#painful digestion

[urfavoritewriter]

College Group Project - Part 2

Content: College Vore, Male Pred, Male Prey, Muscled Pred, Nerd Prey, Fatal Digestion, Unwilling Prey. Second part is about the hours-long digestion. Read the first part HERE.

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Max, still revelling in the euphoria of the moment, shifted his weight and tried to adjust to the new heaviness in his gut. Eli was no longer beside him, but rather, an unmistakable presence within him. The room seemed to have grown smaller in contrast to the impressive bulge protruding from Max's midsection. The silhouette of Eli's curled body was clearly visible through the taut fabric of Max’s shirt, his form outlined in the smooth curve of the stomach.

Max grunted slightly as he moved toward his desk. Sitting down wasn't as simple as it used to be. The chair creaked under the additional weight. With Eli inside, he had to spread his legs apart to accommodate the swollen belly, leaning slightly back to balance the shift in his center of gravity. He rested one hand atop the bulge, the other supporting him from behind, fingers splayed across the chair's backrest.

"Feeling snug in there, Eli?" Max chuckled, the vibrations of his voice coursing through his stomach, a tantalizing reminder to Eli of his predicament. "I must say, you add quite the weight. Didn't realize you were this… dense."

From the confines of Max's stomach, Eli could feel every movement, every breath his captor took. The walls of the gut squeezed and massaged him rhythmically, making any hope of shifting or adjusting himself futile.

Max's shirt, which was once loose-fitting, now seemed stretched to its limits. The fabric clung to the swell of his stomach, the seams appearing as though they might give way. There was a pronounced tightness around his midsection, the pressure from Eli's form making the belt on Max's jeans dig into his waist. The button looked like it might pop off any second.

"You know," Max began, running his fingers over the taut surface of his belly, tracing Eli's form, "I can't help but wonder how you're feeling right now. Completely surrounded, enveloped, unable to escape. It’s a bit poetic, don’t you think?"

He leaned forward slightly, the movement causing a tighter constriction within, making Eli all the more aware of his helplessness. "I hope you're comfortable," Max teased, "because you're going to be in there for a while.

With each futile squirm and shift from Eli, Max's belly rippled and shuddered. From within, Eli could feel the constant clenching of Max’s stomach muscles, making his enclosed space even more restricted with each passing moment.

“Ooh, a little fighter, aren’t we?” Max grinned, feeling the movements from within. “You know, all that struggling is only going to help me. It’s like you’re stirring yourself up, getting ready for digestion.” He chuckled, a dark gleam in his eye.

Max adjusted in his seat, the added weight and movement from inside causing him to shift uncomfortably. Every twitch and push Eli made had an effect. The tight confines meant that each prod was easily felt against the walls of Max's stomach. As he tried to find a comfortable seated position, he leaned back, spreading his legs wider to make room for the pronounced bulge. His jeans strained, the material digging into his thighs.

Reaching down, Max began to massage his belly, his strong fingers pressing into the contours of Eli's form. Despite the distension, the faint outline of Max's abs could still be seen, a testament to the hours spent in the gym. His fingers traced each of the muscles, emphasizing his control over the situation.

The pressure increased as Max began to squeeze deliberately, compressing Eli even further within the confines of his stomach. The sensation was intense, each squeeze forcing Eli to feel the powerful grip of Max’s innards. “Feeling the burn yet?” Max taunted. “My muscles aren’t just for show, you know.”

Eli’s muffled protests and desperate pushes against his fleshy prison were met with increasing amusement from Max. But as the minutes ticked by, and the initial thrill started to wane, Max’s attention shifted back to the task at hand.

“You know, Eli,” Max began, his voice dripping with sarcasm, “I invited you here to work on the project. And if you keep up this ruckus, it's going to be quite hard for me to concentrate.” He smirked, tapping lightly on his belly. “So, how about you settle down in there, huh? Give it a rest. Because either way, I have a project to finish.”

In the first hour, Max settled into a rhythm. The open tabs on his computer displayed articles, research, and data graphs. He found himself deeply engrossed, typing away as ideas began to flow. But every so often, he would feel a faint thud or a twist from within, reminding him of Eli's presence. At one point, he felt a particularly strong wriggle, which caused him to pause and chuckle. “Still trying to make your opinion heard, huh, Eli? Well, keep it down; I'm actually trying to work here.” With a smirk, he took a moment to stretch, his fingers lightly brushing against the top of the rounded bulge. The sensation seemed to still Eli, if only for a moment, before Max returned his focus to the project.

By the second hour, Max's stomach had grown noticeably quieter. The acids and enzymes were doing their job, slowly breaking down the intruder. Every now and then, however, Max would still feel a feeble movement. It seemed as though Eli, despite the odds, was holding on. Not that it bothered Max much. In fact, he took a certain pleasure in it. "You really are determined, aren't you?" he mused aloud, feeling a weak, fluttering push from inside. "But trust me, Eli, by the time I’m done with this project, there won't be much left of you to protest." He said it lightly, a hint of jest in his voice, but the dark undertone was evident.

As the third hour neared its end, Max's progress on the project was evident. Pages of notes, diagrams, and written content filled his screen. His concentration was occasionally broken by the slight gurgling sounds emanating from his midsection. The digestion process was in full swing. Eli's movements had dwindled to almost nothing, the occasional twitch reminding Max of his slowly dissolving passenger. "You know," he murmured, a hint of nostalgia in his voice, "I almost missed our little back-and-forths, Eli. But I have to admit, you've been a… productive motivator." He leaned back, taking a moment to glance down at the now slightly less pronounced bulge. With a sly grin, he added, "By tomorrow, thanks to you, I'll have a completed project and some added muscle definition. Not a bad trade, if you ask me."

The room was filled with the soft hum of Max's computer and the occasional rustle of papers. But as the fourth hour began, another sound began to join the symphony—a desperate, frantic movement emanating from Max's gut. Eli, it seemed, was rallying his remaining strength, making one final, desperate bid for freedom. Each squirm, each attempt to push and stretch against the fleshy walls, only served to make Max more aware of the life within him.

"Back with a vengeance, are we?" Max quipped, feeling the surge of activity. He momentarily paused his work, resting both hands atop his belly, feeling the contours shift beneath his fingers. The rhythm of Eli's movements, previously weak and intermittent, now came in waves of intensity. "You've got spirit, Eli, I'll give you that." Max mused, the corner of his mouth turning up in a smirk. But the smirk faded as a particularly strong jolt from Eli took him by surprise. It seemed Eli wasn't quite ready to give up.

By the fifth hour, Max felt a mix of amusement and mild annoyance. He had to adjust his seating position more frequently, sometimes leaning back to counterbalance the vigorous activity inside. He could feel every twist and turn Eli made, every push against his stomach walls. The sensation was… intense. More than once, he found himself pausing, taking a deep breath to collect himself. "You do realize," Max drawled, addressing his midsection, "that this is all in vain? But I do admire your tenacity. It's almost… commendable."

As the clock struck the end of the sixth hour, the once intense and frantic movements began to wane. Eli's energy was diminishing, the acids and the unyielding pressure of Max's stomach taking their toll. The once sharp jabs became mere flutters, then eventually, mere twitches. Max, sensing the decline, leaned forward, his ear almost touching his belly, listening intently. "Almost done there, Eli?" he whispered, his voice a mix of mockery and genuine curiosity. But all he got in response was a soft, almost imperceptible movement.

With a sigh of both relief and satisfaction, Max settled back into his chair. "You gave it a good run," he murmured, his fingers lightly drumming on his belly, "but now, it's time to finish what we started." As he returned to his project, Eli's once-vibrant presence faded, leaving behind only the slow, methodical work of digestion.

As the ninth hour approached, the room was cast in the soft glow of the laptop screen, accompanied by the rhythmic tap-tap of Max’s fingers on the keyboard. He leaned back, stretching his arms above his head, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. The project, which had consumed so much of his time and focus, was finally complete.

Closing his laptop, Max glanced down, taking a moment to admire the swollen belly that protruded from his frame. The gentle rise and fall as he breathed was punctuated only by the subtle gurgle of digestion at work. “Looks like I’ve finished on time, Eli,” he mused, giving his belly a gentle pat. "Thanks for the… motivation."

Standing up, Max moved over to the full-length mirror hanging on the door. Turning sideways, he assessed the pronounced bulge critically. “I guess I’ll be carrying you around for a few more days,” he murmured, poking the soft mound. “Maybe I’ll just tell everyone I’ve been indulging in a bit too much beer lately.”

Chuckles filled the room as he imagined the looks and comments he'd get from friends and acquaintances. "A beer belly, or rather an Eli-belly," he smirked, appreciating his own joke. "Either way, I guess we'll be spending a bit more time together."

With one last glance at the mirror, Max powered down his laptop.

#digestion #male pred #male prey #male vore #muscle pred #muscled pred #hunk #lean prey #nerd prey #betrayal #painful digestion #fatal digestion

[squirmifyoulike]

(Warning - this one has darker themes such as painful digestion and unwilling fatal! Beware!)

Unrequited monster love.

They watch as couples walk through their forest, happy. But the monster is lonely.

There's one couple in particular - the monster has his sights set on the woman, but there's one pesky problem. She's always accompanied by the same guy. God, it makes the monster so mad when he makes her smile and laugh. Doesn't she realize that there's someone else out there for her? Someone better than this ordinary guy?

No matter. Today, he'll take what's his.

The monster stays hidden in the undergrowth, watching, waiting. He can smell them - more importantly, her - which just riles him up even more.

Finally, they start to come into view. Laughing. Talking. The monster's claws curl in contentment.

It's too much. Perhaps sooner than he would like, he's leaping out of his hiding spot, snarling and growling. The look of fear that crosses over the woman's face pains him, but it will be over soon. She'll see.

"Run! Go!" The man shouts, stepping in front of the woman and holding an arm out in front of her. His actions almost make the monster snort in amusement. Does he really think he stands a chance against the monster?

But much to the monster's chagrin, the woman turns and flees.

In a flash, the monster lunges forward, teeth sinking into the man's soft flesh. He screams out in pain, and soon, the taste of blood fills the monster's mouth - tender, sweet, metallic, sharp. He needs more.

Quickly, he drags the man forward. For just a second, he releases the man's arm and watches him stumble forward in confusion, amused. After a brief moment, the monster lunges forward again, locking his jaws around the man's head and torso. It happens in a flash, and as soon as the monster's jaws clamp down, it's over for him. In just a few quick gulps, the man is sealed away in the monster's gut. Very faintly, moans of pain and discomfort can be heard. That doesn't matter, though; now, the monster has a much more important task.

They bound down the path, following the woman's scent. It doesn't take long to catch up to her. Putting on a burst of speed, the monster races ahead of her and then stops abruptly. With a yelp, the woman ends up skidding to a stop - but when she does, she ends up falling. The monster winces on her behalf, and he shakes his head at her. She'll understand soon.

With a clawed hand, the monster reaches out and picks the woman up. He's easily able to hold her in both hands, and he takes special care of her, making sure his claws don't pierce her soft flesh. Unfortunately, the woman keeps wriggling and struggling in his grasp. The monster frowns a little. Doesn't she understand?

The woman looks up at the monster's face. Her chest is heaving, and her eyes are red, her cheeks tear-stained. Clearly, she doesn't understand yet. But that's okay. The monster will make her understand.

He leans forward, which makes the woman freeze and let out a quiet sob. She braces herself for something... But instead, she's met with a warm, rough tongue dragging over her cheek, rather than teeth biting into her. Clearly, she's confused by this, so she looks up at the monster again, her confusion written in her face.

It's over now, my darling. There's no need to be scared anymore. The monster rumbles out.

Unfortunately, though, the woman doesn't understand the monster. Instead, her eyes are drawn to its bloodstained teeth, and then, to its middle, which is slightly bloated out with the man's wriggling form. Muffled groans and screams can be heard from within the monster. A look of realization crosses the woman's features, and she renews her wriggling while sobbing.

Doesn't she understand? She doesn't need him anymore. The monster will keep her safe.

Well... Even if she doesn't understand now, she'll understand soon. The monster will just have to be patient with her. She'll come around soon enough.

For now, the monster bends his head down and resumes his affectionate licking. Soon... She'll understand soon.

#v.ore #monster pred #unwilling prey #male pred #male prey #tw vore #vore tw #soft vore #fatal vore #digestion #tw fatal vore #implied digestion #painful digestion #blood mention #tw blood

[midnight-els]

For All Mankind | 4x10 "Perestroika"

Wrenn Schmidt as Margo Madison Coral Peña as Aleida Rosales

#TWO HUGS IN ONE SEASON ALERT #they are everything and this episode was such a painful delight #gonna be digesting everything for a long time #aleida never got to say goodbye to her dad when the FBI took him but she get's to hug margo 😭 #unwell #for all mankind #aleida rosales #fam spoilers #margo madison #my gifs

[chaos-and-ink]

Hurts if I eat, hurts if I don't; hurts if I sleep, hurts so deep.

#chaos #vent art #my work #chronically ill #disabled #physically disabled #chronically sick #gi issues #idk how to tag this so Ill just do a ton #chronic pain #irritable bowel syndrome #irritable bowel disease #ulcerative colitis #crohn's disease #pots #pots syndrome #ehlers danlos syndrome #indigestion #digestive issues #digestive disorders

[recovery-is-brutal]

Honestly? If something helps you, use it. You don’t have to be chronically ill or disabled. If it helps, you can use it.

I used to force myself to stand while showering, shaving, brushing my teeth, folding laundry. Why though? If sitting makes the task easier, I’m allowed to do it.

I used to love going on long walks and even hikes before I started feeling so weak and out of breath all the time. The experience was soured by my chronic pain. And you know what? I started looking for a large stick to use as a cane every time my friends take me on a hike. They laugh at me. So what? It makes the experience better for me.

I don’t have to wear tight clothes that make me feel like I’m suffocating. If I look 20% less attractive in my comfy sweater and baggy pants, who cares? Who am I trying to impress? Isn’t it better to be 20% more comfortable instead?

Why force myself to overeat if it makes me sick? Please pack up the rest for me so I can eat it later. It’s not that I hate your cooking, I’m respecting my body’s needs. Why force myself to stay awake when I need rest? Let’s continue having fun tomorrow, when I have the brain capacity to do so.

Respect your body. Respect your limits. I know it fucking sucks when you’re not able to do the things you could do in the past anymore. It sucks losing that life quality, probably forever. But you can make your suffering a bit more bearable. Please do so.

#chronic illness #chronic pain #chronically ill #chronic fatigue #chronic vertigo #ibs #digestive disorders #digestive issues #autoimmune disease #disabilties #idk what else to tag this as

[wholegrainvore]

prey squirming violently in agony and pred patting and kneading their happy tummy :3

#painful digestion cw #vore tw #i bet squirms feel so good

[magnetothemagnificent]

Having conditions affecting the digestive and excretory systems is just so isolating.

Because even in semi-disability-aware spaces, talking about symptoms relating to the GI and excretory systems is still treated as TMI, as gross.

Even friends and family members are grossed out just seeing us put laxative in our water, or run to the bathroom all the time, or sit weirdly because of an immensely painful gas bubble.

And we internalize this shame so much that when we actually have to describe our symptoms in a medical setting, we hold back, and use euphemisms, because we're so used to having to do so.

It's so so isolating.

#actually disabled #chronic illness #chronic pain #digestive issues #gi issues #ic #oab #ibs

[brodinsons]

sometimes i think about the fact that clark kent, in a state of complete amnesia rendering him unable to remember even his own name, saw bruce wayne for 1/10th of a second in the midst of a bunch of superpowered strangers trying to subdue him and remembered him instantly...and i go completely apeshit

#superbat #manman #zack snyder's justice league #otp: world's finest #the only other person he recognized was lois and that was after a fair few moments of digesting her appearance/voice/scent/etc #with bruce is was INSTANTANEOUS #[target locked] #that beatdown at the docks was SUCH a fundamental memory (his first time experiencing real pain/the kryptonite/a human overpowering him) #it overrode a brain reinstated (temporarily) to zero by being BROUGHT BACK FROM THE DEAD #hey zack/chris/etc y'all were insane for that one thanks for the food

[ruelpsen]

I fucking overdid it tonight y'all. I had a whole pizza and a liter and a half of soda. It's been an hour and a half since I finished dinner and the pain's only finally starting to subside now. I haven't stuffed myself this painfully full in months and I forgot how much it can suck. At least I'm now getting back towards feeling comfortably full, but fuck, this hurts. If only I had someone here to rub my aching belly and tell me how impressed they are with my voracity...

#the fullness started to get pretty uncomfortable when i only had a little soda left #at that point i decided to go through and finish it since i was so close but damn #things got painful right after i finished #i'm so tired now from all the digesting my body's doing #stuffing

[gayvorestories]

In a pure mood tonight that I don’t think can be fixed by anything less than someone sobbing and begging not to be digested

#I just want to feel a man’s frantic struggles against the inevitable and painful embrace of my digestive system #is that too much to ask

[urfavoritewriter]

Deep Down, Sky High

Content: M/M Vore, Male Pred, Male Prey, Digestion, Same-Size Vore.

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Jackson leaned against the cramped airplane bathroom counter, a sly smirk playing across his lips. The gentle hum of the plane engines was punctuated by the soft gurgling coming from his belly, which bulged noticeably under his fitted hoodie. The chiseled contours of his abdomen were only exaggerated by the unusual distention, every ridge and dip of his muscles more pronounced.

With his free hand, he pulled out his phone, opening the camera app. In the dimly lit space, he adjusted himself to get the best angle. Lifting the hem of his hoodie, he revealed his distended abdomen. The shape was undeniable; there, just above his navel and slightly to the right, was a pronounced bulge, the unmistakable outline of a head pressing softly against the taut skin. You could almost see the despair etched in the features compressed against his toned stomach.

"Guess you should've remembered to lock the door, huh?" Jackson whispered, addressing the subtle movements from within, the almost imperceptible shifts of discomfort. He trailed a finger down from the tip of the head bulge, tracing its path along the curve of his belly, feeling the shivers it induced inside.

He aimed his camera at the mirror, ensuring that his face and the distinct bulge were both in view. The tight confines of the bathroom only accentuated the size of his stomach, making it appear even more prominent. A flash pierced the dimness as he snapped the picture.

His fingers rapidly moving on the screen's keyboard, typing a caption for his new snapshot, "Note to self: always lock the door at 30,000 feet." With a chuckle, Jackson admired his handiwork for a moment before saving the image, a little keepsake for himself, and then posting it to his close circle.

Taking one last glance at the mirror, he gave his belly a more forceful pat, feeling the muffled protest from within. "Hang tight," he teased, pressing down right where the head-shaped bulge was, eliciting a frantic series of squirms and movements. "We've still got a few hours left in this flight."

Jackson, taking a deep breath, nudged the bathroom door open. Stepping out into the dimly lit aisle.

As he began to make his way back to his seat, he could feel every jolt and tremor of the plane resonate through the heavily distended belly under his hoodie. Each step sent a light ripple across the protruding form, the undeniable shape of a person compressed within the confines of his muscled abdomen. It was like walking with an overinflated beach ball strapped to him.

The fabric of his hoodie strained, attempting to accommodate the bulk beneath it. The pronounced shape of a head, arms, and even the bend of knees were visible, making him feel slightly self-conscious. He could sense eyes on him, fellow passengers probably attributing his appearance to overeating or some medical condition. But Jackson was in too deep now; there was no turning back.

He reached his row, pausing for a moment. The challenge of sitting with such a significant addition to his physique suddenly dawned on him. He angled himself, attempting to slide past the passenger next to the aisle. The tightness of the space forced his belly to brush up against the stranger, causing another series of frantic movements within. Jackson whispered a quick apology for the disturbance, his face coloring slightly.

Once at his seat, Jackson faced his next challenge: how to sit. He turned, angling his hips and trying to slowly lower himself into the tight airplane seat. His belly's girth, however, made the process a game of adjustment. The armrest dug into his side, prompting a small grunt of discomfort. The buckling of the seatbelt was another ordeal, the strap barely reaching around the expansive midsection.

Finally settled, Jackson leaned back, allowing his hoodie to ride up just a tad, revealing the bottommost part of his belly. The dim overhead light cast a shadow, highlighting the clearly defined silhouette of the person inside him. He placed a hand atop the most prominent bulge, feeling the heat emanating from it, the soft, muffled pleas for release.

Breathing heavily from the exertion and feeling the compressive force from the tight airplane seat, Jackson let out a sigh.

He reclined in his seat, feeling the gentle throb and pulse of the human within his belly. He placed an earbud into one ear, leaving the other free to enjoy the symphony of muffled pleas and the subtle sounds of his digestive system at work. Picking up his phone, he began scrolling through a playlist to listen to on his XM4.

Leaning his head close to his prominent belly, he whispered softly, "Hey there, you comfy? Probably not the flight experience you were expecting, huh?" A muted squirm replied to him, making him grin. "You know, I was going to watch a movie, but I think feeling you break down might be the best in-flight entertainment I've ever had."

Jackson began flicking through the in-flight entertainment system. Choosing a thriller. As the film progressed, Jackson ordered a fizzy drink from the passing cart, sipping it slowly. Each gulp sent more liquid down, making his belly gurgle in response. "There you go," he chuckled. "A little mixer for the main course. Hope you like cola."

An hour or so into the flight, feeling a bit peckish, Jackson decided to order some in-flight snacks. Munching on peanuts, he said, "You must be getting lonely in there. Don't worry, you'll have some company soon." Finishing his snack and sipping on his drink, he felt a gentle burp rising. "Excuse me," he murmured with a smirk, thinking of the added pressure the trapped air would cause inside.

Throughout the flight, between reading a bit, occasionally nodding off, and enjoying his music, Jackson continuously returned to the sensation in his gut. Each little squirm, each desperate push against his abdominal walls, just added to his satisfaction.

Jackson, feeling the descent of the airplane, adjusted his seat. The jostling from the change in altitude made his belly quiver, and he could feel an especially desperate set of wriggles from within, almost as if the person inside had some hope of escape as the plane touched down.

Leaning in, Jackson smirked as he whispered, "You feeling that? We're touching down in Ibiza. Ever been? Well, I guess this isn't the way you imagined visiting, huh?" He chuckled softly, feeling more pronounced movements as the realization hit his unwilling passenger.

"Beautiful beaches, amazing nightlife, and my favorite, the sizzling sun," Jackson continued, his voice dripping with mischief. "You and I, we're gonna spend a lot of time on those beaches. Just think about it. While I'm basking in the sun, catching a tan, you'll be in here," he tapped his swollen midriff, "experiencing a whole different kind of heat. The summer sun outside and the burning acids inside. A real tropical getaway for you."

He felt another series of frantic pushes against his belly wall, and he tightened his abdominal muscles in response, constraining his prey even further. "Oh, by the way, Ibiza might be your destination, but this," he patted his gut, "is your final stop. The last destination of your journey. I hope you're prepared for the coming days."

Jackson grinned, relishing the idea of parading around with his swollen belly, feeling every jolt, every pang of the digestive process. "It's gonna be a long, brutal few days for you," he added with a dark chuckle. "And by the time I'm ready to head back, well...you'll have become a permanent part of my vacation memories."

#digestion #male pred #male prey #male vore #m/m #painful digestion #fatal #gay vore #airplane vore #passenger vore

[squirmifyoulike]

Content warning: light betrayal vore, unwilling vore, semi-painful digestion

Kind of love the idea of a hero that still has to consume.

Nobody knows about their diet; they show up in restaurants and grocery stores, where they're showered with attention for their good deeds, for defeating any villains or monsters.

But little does the public know - the hero themself is a monster.

Every few months, they wear a disguise, concealing their identity... And then they head to a strip club. Only... This club is special. The patrons get to buy the dancers and do virtually whatever they want with them. Depending on how much you pay, you can only keep them temporarily... Or permanently.

The hero has never needed to worry about money, so, they survey the club, looking for their next meal. Eventually, they find one - a beautiful woman dancing on stage. She seems to be enjoying herself... But at the same time, there's a hint of anxiety in her eyes.

The hero goes to speak to the manager, and they make the appropriate payment needed to secure their next meal. After a few minutes of waiting, watching the woman dance, someone goes to speak to her. She finishes up, and then gets off stage, joining what looks like a bodyguard. A few people try to sneak in touches as she walks past, but her bodyguard pushes away anyone that gets too close.

Soon enough, the duo have reached the hero.

"Here you are. Enjoy." The bodyguard says, and soon, they've disappeared.

The woman looks nervous now. The hero's stomach is starting to growl and twist in hunger... But they're kind. They gently place a hand on the woman's back to guide her, and they quietly utter, "Come along." And the woman follows without protest.

They head into a private room, one that's already made up and prepared for guests. The hero locks the door behind them... And then, they turn to the woman.

This part is always kind of awkward. The woman is no doubt expecting the hero to push her onto the bed, to tear off their clothes and... Well.

But the hero has no intention of that. Even though the next few hours are going to be miserable for her... The hero still wants to be kind and gentle in the last few moments.

So, the hero pulls the woman into a kiss - a gentle kiss. The woman seems shocked, but she reciprocates, and after a few moments, she relaxes, and even melts into the hero.

And that's when they make their move.

They open their mouth wide and take the woman in, gulping gently. It's such a smooth motion that the woman clearly hasn't even realized what's going on yet. The hero is experienced with this; in just a few swallows, she's halfway down their gullet. By this point, she's surely realized what's going on. As if on cue, she starts to squirm and writhe... But she's too far gone now. Just a few more swallows, and she's gone, disappearing past the hero's lips forever.

Their stomach swells and sags to accommodate their meal, and the fabric of their uniform stretches over their engorged stomach. Now this feeling is one they can never get enough of - the afterglow of having just fed. They lumber over to the bed and sit down heavily, blowing out a breath. Their stomach lets out a low grumble, and it begins to undulate and contract around its unwilling occupant.

"Sorry, darling," The hero murmurs, running their hands over their swollen belly. As far as the hero knows, digestion isn't exactly painful... But it's not comfortable, either, with the prey being squished into a ball and squeezed and groped by fleshy stomach walls.

The hero's stomach shifts and bucks a little as their meal squirms and writhes. She even makes a few pleas from within... But it's too heavily muffled by fat, muscle, and fabric to be discerned.

"Try to get comfortable," The hero whispers. "We'll be getting rather acquainted with each other over the next few hours."

As if on cue, a loud, low gurgle emanates from the hero's stomach.

It ends up taking a LOT longer than just a few hours. The squirms pick up in intensity as digestion ramps up. Try as they might, the hero can't resist letting soft moans fall from their lips. This just feels so GOOD. Soon enough, the sounds of digestion pick up, too, and it starts to get loud. If anyone was walking past the hero's room and stopped to listen, they'd have a good idea of what exactly was going on.

Unfortunately for the prey... It's not going to end well. By the end of the night, they'll be pumping through the pred's bowels, digested and churned into submission by the hero's powerful stomach.

#v.ore #tw vore #vore tw #soft vore #fatal vore #digestion #tw fatal vore #implied digestion #unwilling prey #female prey #ambiguous pred #semi-painful digestion

[dontfeelsogreat]

Now this... This is a mystery to me.

I recorded these sounds few years ago. I remember that I ate something really heavy and I wanted to record digestion sounds, but I fell asleep.

And this is what I heard when I woke up. I was so confused. I still am. If anyone can tell me what exactly my stomach was doing here, please tell me.

It sounds like a lot of foam is being mangled by my stomach. All the content got liquefied and now it's moving around in my stomach that's trying very hard to digest it. And the most interesting thing is that the same sound is repeated every 4 seconds for like, 10 minutes.

#stomach #sick belly #upset belly #upset stomach #belly sounds #stomach gurgling #stomach growling #belly pain #stomach ache #belly ache #full belly #belly sloshing #belly noises #full tummy #upset tummy #tummy noises #tummy sounds #stomach sounds #stomach noises #digestion #digestion sounds #stuffed stomach #full stomach #indigestion

[goldkirk]

question: have any of you personally seen a dietician (not looking for experiences with nutritionists, only dieticians), and did you find it helpful or useful, and if you did see a dietician and you ALSO have seen a GI doctor, how did the experience compare for you in terms of helpfulness + how much you felt listened to and helped?

#i'm trying to figure out which doctor appointments I want to bother making and spending money about for potentially no return on investment #and right now i'm trying to figure out if I'd get way more practical help from a dietician or if I need to suck it up and find a #not-elderly not-male not-dismissive GI doctor first and THEN see a dietician #although I cannot afford a bunch of tests #so like??? #trying to figure out if a dietician would be more helpful overall with me not HAVING any GI diagnoses or eating disorders #and just really struggling with food in both sensory ways and unpredictable digestion ways that don't correlate with food allergies #god i sometimes wish i had food allergies so i could have some predictability #but yeah. i'm leaning towards dietician but figured i should crowdsource experiences #since I know a lot of you have health issues you've also been trying to manage for years and probably have good advice #if it helps i'm also in a major city now and have a decent-but-not-great health insurance plan so I'm good on those two fronts #to do #health #I know a dietician can't diagnose anything but I'd love help figuring out how to get maximum nutrition even when i can barely eat anything #or when my body decides to start getting sick from or (tw emetophobia) puking up fiber or fatty foods #which thankfully isn't often #now that I do cannabis daily in microdosing I have so much less pain and bloating and nausea #but when it hits it HITS #and the last time I tried going without cannabis for a couple days and then eating a fiber muffin I was sick six times in one morning #and didn't get my normal eating ability back until dinnertime #luckily that's not normal for me #but my issues bounce up and down so much #and I lose weight so fast whenever my appetite goes from 'barely ever there' to 'negatively nonexistent' #and I had like. two months last year where I think i reached my body's natural healthy set weight #and i needed so much food but it felt so good energy wise and temperature wise #and i'd like to STAY THERE FFS #and I feel like a dietician would be helpful for making meal options for good #*good and hard and nuclear alert level eating difficulty times #anyway. crowdsourcing. yay!

[a-welsh-spoonie]

After 10 days of use, I can safely say that CBD tea seems to consistently help with my near-constant nausea and intestinal pain after eating

#CBD #cbd tea #nausea #digestive issues #spoonie #chronic illness #ehlers danlos syndrome #ehlers danlos #chronic pain

[blazersparker]

How r we feeling abt mermaid Zane and sailor Kai.....

#marbleztalks #WILL DRAW THEM !!! once my. stupid stomach pain goes away.... #took painkillers but. yhey might make it Worse #hopefully not i think im gonna start crying rn #ironic bcuz my dad is literally a gastroenterologist #most hes done is hand me free samples from sponsorships #ok this is. a ninjago posy idk why im ranting abt my digestive issues #sorry gang