#Willing Prey

[squirmifyoulike]

What about slow, willing digestion?

Imagine it - a pred laying in bed, panting slightly as their stomach squirms gently. From the outside, it might seem like the prey was making a weak attempt to escape, but this could not be further from the truth.

Instead, the prey is working methodically, massaging the pred's stomach walls thoroughly, trying to stimulate them into full-blown digestion. It's hard for them to focus, though, because they're feeling so tingly and good. It feels like they're being given a thorough, deep massage by the pred's body... And the stomach acids tingle pleasantly, filling the prey with pleasure. They just can't help themselves; they whimper and moan softly, overcome by pleasure.

The pred, meanwhile, just lies still, smiling softly and rubbing their stomach gently. They can feel the contours of the prey's body when they rub their hand over their stomach - slowly but surely, though, the prey is starting to soften up and lose definition, blissfully becoming one with the pred's body.

It's very likely that the prey will live on the pred's hips for a little while before reforming.

#v.ore #tw vore #vore tw #soft vore #fatal vore #digestion #tw fatal vore #reformation vore #painless digestion #willing prey #willing pred #blissful digestion

[pineappleparfaitie]

This may be a refrence to an upcoming oc but

I ADORE PREDS WHO BY ALL MEANS SHOULD BE DANGEROUS!Not in behaviour no but like idk they are venomous,or even touching em can cause bad stuff to happen

And then the pred is just ,the opposite of what you expect like a venomous naga that owns a small flower shop and noms people sometimes as therapy like???

A

#sfw vore #safe vore #soft vore #extreme cuddling #swwh #e a/t #nonfatal vore #safe v0re #sfw v0re #nonsexual vore #nsx vore #eaten alive trope #endosoma #willing prey #willing pred #v0re blog #V0re talk #pine txt #pine ocs #?

[narnsandbobles]

oc.. art

#bobles #sfw interaction only #extreme cuddling #sfw vore #e a/t #willing prey #eat thoughts

[lesbianoms]

Vore Teasing in Public

When the prey is un-nommed:

“What’s the matter, sweetie? Is it too loud here? Do you need some tummy time?”

“How do you think all these people would react if I just ate you up right here? Do you think anyone would try to save you? Huh?”

“I can see it on your face, my love… you want to be inside this belly instead of at this event…”

“That waiter was being awfully flirtatious. Maybe I ought to swallow you whole when he brings the check around… just to show him who you belong to…”

“My sweet treat, my precious prey~ of course I want to flaunt my pretty catch to everyone… think of all the jealous looks we’ll get, with you squirming around in my belly~”

When the prey has been nommed:

“You feel so good in there, sweets… *hic* get comfy and I’ll walk us both home…”

“Mm, there goes this outfit. *grgl* What’s that? Oh, yes, people are definitely staring~”

“We’re at the grocery store now. Do you want anything? I’ll gulp it right down for you, don’t worry…”

“Shhh, shhh… it’s okay, nobody can see you now, no one can judge…”

“Would you be embarrassed if I let out a big belch right now? *ggrn…* But I love you, darling, and I want to show everyone what you do to me~”

When the surrounding people are being nosy:

“What are you looking at, huh punk? My eyes are up here.”

“You wanna feel? They’re kicking <3”

“Touch my belly again and you’ll be dinner. What, you think I’m bluffing? I can spit them out unharmed and snap you up in the same breath.”

“Yes, I’d like another order of that. I’m eating for two…”

“Oh God, another concerned citizen? Don’t worry, they’re fine. Calm down. …What? They’re making those noises because they like it in there~”

#v.ore #v0re #soft vore #safe vore #vore talk #endosoma #same size vore #vore kink #protective vore #nom’s thoughts #protective pred #willing prey #vore teasing #vore writing #an otp i can’t tag #romantic vore #minors dni

[gulpoflove]

Imagining just...happily relaxing in a caring pred's belly. You are not quite asleep, but you feel pleasantly weak - and ever so blissful, like you're floating on air. A lucid state, between dreams and wakefulness. You yawn and kick your feet lazily. The pred notices, and hugs their belly protectively - you smile sleepily as you feel the gentle pressure.

To the pred, you are the most precious thing in the world. A fierce protectiveness sparks in their heart as they feel you move. Mine, mine, mine, their mind repeats like a mantra. You are so sweet, so adorable, so vulnerable...they could never dream of letting you get hurt. To love and adore you with all their being...that is the greatest honor.

#gentle pred #willing pred #willing prey #endosoma #extreme cuddling #soft vore

[teal-fiend]

The Actor

A day in the life of a working predator actor.

content: fatal vore, implied digestion, willing prey, hunger, safe vore mentioned

The actor entered into their silver trailer and sat down on their faux leather couch (cruelty-free), lying back painfully, exhausted, looking up at the ceiling. That was a rough couple of hours. 

They had just finished the swallowing scene, the one the director wouldn’t budge on even though it was such a time sink, so much money and effort and agony for what, 2 seconds of footage that would actually be used in the final film? 

The actor’s stomach growled irritably. It had been fed, and then unfed so many times it was now beyond confusion and hunger. The pred rubbed their stomach soothingly. It didn’t know what was going on. The pred’s body was not designed for this type of tomfoolery. In the past, in ancient times, once they had prey, they got to keep it. There was no messing around with spitting it back up again, only to consume it once more five minutes later. 

The pred’s stomach had gotten all the signals that it was supposed to be digesting a big meal, and the fact that it wasn’t, meant that it was going to direct its energy; its anger, onto the pred. 

What the stomach didn’t know, the actor thought to themselves, was that doing this would ensure hundreds, if not thousands of prey in the future; the money they would make from this film could feed them for several lifetimes over. But this sort of thing was inconceivable to the simple animal that was the predator’s stomach. All it knew was that it had been robbed. It never thought of the distant future, only the current and terrible emptiness and hunger for more - anything. 

There was a metallic knock on the trailer door.

The actor straightened themselves up, “come in,”

Their personal assistant arrived on the threshold. 

“Don’t tell me I have to go back out there,” the actor groaned.

“I have some appetite suppressants.”

“You know those make me sick, besides, doesn’t that go against the point of it all.”

These gruelling hours were at least partially manufactured by the director’s desire to capture a genuine experience. They talked about it a lot, and it meant that they would force the pred to repeat the same scenes over and over until they grew exhausted and irritated and that would supposedly bring out their true predatory nature.

“Take three, I’ll tell them that this is your last round then you’re done for the day.”

“No, don’t tell them that, they’ll keep me out all night.”

“According to your contract, no. They’re only allowed one more hour with you today, and I’ll make sure they stick by it. I’ll have something waiting for you when you get home.”

“Prey?” the actor asked, barely concealing their excitement. 

Their assistant scoffed, slightly amused, “well yes.”

“Alright,” the pred laughed, stretching, “I’m just making sure you’re not throwing me a party or something. But going home to a nice, big prey… that sounds nice.”

“I’ll see you out there,” the assistant said evenly. 

“Right-o”

Knowing what they had in store back at home, the pred was able to breeze through the next hour, much to the behest of the director who was determined to see them break under the pressure. They wanted hunger, they wanted animalism, madness, and they got it, but the pred was only acting. And once they heard ‘cut’, the actor reverted back to their carefree selves. And they left exactly on the hour.

—

After the uber ride and the elevator ride, the actor unlocked the door to their penthouse apartment with a metal swipe card. Inside there was someone waiting, they could smell before they could see

Under the pink LED lights in an otherwise dark apartment, their prey waited for them. But when they saw the pred, they looked surprised.

“Good evening,” the actor said

“It’s you!” Their prey gasped.

The actor grinned, a little confused. “It is me.”

Maybe the prey wasn’t told whose apartment they were going to? They didn’t know how this stuff worked - usually they just came in and ate the prey and nobody was surprised or asked questions or really said much at all. After all, it would be a bit strange to have a conversation with your doordasher. Or maybe the prey was more like the take-out that the delivery man provided. It would be even more strange to talk to your take-outs… which is exactly why the actor tended to avoid it.

“I’ve always wanted to be eaten by you,” the prey said.

“Really?” 

“Ever since I saw you in that old movie,”

Ah yes, the pred remembered their debut film. It was crazy, all the way back then. They had only just graduated highschool. It was a small project, they just happened to be one of the only preds that the director knew. 

The movie became considered the first film to show a predator consuming prey on screen. Technically there were others, but this is the one that people heard about. And it made the pred famous.

“Oh gosh, has it been ten years already?”

How interesting how that worked. Time, and knowing people. The prey had known about the actor for many, many years. They’d seen interviews and articles probably, they knew the pred as well as a friend might. And yet, the pred had never seen this prey before in their life. 

“Maybe this is fate,” the actor said, “or manifested destiny.”

The pred felt a strong squeezing in their middle. The hunger pangs were peaking. But they felt the need to entertain their fan for a little while longer. They were after all, deep down, a performer. 

“Sorry if I’m a bit off, I’ve had a terrible shooting experience. I’m not sure what they told you, but I was made to swallow and spit up prey for most of the day.”

The prey consoled them, sympathetic, but they couldn’t help but ask, “you’re making another movie?” The implication being, another movie where the actor would eat prey on screen. 

“Yes,” the pred said, “I suppose you won’t get to watch it… that’s a shame.”

The prey sighed. The pred grinned, “but that also means that it won’t matter if I break my NDA, would it? After all,” they lowered their voice subtly, “you’re going to be me soon anyway.”

The prey paled slightly. The pred moved gently but unyielding, taking their prey’s hand and putting it against their grumbling stomach. They began to describe the plot of the film to the prey, along with some insider knowledge about production that they were sure the prey was dying to know about. 

As they talked, they were also sizing the prey up, considering where they would like to lie down after they had finished eating. The actor’s feet were sore, they didn’t want to have to wander about with a full tummy. They slowly moved the prey towards the pit in the living room, a kind of sunken area that was like a circular couch with a large marble coffee table in the middle. 

Once they were ready to eat, they already knew exactly how they would do it. Despite the years in between, the pred remembered the stage directions of their debut film perfectly. 

They started by saying a few low words, a close up to the actors faces. Then the camera would pull back, so the audience could watch as the pred hoisted the prey up by both arms, then took them feet-first into their mouth. It watched the slow struggle, one long take (and they only made one take. The pred had to use all their focus to not fuck it up and look into the camera). Every gag, gulp and fidget of an inexperienced pred and an even more inexperienced prey. Although these days, the actor had plenty of experience. Especially after the day they had - their throat still burned from the repeated friction. 

The actor sighed in relief once their meal had settled. They were about to lie down, but then realised they were still in their work clothes. They supposed it was unavoidable, having to walk around with a full stomach. Strangely enough, they felt a burst of energy, a bit of adrenaline - a second wind after eating. They supposed their stomach was ready to let it go again, so it wasn’t about to get comfortable just yet. That was fine for the pred; they wanted to take a shower anyway. 

The shower was steamy and well-pressurised, the towels were heated and soft, the robe waiting for them was softer. The actor passed by a hamper that they forgot they had, and selected from it a small box of assorted chocolates. Then they went back to the living room, balancing the box on top of their belly, and laid down in the pit. 

Their stomach was starting to trust them again, “there, see,” the predator said, caressing it gently, “all yours.”

The pred heard their prey murmur about something, and shift around. The pred frowned, then prodded their stomach curiously. It was always strange to hear their food try to talk from inside of them. A bit uncanny. Maybe it made them uncomfortable because if other people were around when it happened, they’d act all sympathetic, wanting to make the pred let their prey out. And that was something the pred didn’t even want to think about right now. 

That wasn’t going to happen now. The pred patted their gut proprietarily. The movement dislodged a belch, and their stomach grew tighter around their meal. 

The actor turned on their television and chose a movie they’d been waiting for a chance to see. A thriller. They took a candy from the box and ate it, eyes staying on the screen. As the opening sequence played, the actor took in a deep breath and sighed, relaxing more into the cushions. They’d had a big day, but now here they were, maybe all the hard work made moments like these more enjoyable. The pred kept a hand rested on their stomach, casually, restfully, but possessively. This one I get to keep. 

#pred pov #tw vore #digestion #fatal vore #v/ore #vore digestion #vore fic #vore writing #soft vore #implied digestion #v.ore #pred oc #willing prey

[please-dontperceiveme]

Min0rs/pr0ship/"SFW only" DNI! 18+ only! AGELESS BLOGS LIKING/REBLOGGING WILL BE BLOCKED!

⚠️ soft safe vore, willing prey and pred, active prey, electrostimulation, same-size vore, all the way through, oversized prey, transforming prey

So. Kinda knocked my own socks off with this idea. I've seen a few things about this concept, but literally nothing involving the transformative properties of the prey, which I think is a crime. Thus, feeding a willing Sunshine a particularly creative D.itto.

Min0rs/pr0ship/"SFW only" DNI! 18+ only! AGELESS BLOGS LIKING/REBLOGGING WILL BE BLOCKED!

#perceive.txt #perceive.png #sunshine.oc #soft vore #safe vore #slime vore #same size vore #oversized prey #willing prey #willing pred #vore kink #pokefur

[cowardlysimon]

that one really fast dude who put babies in microwaves.

alright thats all :p

#soft vore #safe vore #willing prey #willing vore #D/C vore #cowardly vore #sfw vore #nonsexual vore #eaten alive trope #e a/t

[squirmifyoulike]

Darling... I want to be a part of you.

I want to be the one filling out your stomach. The one struggling beneath your skin, acting like I'm unwilling, when in reality, I'm exactly where I want to be.

I want to listen as you go about your day, occasionally rubbing your swollen, growling gut. I want to hear your slight chuckle from somewhere above when someone asks where I am. I want to feel your muscles contract and tense as you proudly show off your gut and say, "Right here. They look so good filling me out, wouldn't you agree?"

I want to grow weary inside your powerful, churning gut as you go home. Your stomach walls would be grinding into me all day, tenderizing my flesh, and working on melting me down. And finally, I want to whine and whimper as I bear the sounds of you running a bath. You coo and rub your gut, and then, you settle into the bathtub, submerging your gut in steaming hot water. I want to feel the chamber around me heat up. I want to feel your stomach kick into overdrive, powered by the heat of your bath... And finally, I want to reach my limit, and I want to pass out in your gut, knowing I'll never wake up again.

I can only imagine how you would feel afterwards. Still lugging around a massive gut, only, it would be still after I pass out. Maybe you'd feel pride in successfully claiming another meal. Maybe you'll go to bed and sleep me off...

And then, in the morning, when you wake up, you'll find me still hanging around... Only, I'd be much less solid than I was before, and digestion would've pushed me down into your intestines. Your stomach would be smaller, but still a noticeable swell. And yet... Even with me still hanging off your middle... You would probably find yourself craving something for breakfast.

Doesn't that sound lovely?

Well, go on, then. What are you waiting for? Devour me whole, alive and squirming.

#fatal vore #tw vore #vore tw #v.ore #digestion #soft vore #tw fatal vore #implied digestion #willing prey

[pineappleparfaitie]

So hear me out.

Im done with mean preds and scared but flustured prey.

Im done.

I want a prey to geab a pred by the collar and tease them and the pred being a shy,flustered, unapologetical MESS.

And when they eat the prey,the prey keeps teasing them.

"Aw ,what's wrong big fella?Cant even handle a small thing like me?Does your tummy hurt??Awwww poor baby~"

And the pred is just flustered while sitting down,just...

AAAAAAARGGAAA-

#vore talk #pine txt #nonfatal vore #soft vore #safe vore #extreme cuddling #sfw vore #nonsexual vore #endosoma #e a/t #endo safe #swallowed whole #swwh #willing prey #Flustered pred #sfw interaction only

[lesbianoms]

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…

#v.ore #v0re #soft vore #vore talk #nom’s thoughts #tummy kink #belly kink #female pred #f/f vore #fatal vore #digestion #vore digestion #willing prey #unwilling pred #vore writing #vore story #gurgle #vore kink #same size vore #minors dni

[coldtwaer]

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

[teal-fiend]

A rich observer/prey hires a pred to come to their private events and parties. They give the pred a designated area, maybe behind glass, a small metal fence or even a cage. They have the pred dress in avant-garde dresswear, their skin and bare abdomen bejeweled and decorated in golden paint like a Klimt painting.

Before or at the start of the event, the pred is given prey to consume. Their job for the rest of the night is to pose, lounge about, slowly digesting their meal as the party goes on - a sort of live performance for the guests. In the way that drug lords keep a tiger on a golden leash, diamond collar, an absurd performance of luxury and power. 

The pred is not allowed to talk to guests, and they would rarely make eye contact. They are in this moment an expensive art piece rather than a person. But they do get paid well, and they get a free meal. 

Maybe they’re even on a contract with their boss, where they will live on their estate, the pred’s employer feeding them prey for theirs and their guest’s entertainment.

#i think the golden leash line is from a lorde lyric? lol #is it stealing or is it a reference #i've been thinking about this one for a while. i forgot about it until now. so i wrote it before it disappeared again #v.ore #implied digestion #vore digestion #v/ore #fatal vore #digestion #tw vore #soft vore #vore fic #vore writing #dehumanisation #vore observer #willing pred #willing prey #vore talk #v0re #voreblr