The tastiest treat

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A pred’s perspective: (digestion, fatal vore)

I smile devilishly at you, and lick my lips, opening my mouth wide as I bend forwards and press my hungry, salivating mouth firmy against your forehead. Slowly, steadily, my jaws begin to widen, my lips sliding further and further apart across your face and head

“Mhhhhhhh…… Uhhhhhhhmmmmmm…..”

I moan happily as your sweet flavor fills my mouth, while my wriggling tongue slips and slides over every inch of your face, eagerly lapping up the succulent flavor. My drooling lips slide hungrily down over your chin and the back of your neck, sealing your entire head within the hot, wet confines of my cavernous, slurping maw. As the top of your head begins to press against the back of my throat, hot streams of saliva dribble down from my maw down onto your body while my luscious lips work their way over your neck and shoulders.

My tight throat eagerly gulps and sucks, slurping your head deep into it’s slick, greedy, pulsating confines. I place my hand against my throat, feeling the imprint of your face tightly pressed against the thin, muscular skin. The rings of tough cartilage lining my throat squeeze and constrict, tightening around your head, slowly working you deeper into the tight, slimy tube as your chest fills my mouth, and begins to follow your head down into the depths of my gullet.

My throat pulsates and contracts around you, squeezing your wriggling body as your face smooshes up against a tight, muscular ring of flesh nestled at the bottom of my throat. The greedy sphincter slowly gapes open, greedily sucking and slurping at your head, eager to gulp you down into the depths of my hot, humid gut. As you slide closer to your inevitable fate in my swampy stomach, my lips slither over your hips, and wrap happily around your kicking, struggling thighs.

My plump potbelly begins to swell and distend, the soft, pudgy skin bulging and stretching outwards inch by inch as your struggling body is crammed into my damp, smelly gut. I groan with satisfaction, and slap my quaking, shifting belly, feeling you push and shift wildly within my depths as I slowly slurp your supple legs up like luscious noodles

I playfully lick your feet, running my tongue over your wiggling toes as your the bulge of your knees slowly slide down the length of my throat. Finally, after deciding that I’ve toyed with you enough, I decide to finish it. I close my mouth tightly over your feet, sealing the entirety of your body within mine, before giving one, final, triumphant gulp, sending the rest of my wriggling meal sliding down into my hungry gut

“UUURRRRRRPP!!!!”

I laugh, and let out a thunderous belch, slapping my bulging abdomen playfully

“Enjoying your accommodations, meat? Better get used to that gut, because the rest of your short– URRP! ah, pathetic life will be spent in that gut!”

I let out a heavy sigh, and burp once more, happily rubbing my grumbling gut as I make my way to the bed, and flop down, feeling your weight shift and move within me.

“All your life up until this point you probably thought you were a person who mattered and deserved to live a normal life. But that’s not the case. Let’s be real here. Your worthless little body is meant to feed hungrier beings like me, and deep down, you know it.”

Within the cramped confines of your hot, squishy prison, the muscular walls hug you tightly, gently squeezing your trembling form. The gurgling, pulsating folds of slimy, meaty flesh envelop you completely, nearly smothering you with their hot, powerful embrace.

“You probably don’t want to be digested. But my gut says otherwise, and deep down, so does your body. You’re nothing but food gutslut. Your body knows that you’re food, your instincts know that you’re food, my belly knows that you’re food, hell, even your DNA knows you’re only food….”

I giggle, and clench my abdominal muscles, squeezing your helpless body as I caress and stroke my distended gut, gently rubbing the swollen outline of your figure. The powerful, muscular walls press into you with terrifying strength, squeezing the breath from your lungs and the air from my gut, forcing a hot, gassy bubble of wind to race up my throat and erupt noisily from my lips

“BRRRAAAPPP!!! Ahhhhhh! You really hit the spot, my dear little treat, it feels so good!”

The dripping, juicy walls of my belly continue to rub and squeeze you, smearing warm, thick, gooey mucus over your breathless, gasping body. The powerful undulations don’t let up, and I feel your weary figure collapse helplessly within me, giggling wickedly as you go limp inside of my gut, falling still and silent as the walls continue to marinate your tender flesh with the thick slime.

“URP! BRRRUUUP! Ahhh!”

I noisily belch once more as my warm gut shifts and pulses around your weak, vulnerable body. A happy grunt and another noisy burp escapes my lips as you gently twitch and spasm inside of me, shifting around about within the hot, steaming pit of my stomach.The slime and mucus coating the thick walls of my gut and your helpless body is whisked and worked into a frothing, bubbly mess of foamy, sticky slime by the flexing, pulsating walls, noisily churning and groaning as they work away, preparing to melt my meal down to mush.

I sigh happily as my burbling gut softly quivers and shivers, the warm, thick layers of flabby, doughy flesh weighing down on your helplessly wriggling form as the heat in the humid chamber begins to grow to sweltering levels

“Having fun in there yet, my snack? Have you started to enjoy the way my gut is tenderizing your soft, sweet meat?”

My belly lets out an eager rumble, the pulsating, slick walls trembling excitedly as they press into you, massaging your soft flesh with their strong, hungry flexes and squeezes. Another ravenous growl rumbles up from the depths of my impatient, hungry gut, ominously growing deeper and louder with each passing second.

“Do you hear that, meat? My stomach is impatient! It’s getting tired of just holding your weak, helpless body prisoner; it’s hungry, and it’s tired of waiting to feed…”

My gut groans impatiently as the walls flex and squeeze you roughly in anticipation. The temperature of my stomach is now truly uncomfortable, the meaty walls hot enough to cause discomfort with a slight touch to your tender flesh. The powerful, merciless walls of your fleshy prison continue to violently squeeze and thrash your weary, battered form, leaving aching bruises and bumps all over your helpless, weak form. I continue to squeeze and clench around your sweaty body as the frothy mucus grows hotter and thicker, filling my stomach with the stench of bile

My belly lets out a triumphant groan as the walls press inwards, smearing the thick, bubbling froth into your tender flesh. The stench of bubbling acid fills the tight, hot space, overwhelming the senses with it’s putrid aroma as your flesh begins to sizzle and bubble, slowly melting away as the churning juices grow stronger and pool up around you, filling the chamber slowly

I smirk cruelly, overwhelmingly pleased with the knowledge that I had complete and total domination over you. Your’re helpless, unable to even struggle as you’re melted into slush, completely at the mercy of my cruel, uncaring gut, and we both know it.

“BWOOAARRPP!!!!!”

I feel your body go lifeless and limp within me, tensing up and growing firm as the powerful sheets of muscle squeeze you tighter than ever before, pressing your body into a helpless ball before your soft, mushy, acid soaked form bursts like a hot, meaty water balloon, drenching the walls of my stomach with the liquified remains of your pulpy, crushed up corpse. I burp noisily once more, this one much wetter and meatier, sending a soggy, half digested pair of panties shooting out from between my contented lips, hitting the wall with a wet “splat!” as I let out a happy sigh, and lie down on my back, letting the sloshy bulge of chunky meat sag down between my legs. A hungry gurgle echoes up from my happy gut as the pulpy chunks within begin to be broken down and dissolved by acid, the sloppy mess churning and frothing noisily

I place my hand against my bloated, gurgling stomach, and give it an experimental shake, giggling wickedly as I feel your soupy remains slosh and splash beneath my touch, shaking and wobbling my swollen gut like a water balloon. A low, noisy gurgle rises up from the sloshy mess, and the churning human stew begins to bubble and gurgle as it drains down into my dank, groaning bowels, preparing to be absorbed and converted into yet another layer of jiggling pudge for my tubby gut.

“Thanks for the meal, it was certainly the best I’ve had in a while… It’ll take quite some time to sleep the rest of you off…”

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Can you imagine how wonderful it would be if we were ever alone together, and I had the chance to satisfy my hunger? (Implied fatality and digestion)

I can just imagine how gleeful I’d be as I lazily walk towards you, taking my sweet time and relishing your fear with a hungry gleam in my eyes. My plump potbelly would wobble and shake with each step, letting out a low, ominous rumble as I grew nearer and nearer.

I’d slowly rub the growling dome of soft flesh, sinking my fingers into my own pale, doughy skin, feeling the flab squish beneath my touch as I hungrily lick my lips. Within moments, my curvaceous figure would be upon you, and I’d be pressing my chubby gut against your trembling body, pinning you against the wall as my mouth begins to water. My lithe arms would reach out towards you, and my fingers would gently prod your shivering form

Can you imagine how noisy my belly’s playful grumbles would be as you struggled against it’s weight? I sure can~

Oh, I’d probably giggle wickedly at your futile struggles, before slowly bowing my head, leaning forward to lick your cheek.

I’d just love to slap my belly, and let all of that soft chub jiggle and wobble violently against you as I gaze down at you with a satisfied smile, enjoying absolutely every second of your fearful panic. I’d love every last delicious moment as I slowly lean forward again, letting my hot breath wash over your face as I press my lips against the side of your neck. I’d especially love to taunt you about your fate, and whisper menacingly into your ear, my voice dripping with sadistic glee.

I’d be so delighted to go into exquisite detail over how this his hungry gut would be going to shred you down into a pulp, and how it was going to be slow and painful. It would be so fun, teasing you over the fact that soon you’d become mulch in my guts, like the food that you are.

I’d probably hesitate before actually indulging in my meal, of course. I’d spend a few moments looking hungrily into your fearful eyes, letting the dreadful silence fill with anticipation of the upcoming horrors, before breaking the silence one, final time with my cruelly hungry taunts.

I’d be quite happy to point out that your hopes and dreams mean nothing. I’d carefully tell you that your potential and life is worthless. I’d make sure that you understand that your entire existence had been building up to this point, only to amount to absolutely nothing more than food. I mean, come on, it’s not like I would be robbing the world of anyone important by ending your life. At that point, your purpose in existence would pretty much be nothing more than to feel good and filling as you slide down into my ravenous guts.

Fight all you want gutslut…. It just makes it feel better for me

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Student Lunch (Vore Story)

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Coco came to class waddling. Her left arm was cradling her massive gut, her right arm resting on top of it, massaging in tiny circles. As she plopped down in her chair, her stomach gave a very audible churn as the thick contents shifted. Coco moaned with relief, and then turned her attention to the teacher who was starting the class.

It seemed as though only Coco was paying attention to the teacher though. The rest of the class seemed fixated on the larger than usual parts of Coco. For instance, her breasts, which were usually a mere B cup, had now swollen to a full, fat and milk filled DDD cup. They were spilling over her bra, red and tight. Every so often, Coco would give them a good squeeze and let out a rich moan.

Coco’s ass was barely being contained by her athletic shorts. The stretchy material was basically eaten by her two, new, massive cheeks. Her ass pooled over the edges of her chair, too big to fit.

Tina, a student, felt her own curiosity take hold of her. The sight of Coco looking so big and round and full made her want to help Coco continue with this. Tina crawled from under the table until she reached Coco’s side. Coco’s huge stomach grazed the floor as Coco balanced the heavy contents between her thighs. Tina reached two hands over it, and gave it a hearty squeeze. Tina felt the chyme from her past student meal move and squelch between her hands. Coco moaned loudly, and her stomach churned and gurgled even louder. 

Tina continued to knead and massage Coco’s gut, working down the sloshy, soupy mess inside of her. Coco continued to shudder and moan, much to everyone’s distraction. Coco’s breasts continued to swell, now draping over her bra, her shirt barely containing them. Tina rubbed the underside of the gut and Coco threw her head back in pleasure. 

Tina then pushed down on it, moving all of the rich, thick liquid down with it. It gave a loud, burbly “Glorpsh!” in response. Just as the teacher (who was pretty fed up with this) was about to reprimand Tina, the bell rung. Coco grabbed Tina’s arm and pulled her up close, so that she was practically resting on her belly, and whispered “If you stop, you’ll be joining her”. Tina gulped, and went back to massaging.

Vorish Scenario

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Imagine swallowing your prey and feeling them move their way down inside you from you throat to your abdomen, feeling it press on the outside of your upper ribs until it finds it place with a lurch in your stomach. 

Imagine you grinding on your struggling prey because the movements make you so horny.

Imagine you pressing your stomach down on the floor because the feeling of prey moving on your inner walls feels so good.

Imagine feeling your stomach break down the prey, feeling every pop, crunch, churn, movement of meat and liquid press against your stomach walls. 

Imagine having a friend rub your engorged belly as you digest, their hands softening and breaking down the meat that’s inside you. Imagine them pressing down and you feeling the distribution of chyme and liquid inside your gut.

Imagine your tits feeling swollen and heavy with milk and fat, virtually bursting out of their bra.

Imagine your ass hanging out of your pants, snapping your thong with it’s massive new cheeks. 

Imagine your stomach full of digested prey, sagging large and heavy over you legs, sloshing and gurgling heavily with every step you take. Imagine feeling the liquid burble and churn as you walk.

Imagine having to buy new shirts because you have a new layer of fat on your stomach that jiggles and sags. 

Does anyone else ever just fantasize about being swallowed and digested by their lover/partner while somebody else goes down on them, rubbing and squishing their taut, swollen, overstuffed belly as they make love, prompting a few uncontrollable, excited burps, gasps, grunts, and moans as your remains slowly melt down into hot, sloshy goop.

And then once they’re done, they just lay in bed and cuddle and giggle as they playfully squish and jiggle your pred’s soft, malleable potbelly, sloshing and churning your sloppy remains around as your former lover noisily belches up all of the bubby gas squeezed out of their overstuffed gut.

Does anyone else ever think about this stuff and just get incredibly hot and bothered?

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My life’s purpose (vore and implied digestion)

My whole life, I just assumed that I was a normal person who just deserved to lead a normal existence. But that’s not the case. Let’s be real here. My worthless, skinny little twink body is meant to feed superior beings, and deep down, I know it. All of my hopes, dreams, and aspirations mean nothing. My personality and worth as a human melts away in the face of any pred’s overwhelming need for more food.

And if I’m being honest with myself, I wouldn’t want to be eaten and digested. But deep down, I know that I’m nothing but food. Nothing more than a gutslut, a juicy slab of meat meant to fatten some lucky pred up. My body knows that I’m food, my instincts know that I’m food, hell, even my DNA knows I’m only food….

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