justurnedpred
leoricthebonerking asked:
I'd love to take the same trip as your BFF, from start to end. Even if I didn't live on as sentient fat, being a stomach bulging meal, and a satisfying visit to the bathroom is enough. 🥺
Wow… You really want me to eat you.. why?
justurnedpred
Hungry ~
Aw crap. My stomach just won’t stop growling. It’s practically shaking with hunger. I’ve never needed to eat so bad in my life. The thing is though… I’ve had my normal meals plus snacks and it’s just not really even scratched a dent?
Another problem is some of my other friends are asking where… Well… The first friend went and I’m not sure what to say? I didn’t know vore was a thing till I ate her but it seems there’s a lot more of us out there… Eating people. It actually popped up on the news yesterday. Like I’ve no idea what’s started this but… It’s a thing now. So fuck idk maybe I should tell them the truth? If I explain they might understand?
Also wow I’ve gotten a few requests now from people who want me to eat them and I was wondering… What is so sexy about that?
hornyvorewhore
55-a-55
“Pet, come here,” I obey my master without question. He holds out his palm and I position myself in the center before he lifts his palm up to his face. I’m so close that I can feel the puffs of breath coming from his nose.
“Close your eyes, Pet. Stay still for me,” Master coaxes. I close my eyes and let the tension fade from my shoulders. I’m not sure what Master wants but I’ll always be good for him.
I flinch slightly as a warm, wet mass gently rubs over my bare body. Alarmed and confused, I attempt to turn my head out if the last of what I now realize is a tongue. Master doesn’t like that very much and brings his other hand to hold my head still as he pulls away slightly.
“Stay. Still.” The words are firm and absolute and I have no choice but to submit. Master has never been this firm with me before, always so gentle and caring. His fingers remain to hold me into place as his tongue once again seeks me out.
I endure several more minutes of being tasted before master pulls back again. His eyes are nothing like I’m used to. His pupils are huge, drowning out any of the gentle master I had come to know.
“Master-“,
“Shhhhhh...” Master interrupted my inquiries. “Everything’s okay, just relax,” All of this feels foreign and strange. I have no idea what he has in mind.
“I need you to obey, sweet thing,” I nod without question. Anything master wants.
“Crawl inside,” I wasn’t sure what Master was talking about until he abruptly decided to move things along.
My master’s lips part and his maw yawns open, giving me a clear view of the tongue that I had been aquainted with earlier as well as the surrounding slick flesh. His throat shifts as he breathes. His fingers nudge my back, shoving me over until my forearms land on his tongue and I’m staring headfirst at the back of his mouth. The tongue curls around me slightly, like he’s unable to keep it still while he can taste me. Responding to his commands, I push down my uneasiness and slowly pull the rest of my tiny body into Master’s mouth. All of my body can fit on his tongue and I am reminded by our differences in a striking way.
Suddenly the light illuminating the mouth around me is blacked out when Master closes his lips. The tongue under me takes that as a cue to buck and push me to the roof of the mouth, running over me and suckling my form. Almost deafening sounds of pleasure echo up from Master’s throat indicating how much he’s enjoying this. Enjoying me. I don’t know why he’s doing this but I am happy that I’m making my master happy. I continue to be smothered by my master’s tongue, feeling every bump of every taste bud against my skin. Within minutes I am soaked with saliva.
“Why, Master?” My words echo around in his mouth and he responds by prying his lips and tugging me out of his mouth my my arms, strings of saliva bridge between my body and his lips.
“Mmmm because you’re so yummy, my pet,” Master looks so pleased as he says it. I can see it in his eyes. “Now hush, let me have my fun.”
With that, Master’s mouth gapes open once more and his tongue guides me inside before slurping me in like a noodle. I am once again surrounded my complete darkness and humid air. Though this time, Master seems to want to go further. The mouth holding me tilts on an angle and I have no choice but to slide down his tongue until my legs hit his throat. The muscle immediately latches onto me and catches my fall.
My lower body is compressed and held tight by the muscle of Master’s throat while my arms grip the back of his tongue the best I can. His tongue lifts and pushes into my face, scrubbing tastebuds over me as if to give me one last good taste. I run my fingers over the bumps trying to find a handhold to steady myself. He hums and his tongue pulls away only to return to shove me down into the slick tightness below me, swallowing me whole.
I slide down before the pressure halts me and another gulp forces me along. Master has to swallow a few more times to get me down.
I feel encompassed by Master. His flesh squeezes and tugs me along while his heartbeat and breaths are persistent noises booming through my ears.
As my decent ends I land in a cramped and wet space, much hotter than the mouth I had been aquainted with. I know where I am. I’m where food goes, but I’m not food. Master has some silly ideas sometimes.
I feel around the walls and find myself completely enclosed. As I touch I can hear my master let out a purr of contentment and the walls flex and shift in response. Quiet gurgling begins emitting from the flesh around me. I continue caressing for a while because it seems like Master enjoys it.
The walls surrounding me begin to close in more, restricting the already tight space and cradling my form in pulsing movements. Loud groans and gurgles vibrate my surroundings and fill my ears. The walls close in and the sounds get more frequent with each passing moment.
“M-Master? When will you let me out?”
“You’re not going anywhere, pet. Just relax, I’ll take care of you.”
Master and I both cease our words and sit in silence. The longer I sit in this dark place the harder it becomes for me to breathe and my head feels fuzzy. I slump against the elastic walls around me and my container tightens in response, more than happy to squeeze me into a tighter ball. Louder groans sound while I start to feel something on my skin. It... tingles?
“M-Master... I feel... dizzy... n’ tingly...” I can barely make my words audible enough to reach his ears. After I speak, a kind of pressure pushes into me. I imagine Master is rubbing his full belly.
“Shhhhhhhh... it’s alright, Pet. Just let it happen,” Master’s words are smooth and gentle, the only thing around me that is familiar and I cling to it. I’ve always obeyed. I must keep obeying.
The organic noises around me start to sound more distant and soft as it gets harder to think. I feel sleepy and slump into a more comfortable position. It’s hot and tight and hard to breathe but it is my master’s will, I should trust him and obey.
Right...?
galorejasmine
swallow-me-whole-deactivated202
When it comes to humiliation in vore, one of my favorite concepts is a pred who’s proud of her prey. A pred who wants to show off “what they caught” like some sort of morbid, prized possession.
Things like rubbing her stomach, showing off the curve it takes with its inhabitant shivering with fear inside or maybe demanding her prey send her snapchats inside her so she can show off to her friends.
And while everyone is fondly noticing the pred’s meal, they’re down there utterly embarrassed at their position and how they’re being objectified.
It’s just so…
Unf, good.
I need to make a longer appreciation post for this soon~
sweetietoothed
succulentsnak asked:
How plump do you tend to end up getting after a typical meal? When your bulging belly finishes churning a person or two down into a mass of fattening, gurgling mush sloshing and groaning about inside of your swollen tum, how many pounds usually end up packed away on your plushy frame?
Hmm.. after gulping down somebody around my size, I gain about 5-10 pounds. My metabolism is pretty slow, so it would take about a week and a half of someone squirming and writhing in me before they’re completely digested. They’ll either make my clothes fit snugly, or make them too tight, but either way, eating someone puts a lot of weight on me. It would be a huge inconvenience if they weren’t so delicious and filling, and if they didn’t feel so good churning away.
tummy-gurgles
thevoraciouscanine
Anonymous asked:
rip-in-parp-deactivated20181123 answered:
Especially when the wet gurgles are super long and it sorta sounds like the sound of the liquids passing through the sphincter into the intestine and making that squeeeelchy squishy noise
spooky-hungry
You’ve done everything you could to prepare the perfect anniversary present, befitting the perfect girlfriend. A shy, bookish girl with freckles on her cheeks and brown hair to her shoulders. You made sure that nobody would trace where she disappeared to; you displayed her finely on a dining tray, covered in savory sauces atop a bed of lettuce; and now, all that was left of her was a pair of wriggly feet in your girlfriend’s drooling mouth, until, with another swallow, those, too, vanished into that black abyss of a throat.
It was such a rare treat that dhecwas able to indulge like this! Assured you’d covered every aspect of her meal’s disappearance, your beloved felt comfortable taking those last few gulps, the last bit of the girl bulging out her stretchy neck for one final moment before her imprint disappeared into her soft body completely. Wriggle as she might, all of her was pressed, slowly but surely, though her tightened esophageal sphincter, down into that waiting stomach. Her stomach was designed to process food, not to be comfortable; and so, her meal found herself treated like any other bit of food, compacted into that tightened, sweltering sauna of a gut, curled up into a tight ball halfway submerged in a bubbling, hot cauldron of digestive enzymes. It was like a private jacuzzi in there, at over a hundred degrees fahrenheit or so, packed away deep beneath the layers of pudge adorning your girlfriend’s tummy, joined only by the half-digested bits of food that contributed to the gastric miasma proliferating what little air her prey could get.
Naturally, she struggled quite obstinately against such disgusting, inhospitable confines - but her rebelliousness only left your girlfriend moaning in bliss, and gave you quite the show, watching that massive belly slosh and bulge and shift with the clear contours of the girl imprisoned within. It sent chills up your spine just to feel over the smooth, taut skin of that gut, and feel movement just beneath your fingers. Her gut was roaring to life, each organ like a musician in some grand orchestra, with wet gurgles, churns and sloshes for instruments, playing some grand symphony to signal yet another entire person being added to your girlfriend’s growing figure. No wonder she’s tripled in size since she met you. It was no wonder you soon lost yourself in that tummy, hugging it close, pressing yourself against that smooth, tumultuously bulging dome of a gut, groping and massaging it as if in pure adoration for every inch, sending kisses up and down its circumference and licks over her navel, massaging your thumbs into key pressure points and eliciting further moans from your lover’s lips. For the rest of the night, you would be in eachother’s embrace, her little belly prisoner an unwitting participant in your courtship. At times, you would be on top, lavishing your lover’s body with kiss and massages and all the affection you could muster, helping it process its latest meal to further augment her perfect figure - and at other times, she would be upon you, crushing and smothering you beneath her taut belly, her chubby rump or her pillowy breasts, enveloping you in her soft body almost as much as she had done her prey; for you felt no particular need for ‘air’ as long as it was supplanted by your lover’s touch. Her prey would take days to stop squirming, and weeks still for her meat to be processed completely, meaning the two of you had many days to enjoy her company and watch how many pounds she ends up adding to your girlfriend’s figure.
It was the perfect anniversary present, indeed.
spooky-hungry
Currently wish I had a big tummy full of mushy, gurgly, mostly digested prey so I could take big handfuls of tum and slosh it noisily all around.
weightywritings-adiposeart
Bonnie has the money to be a mutual gainer ’n cover you as your Feeder and I will never let that down-
depravity-disposed