(Warning, fairly graphic vore, digestion, and post-vore implications ahead)

I can’t wait for the mushy mess of my body to gurgle & slosh wetly beneath your touch as you massage the gelatinous bulge of your grumbling gut, your firm, excited hands helping to pump & squeeze the chymal slop into your intestines with a series of wet, pulpy slurps & groans.

I can only imagine how good you’ll feel once the thick mess of meaty stew slowly starts to fill your lower guts, stretching & swelling the hefty length of your bowels, stuffing them to the brim with sludge.

I can just picture your bloated, overworked large intestine groaning and squelching deafeningly, letting out countless sickening grumbles, hisses, and creaks as my messy remains are slowly pumped further through your dank, smelly innards, inch by inch.

It’s so easy to see myself as slurry in your guts, slowly solidifying and forming into dense lumps of waste, squeezed together into increasingly thick logs. Can’t you just imagine feeling the remains of an entire person crammed and compacted in your straining, bloated colon?