the ripped top dropped around her waist. She tripped over the bottom half of the cumbersome garment and ended up with her face buried in fabric. Before she could get up, she felt pressure from the pads of two gigantic fingers cinch her hips and she was thrust into the air swiftly enough to make her nauseous.

“Nice try,” the king taunted, “but there’s no escaping me, you naughty little vixen.” He grasped the lacy hem of her dress and ripped the whole thing off with a flick of his wrist. His lustful eyes raked her naked form up and down as she persisted in fruitless struggle. His stomach growled and he raised her up to the wide expanse of his lips. Eren shuddered as the giant pair of pink lips parted like the curtains on a stage, revealing teeth draped in strands of saliva and moist darkness beyond. Eren cried out as the fingers forced her inside and the jaws closed around her, extinguishing the light.

Just like with Jackie, the humans could do nothing but observe helplessly as the wriggling lump that was once recognizable as a person shifted from cheek to cheek. Candy fancied, at one point, she could even see the outline of a tiny hand pressing out against the skin, desperate for an escape. The king tilted his head back, allowing the tasty woman to slide into his gullet, before contracting his throat muscles in a mighty gulp. He traced Eren’s path through his esophagus with his finger, letting out a soft moan of pleasure as she passed into his stomach. Millie cringed as his belly expanded and twitched beneath her with a raucous grumble.

“Ahhhhh...” the giant sighed, rubbing his belly with his hand. “I can feel them squirming inside, can’t you Millie?” He grinned at her expectantly, and she gave a small nod, her eyes swimming with tears. Without any more preamble, he reached into the cage and snatched up his next living snack, Addison. She didn’t make a sound, only flailing weakly in his fingers, as if too frail to properly resist. The king frowned with mild dissatisfaction as he examined her, picking at her feeble, matchstick limbs and rotating her in his hand.

Hardon huffed. “Why would that lunkhead Chester approve this?” he mumbled. He stripped her clothes off, the grooves in his face deepening with his disgust. “She’s too thin. In fact, she’s half-starved.” He gave her a probing lick, causing her to whine with fear. “She doesn’t even taste that good.” Addison shivered, covered in spit.

“Well, whatever.” The king dripped the magic anti-digestion potion on her head. “Down the hatch you go.” He dangled her over his mouth and nonchalantly dropped her inside. She squealed like a butchered pig as she disappeared into the void. Unlike with the others, the king didn’t toss her around in his mouth, instead opting to swallow her right away. Even though he considered the offering mediocre, he still smiled and massaged his belly with his hands as she joined the others in his increasingly full stomach, which gurgled noisily with the addition of fresh meat. “Not too bad, I suppose.”

A bolt of electricity jolted through Candy as his wolfish eyes turned to her with avaricious yearning. “One more.” She scrambled to get away, pressing herself against the bars as if believing she could morph into a gelatinous ooze and miraculously squeeze through. His fingers pinched around her and pulled her out. He lifted her high in the air, bringing her in close to his face to admire her. Candy, roiling in terror, started to cry.

“P-please... let me go...” she wailed pathetically, pushing against his fingertips.

The giant man ignored her as he devoured her delectable flesh with his eyes. After placing a drop of the magic potion on her head, he began to take off her clothes, unwrapping her like a special present until she was displayed to him in all her feminine glory. “Beautiful,” he murmured, tracing his finger down her side. Candy trembled as he explored her curvaceous body with his huge fingers: bouncing her breasts; sliding up and down her thighs, inside and out; sensually touching her narrow waist, slim belly, and cute little backside. His lips parted with carnal passion as he leaned forward, closer and closer, over her and all around her with his overwhelming mass. She was bathed in humid breath.

“You’re perfect,” he said reverently, almost in a whisper. “Oh lord... and I haven’t even tasted you yet...” His mouth watered with anticipation. He drew her in closer to his open lips, his tongue emerging like a primordial beast from the cavernous depths. Candy whimpered as the huge tongue slid over her frontal form, from her feet to her chin, bathing her in saliva. The king moaned with pleasure and continued to lick her like a lollipop all over, in all her sweet spots, waxing with gluttonous lust.

As he tasted and teased her, he was overcome with erotic sensory overload and his hand slid down into his shorts. Millie sat dumbly on her plush belly perch, trying to block out everything that was happening around her and praying that the giant had forgotten about her as he moaned louder and jerked himself off. He began to nibble Candy with his lips, bringing her further and further into his mouth with every stroke of his lips and tongue. Candy struggled, but she couldn’t fight him as she was finally pulled over the threshold of his teeth.

She cried out as the teeth closed around her and she was completely engulfed in the soggy inside of the giant’s mouth, surrounded by walls of bone rimmed with gums, with a fleshy tongue below and curved palate above. The tongue continued to wrestle her down, throwing her about, pressing her against the teeth, dragging her underneath into the hot meaty bowl full of drool below, weighing her down in a suffocating embrace. At the base of the maw, she could feel his blood pulsing through his veins in an excited rush. His moans of pleasure rumbled the stale air around her.

The tongue scooped her back up and to her horror she found herself sliding back, towards the foreboding gullet that provided ingress to the throat. She screamed and tried to surge forward, but the tongue reared up and forced her backwards. Her feet sank into the precipitous drop below, and the throat muscles clamped down on her and dragged her under. She only had a moment to desperately claw at the squishy tongue before she was sucked into the abyss.

Candy’s scream was choked out as the swallowing motion crushed the wind from her lungs. She sank down a terrifying distance, smashed on all sides, as the deafening boom of the giant’s heartbeat and breathing vibrated through his flesh. She struggled as panic consumed her rational mind, but the powerful esophagus clenched her so tightly that she couldn’t even push back, with her arms folded against her chest. Suddenly, her legs broke free and she wriggled them wildly as she was squeezed through a ring of muscle.

She fell through open space into a lake of hot acid. The gastric fluid churned and bubbled around her with rhythmic motions from the wrinkled stomach walls, groaning and rumbling loudly as the stomach worked to digest its contents. Something snapped inside Candy’s mind at the sight and she flipped out, thrashing wildly in a futile effort to escape. She punched and kicked the walls and floundered as she was stirred in the current. She accidentally elbowed something soft that let out a squeak of pain.

“Ouch! Watch it!” Eren hissed. Candy turned to behold Eren floating alongside her in the boiling juices. She looked scared, furious, and disheveled, but what caught Candy’s attention was that her skin was glowing softly, like a paper lantern. Candy glanced down and realized her hands and arms were glowing too, with an ethereal light that weakly illuminated the hollow cavity around them. She was even more baffled, disoriented, and shaken up than before. She didn’t understand why any of this was happening, and she was terrified of dying.

“We need to get out of here!” she screeched, pummeling the squishy innards more. She bumped into Addison, who was huddled up like a lost child and sobbing uncontrollably. Jackie, too, was somewhere inside the stomach, her haunted howls of despair echoing in the fleshy chamber as she fought her gastric confinement.

Candy lost it. She wailed and cried and bemoaned what a fool she had been, to think she even had a chance to be with the giant knight who was supposedly fated to be her lover. She should’ve never listened to that fortune teller, the deceitful old hag. She never expected something so horrible to happen to her, and now she was going to die because of her own stupidity. She wasn’t ready. She couldn’t accept her failure. Her sanity slipped away as she continued to lash out, embroiled in a flood of negative emotions: regret, pain, sadness, anger, defeat, and above all, terror.

On the outside, King Richard belched with satisfaction and patted his engorged belly, which was quite full after being stuffed with four tasty maidens. He enveloped Millie, who was shaking, gently in his palm and pressed her firmly into the fat of his belly. “Can you hear them in there?” he asked her with a devious chuckle.

Millie replied with a small nod. His stomach twitched and groaned with all the struggling going on inside. She could hear, muted by the thick walls of meat, tortured screams and loud squelches as the multitude of tiny prey panicked inside, not yet understanding that they were at least safe from digestion. She pushed against the giant’s belly with her palms, trying to pull away, but the giant king simply pressed her harder into his body, his belly jiggling as he laughed cruelly. Tears ran down her cheeks. She knew their pain all too well, having been ingested by the evil giant too many times to count.

“There’s room for one more,” Hardon teased, tapping his belly with the fingers of his opposite hand. Millie trembled with dread as the color sapped out of her face.

“No... anything but that...” she whimpered.

“Well then. You know what I want you to do.” The pressure on her let up as the giant loosened his hand. Millie let out a shaky sigh and wiped her eyes with her forearm. She crawled on rubbery limbs down the curve of his belly, towards his groin. She could clearly see how sexually stimulated he was from devouring the tiny women, with his enormous erection rising above her head, dwarfing her. With another heavy sigh, and a sick twisting in her guts, Millie slid under the waistband of his braies to access the tall pillar within.

King Richard reclined on his bed with sublime pleasure, folding his arms behind his head and closing his eyes. He moaned with satisfaction and shifted his legs while his hard cock was stroked up and down by tiny hands and limbs as Millie performed for him. He also thoroughly enjoyed the ceaseless squirming in his gut. Fresh prey was the best, with how lively and terrified they were. A smile graced his lips as he thought about his favorite new addition to his collection, the big-breasted blonde lady. She was both delicious and beautiful. As much as he adored Millie, he thought to himself that this new girl might be his favorite now. He would tame her, break her, and make her his own. She would be his forever.

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