#vore lore

[philicheesecake]

Lexie was kind enough to horrifyingly demonstrate how giants jaws work

(Lexie uses she/they/it pronouns)

#implied vore #vore art #vore anatomy #ul lore #vore lore #lexie samaritan

[angeban]

Dang the vore anon finally came off anon and you threw them under the bus

as far as I've been told there are actually multiple voreanons

#vore lore #the vore saga

[feladi-vore]

Feral Feladi makes herself seem like she’s a slightly chubby but fairly normal feral kitty, but her body is actually a spacial anomaly which shy can control. Think of it like objects which are bigger on the inside, but for her whole body inside and everything. She can make herself appear smaller than she is in most forms of physical interaction, like fooling physics into treating her as smaller than she is. So when she eats an entire train and gains no weight it’s because all that mass is going to someone who is already the size of a planet and can’t reasonably get much bigger. This size only matters if your a planet unlucky enough to fall to her hunger, or you ever try to attack her, for most people she’s just a cute normal kitty <3 

...well a very hungry and overly confident cute normal kitty, the best kind ;33

I came up with all this lore because I recently got really into planet vore and felt I needed a justification as to why one of my sonas could do it X33

#vore lore

[tgawsome121]

Back from Vacation! Now for the Christmas rush... by Tgawsome

Not fantasy related per say... but still important information about this new writing project. Lost of pics in the status update as well as some world-building for my more modern setting. The Night Shift Univers.

#same size vore #soft vore #vore belly #unwilling vore #vore fanfic #vore fatal #vore belch #vore lore #vore worldbuilding

[afraidparade]

the minds that brought you pazu have a new pathetic little blorbo to offer you

#oc: Lam #oc: pazu #the two humans don't have names yet #if ur new here refer to ghoststories lore as to why spirits eat each other #itsybitsyghost #that's the tag for now until i think of something better #g/t #comic #giant/tiny #vore tw #g/t ocs #long post

[cyncerity]

Karlnapity doodles??? 🥺 The bbs <3

YES YES YES MY BOYS MY BOYSSSS

TY SQUISHY I WILL TAKE ANY AND EVERY EXCUSE TO BE ABLE TO DRAW THESE THREE THEY MEAN THE WORLD TO ME

ok so i kinda went crazy here cause it’s almost 2 am and i said “hey there’s an idea i’ve had for going on 3 years that i keep saying i’ll animate and never do.” so i finally did.

this is for a very very old au, it’s actually the first au on this blog and has 1 story; which is karlnapity. I won’t go into all the lore and stuff but i’ll link that story here for those of you who weren’t here in 2021, it’s how they ended up together in this au <3. Basis is Sapnap is a human, Quackity is an avian, and Karl is an Ermine hybrid borrower.

#this took so long #i’m about to go make mac and cheese at 2am and annoy my roommates #but fr i mentioned the idea behind this in a post from (i think?) 2021 and despite the fact that I POSTED IT i can never find it #but yeah genuinely i’ve wanted to make this forever #cyncerity #mcyt gt #mcyt g/t #tw vore #soft vore #safe vore #vore animation #vore art #g/t vore #dsmp vore #mcyt vore #giant!sapnap #tiny!karl #giant!quackity #sizeshifter!quackity #g/t karlnapity #<- he doesn’t shift in the gif but if you scrolled down here congrats! you get lore!! #Q is a sizeshifter and was born a duck borrower hybrid but has trauma related to being small so he doesn’t ever shrink #Sapnap and Karl don’t know this #it’s impossible in this au for humans to have animal traits but neither of them know that #Schlatt (Q’s roommate) does but Q begged him not to tell his boyfriends

[safety-writes-noms]

I finally finished drawing the bot! Robots are harder to draw than they look 😢. Anyways here are two brand new oc’s! I may have set myself up since I made the bot’s design kinda complicated and it’ll be a real pain to try and draw again. And he’s a bit wonky. But it’s okay I’m just happy with the results. The bot’s name is Orion, the human’s name is Jane. She was poached from earth and managed to escape by hijacking a pod. She crash lands in a giant city inhabited by huge sentient robots and has to find a way back to earth with the help of Orion. There’s a language barrier between them tho so it makes things kinda hard — especially in the beginning.

#sfw vore #extreme cuddling #sw talks abt ocs #sw lore dump #sw. art #Orion and Jane #WHY DID HER HEAD GET CUT OFF GRR #nonsexual vore

[yuco-the-alien116]

Day 4: Safety

(Little story with this)

I know she's a bad person.

I know she has hurt, let alone killed hundreds.

I know she is dangerous.

...but...

I can't let them hurt her.

It's not her fault, right?

She doesn't want to just hurt people.

She wants to help people.

People like me...

...

I couldn't just leave her there.

I couldn't let them find her and...

Who knows what they would have done to her.

No one deserves to be tortured...

Not even you, Cam

"Thank you.. D..."

"Shhh... just rest, Cam..."

"B-but..."

"It's ok ... I'm here to protect you.. now get some rest.."

"Hehe.. whatever you say Doc..."

"Heh... still a jokester even in this state?"

"Yup. Just for you.."

"Well, thank you... now rest... please?"

"Ok Detective... I will.. for you.."

"...thank you..."

Even the Detective knows when things go to far.

#cam speaks #safe vore #soft vore #nonsexual vore #comfort vore #extreme cuddling #kinda lore? #voreville #voreville voretober #oc #oc Detective A #oc Cam #g/t vore

[trashytummies]

hazbin shit lol bc hyperfixation goes brrrr. Y’all get a few paragraphs bc I haven’t written in ages. This is still a wip lol. There will be vore in this, eventually

___

“Ya know, you’re kinda cute like this, Husky~.” Angel purrs as he pokes the miniature Husk.

“Watch it, Legs or—“

“Or what? You’ll bite me? Scratch me?” Angel cocked his head, cackling a bit. “I’d like to see you try, Kitty.”

Husk rolled his eyes as he pushed the giant finger away. All morning, Angel’s been poking fun at his new stature. Well, after he got over the initial shock of the bartender being reduced to the size of a thimble.

Honestly though, he had to look up at Angel anyway, was perceiving the spider demon as a giant really that much different?

Nope. He couldn’t even try rationalizing that. Angel Dust was gigantic, to put it in layman’s terms. Gargantuan, titanic, whatever. He was massive. Thankfully, through means Husk didn’t want to pry into, his hands were strangely gentle and experienced with carrying him. If their roles were reversed, Husk would feel bouldering and awkward, trying to look after such a fragile thing.

It was kinda nice though. Despite Angel’s usual antics, he was surprisingly attentive to Husk’s needs. However, as with all good things in Husk’s life, their banter was cut short by the ringing of Angel’s phone.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out who was on the other end and with Angel tensing up as he fished for his phone in his chest fluff, it could only be —

“Heya Val,” Angel started, and Husk glowered. The hell did that slimy moth want? It was supposed to be Angel’s day off.

#im one of those weird ppl that doesn’t touch things unless I know more about the character #so this came into fruition after finishing the season lol #vore wip #g/t wip #hazbin vore #hazbin g/t #and yes I knew of the character wayyyyy before lol I just like lore mkay #hazbin hotel vore #hazbin hotel g/t

[philicheesecake]

so i'm currently re-reading your comic and i'm wondering! can giants activate their disguise while there's a human inside them? or does something physically stop them from doing so, like a self-preservation mechanism in case the stretching would harm them. alternatively what would've happened if ice was used on set giant?

If they tried to use camo or shrink while there’s a human inside of them, their prey wouldn’t shrink too, and their stomach would stretch so much that it might rupture and kill the giant. It’s possible that they can survive this, but it would be extremely unpleasant. When giants use their camo, they can only shrink nonliving porous things that come in contact with their sweat, like clothing.

#asks #vore lore #v/ore #v.ore #soft vore #vore talk #UL lore

[thefanciestborrower]

Time for a mini giant anatomy lesson featuring James! They got some wack insides and while most of it is explained in the drawing, I’ll go ahead and elaborate a bit under the cut. Uhhh, small warning for mentions of digestion I guess

So mini giants are really cool in the fact that their anatomy is pretty much made to consume and digest large creatures with relative ease. With the stomach in front of their major organs and ribcage and sternum being able to pop out of place, it’s fairly effortless for them to swallow human sized or smaller prey. Their jaw is made more for ripping and tearing than chewing, so I’d say their eating style is more similar to that of a crocodile or lion than anything. However, if it’s small enough then most food will be swallowed whole, and that’s why their digestive system is so wack.

Their heart has hole called a Foramen of Panizza that connects the left and right aorta in their heart and shunts blood straight to their stomach in order to help produce more gastric acid and speed up digestion. Realistically they could digest a human or something similar in about 1 to 1 1/2 weeks, give or take, which eliminates the risk of food going bad while still in their stomach. Their system has no problem processing whole prey items, bones at all. In fact, bones and organ meat are such an essential part of their diet to the point where most of their food is prepared with such things included! They’re also almost exclusively carnivorous so 90 percent of their meals are very meat heavy. 

On top of their stomach is a small third ‘lung’, that is used to cycle oxygen in and out of their stomach, and while this lung is in use, acid production stops. Most people aren’t entirely sure why they would need this process in the first place, but the most widely accepted theory is that it used to help keep prey alive longer so it wouldn’t start to rot before they could properly begin digestion. At any rate, it’s an adaptation that has proven extremely useful in recent years because although mini giants no longer eat live prey for food in any capacity, the craving to do so is still there, so temporarily eating a human friend with the help of said adaptation is an incredibly common practice. 

#Told you they’ve got wack anatomy lol #pretty human on the outside but not so much on the inside #vore mention #digestion mention #discussed in kind of a more biological sense #like they did historically used to eat people for food so while they don’t do that anymore cause it’s highly illegal #their body is still built for it #arts #oc james #lore #oc stuff

[mmmleckerlecker]

The Magic of Christmas

Summary: Santa grants you the gift of a full year in the North Pole with him. What you don’t realize is that YOU will end up being the true gift of Christmas.

Contents: m/?; fatal vore; willing pred; unwilling prey; size-difference; betrayal; painless digestion; long-term; a little bit of soul vore?

Wordcount: 2,398

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It’s the night of Christmas Eve, and you’re already curled up, fast asleep in bed. Until suddenly you are awoken by someone gently shaking your shoulder. You blink your eyes open and are startled to find someone standing above you. You gasp and sit up. The stranger in your room is dressed all in red and sports a great white beard. As you come to, you realize you’re looking at the man himself.

“Santa Claus!” you blurt. “What are you doing here?”

He smiles at you. His eyes are as twinkly and his cheeks are as rosy as all the stories say. He’s also much, much bigger than you ever expected. You wonder how he even fits down all those chimneys.

“I’ve been keeping an eye on you since you were a small child,” he explains, his voice warm and rumbling. “Not once have you been on my naughty list, and each year I’ve admired your kindness, thoughtfulness, and your ability to bring joy to other people’s lives. It’s because of this that I want to give you a very special gift this year.”

Your heart is pounding in your chest as you ask, “What is it?”

You’ve always known Santa to be real, even when all your friends grew up and stopped believing in him. And now, to not only get to meet him but to receive such high praise from him… it’s a dream come true.

“As a gift for your enduring generosity,” Santa begins, “I’d like to invite you to spend the next year with me in the North Pole.”

Your jaw drops. You’re so honored by the offer that it takes several stuttering attempts to say, “Yes! I mean, yes please!”

Santa lets out a quiet chuckle, each set of, “ho ho ho,” like music to your ears.

“Come,” he says, holding out a mittened hand. “Let’s go.”

You spend the rest of the night at his side, flying over the earth in his sleigh. You expect to be terrified by the height and speed, but you’re not. You’re exhilarated. There are even several times you stop at a house and Santa returns carrying carrots. He hands them to you and lets you feed the reindeer.

When you’re not feeding reindeer or waiting for Santa as he drops off gifts, the two of you are engaged in conversation. A lot of it is asking questions about the North Pole. Very often, Santa’s only response is, “You’ll see.”

As you talk, you can’t help but notice the faint scent of sugar cookies that emanates from him and the way he has a habit of dotingly rubbing his impressively round belly (like a bowl full of jelly). You don’t think too much of it, however. He’s Santa Claus and he’s everything you’ve ever dreamed of.

At the end of the night, you land in the North Pole and are greeted by hordes of cheerful elves. They’re smiling and laughing as they show you around Santa’s Village before guiding you to your new room where you promptly crawl into your marshmallow soft bed and fall asleep.

The next year goes by like a dream. All the elves make sure to meet your every need. Taking you on sleigh rides, inviting you to snowball fights, teaching you to ice skate, and then always making sure to bring you some cookies and hot chocolate after every meal.

Living in Santa’s village is like living Christmas every day and you couldn’t be happier.

There’s only one small thing that nags at you. And it’s Santa himself.

You see him quite regularly, and every interaction with him is as magical as the last. But as the year goes by, you notice that he starts to lose some of his… glow. The twinkle in his eye grows dim, the rosiness in his cheeks fades away, he loses his distinctive sugar cookie scent, and even his round belly grows smaller and smaller until there’s almost nothing left.

You’re too polite to comment on someone’s appearance, but you also don’t understand how this could be happening. Everything about the North Pole is invigorating and full of life. The longer you live here, the more you feel its influence. You can even see it when you look in the mirror. Each day, your reflection glows a little more brightly, so how could Santa be losing his own glow?

In the last few weeks leading up to Christmas, you truly begin to worry for Santa. At this point, if it weren’t for the beard and red suit, you wouldn’t even be able to tell he’s Santa at all. It’s like all the magic has gone out of him. But whenever you ask if he’s okay, he simply chuckles, pats your head, and assures you not to worry. But you do worry. You even ask the elves about it in hushed tones, but they just laugh and dismiss your concerns.

On the night of Christmas Eve, Santa’s workshop is a whirl of activity as everyone makes last minute preparations for the Big Night, yet Santa looks as un-Santa-like as ever. Still, no one seems concerned about this, least of all Santa. And amidst all the other hustle and bustle, the elves still manage to find time to prepare the grandest feast you have ever seen. Turkey and ham and potatoes and gravy and green beans and cookies and ice cream and cakes and pie.

In the final hour before Santa’s departure, everyone sits down to eat. You’re at the head of the table while Santa sits all the way across from you at the other end. Every dish you try is the tastiest thing you’ve ever eaten. Even more so than all you’ve had in the last year (and you’ve had a lot of good food in the past year.) You can’t help yourself as you try each dish at the table, going back for seconds and then going back for thirds on all you favorites.

The only thing that puts a damper on your spirit is that Santa himself doesn’t really touch his food. But the elves don’t seem perturbed. They’re all feasting away. And when Santa catches you watching him, he smiles that same warm smile at you, a ghost of a twinkle in his eye.

After that, you’re too embarrassed to be caught looking at him again. You put your head down and pretend nothing is amiss. It’s only when you’ve eaten so much you feel like you’re going to burst does the feast end.

As soon as it’s over, the elves swarm about, cleaning up the table. Meanwhile, you hang back, trying to stay out of the way and nervously waiting as Santa makes a few last minute adjustments before his trip. You know your year in the North Pole is nearly up. You know the time to say goodbye is fast approaching. Something tells you that you’ll never see this place again, and the very thought of it fills you with a terrible, aching sadness.

Finally, Santa approaches, and you know it’s time to go.

“Come with me,” he murmurs once he draws near. “There’s one last gift I need to finish and I want you to be a part of it.”

You blink in confusion as he beckons you to follow. This is not what you’d expected, but you’re not going to argue. If Santa needs your help, after all he’s done for you, the least you can do is comply. Besides, if it means staying here a little bit longer, you’ll happily go along with it.

A little uncertainly, you follow him away from all the elves and into Santa’s private workshop. You’ve never been in here before, and you marvel at the wonders within. So many beautifully and masterfully crafted toys. You wonder how in the world you can help with one of these gifts. They all seem perfect already.

You hardly notice when Santa shuts the door quietly behind you. Your attention only returns to him when he puts his hands on your shoulders and turns you to face him.

You swallow as he looks you up and down with his icy blue eyes.

“Wh- what’s the gift you need help with?” you ask, thrown off by the intensity of his gaze.

Instead of answering, he merely smiles again and says, “I’m so very proud of you for all you’ve done to inhabit the spirit of Christmas. If it weren’t for people like you, Christmas wouldn’t be able to happen at all.”

You feel the heat rise in your cheeks. Your heart is soaring with elation. You don’t think you’ve ever received such high praise. “Of course,” you squeak. “You’re welcome.”

“Merry Christmas, my child,” he mutters before leaning down and planting a light kiss on your forehead. You feel a little electric shock go through you from the contact.

And then your insides shift and you freeze as things take an unexpected turn. The kiss turns into something so much more, and suddenly you feel your entire head being engulfed by Santa’s mouth.

It’s only when he begins to swallow you down that you realize something is very wrong. You start to panic. You struggle and kick and beg to be released, but none of it has any effect. You just feel more and more of your body sliding down Santa’s throat and being crammed into his stomach. By the time your feet join you inside, you’re sobbing and fighting for your life. But it’s all in vain. You’re trapped.

After several long minutes of trying to escape, you tire yourself out, curl into a ball, and resign yourself to your fate.

You can’t believe this is happening. After so much wonder and magic, you end up here, betrayed by Santa, someone you’ve loved and trusted your whole life. And you thought he loved you in return.

At least it doesn’t feel too bad in here. It’s actually quite soft and warm with a sugary sweet smell. You’re reminded of that first night you’d met Santa and the sugar cookie scent that had followed him. You’d almost forgotten about that. It had disappeared so long ago…

And then you’re surprised when you feel someone rubbing at you from outside and hear Santa’s voice.

“There you go,” his voice rumbles all around you. “Just relax in there.”

“Santa!” you call and push back where you feel his hand. “Please!”

But Santa doesn’t miss a beat. “Unfortunately, I can’t let you out, but you’re giving the greatest gift anyone can give.”

You go still. “What do you mean?”

You’re not sure if he can hear you, but still he goes on to explain. “You see, I can’t actually produce my own magic. Instead, all magic in this world resides in you, in humans. You attract it to you and absorb it. Only you all cannot sense it or control it. But I can.

“So every year, to keep the magic of Christmas going, I must take the magic from a single human who best inhabits the spirit of Christmas. The past year you’ve spent here has only strengthened the magic within you. I’m sorry to do this, but it’s the only way to rekindle my magic. I hope you understand.”

You kick out and very colorfully explain that you don’t understand, but now you’re sure he can’t hear you because you only receive a distracted pat in response. It’s then you realize there’s nothing else you can do. This is how it ends for you.

You can feel every little movement as Santa leaves his workshop and climbs into his sleigh. And then, for the next few hours, you feel him squeezing through chimneys and stacking presents beneath trees. He doesn’t acknowledge your squirms and occasional kicks beyond a distracted rub and a comforting word. So you’re surprised when you suddenly hear what sounds like him conversing with someone else.

You strain your ears and are able to make out what Santa’s saying, “So as a gift for your enduring generosity, I’d like to invite you to spend the next year with me in the North Pole.”

You go still. You know those words.

Then you hear a muffled reply from whoever Santa is talking to, and before you know it, Santa is back in his sleigh with his new human. For the rest of the night, you listen to the two of them chatting amicably. You even overhear Santa telling them that they can feed the reindeer. And every once in awhile, you can feel Santa lovingly caress you within his stomach. You have flashbacks to one year ago when you were on the outside and witnessed him doing the same.

Then everything clicks together. You’re not the first to end up here. And you certainly won’t be the last.

And so the night comes to a close. You feel Santa return to the North Pole and listen to him bid his new human goodnight before heading to bed himself. As you will yourself to sleep too, you wonder how long this is going to last…

You end up remaining inside Santa for far longer than you expect. From what you can tell, you’re in there for months. You never feel any pain, but you can tell your physical body is slowly being broken down and absorbed. It gets harder and harder to find the strength to move, but every time you do, you’re once more met with a comforting rub and a few soft words.

As the months go by, not only do you lose the strength to move (you’re not even sure if there’s anything left of your physical body to move), but you find it harder and harder to stay conscious of what’s going on outside your little prison. But you’re roused just enough when you hear Santa say one last sentence to someone on the outside.

“I have one last gift to finish, and I want you to be a part of it.”

What little remains of your consciousness flutters a bit as you recognize those words and realize it must have been a full year now. It’s time for you to be replaced.

And just as you have this thought, you feel everything slip away, and you’re met with a void of endless darkness. There’s quiet and freedom. At last, you find peace.

#back at it again with the random Christmas vore #I am sorry not sorry to be public about unconventional pred crush on Santa Claus #also nobody look at me but I might have also accidentally come up with a fuck ton of lore around what creature Santa actually is in this #I could not help myself. anydays. #soft vore #v.ore #size difference vore #fatal vore #painless digestion #soul vore #male pred #willing pred #unwilling prey #long term vore #endosoma

[nom-central]

do you guys ever like...make vore-aligned aus for your fav media or worlds JUST for the purpose of vore?

#speakin words #im only asking bc i have like #a poke.mon gijinka au thats for the sole purpose of letting the pokemon eat ppl/each other #and a. i would like to talk about it bc im adding too much lore to it #and b. i wonder if other people make vore aus for things too

[cuddle-2-electric-boogaloo]

Thinking about pred villain who actually really cares about their subordinates and their wellbeing and will let them sleep in their stomach if that's what it takes for them to be in top evildoing condition.

#and yes this is going to be a thing in the vore lore™️ #safe vore #soft vore #extreme cuddling #vore talk #sfw vore #vore thoughts #i like to vorify various concepts and tropes it would seem