The tastiest treat

Wed, 05 May 2021 23:04:49 -0400

F/M vore, digestion, scat mention

She had sat on the couch for several hours now. Eye unfocused, red and puffy from the crying she had done earlier. In her lap sat her fat and heavy belly. It sloshed and groaned loudly as the meat was further dissolved and absorbed. It was easily half the size of a man; and that’s because it does. Or it did. Now it just contained a goo of meat, acid, and chime.

Hours ago, that meat had been her boyfriend. A kind and loving man who had a particular kink. One that turned out to be fatal as she had feared in the end. See he was a vorephile, one of the prey type. After she accepted his kink, he had spent several months coaxing her into eat him. She had refused adamantly everytime. At first because it sounded crazy, then because she was scared of hurting him.

But then one night they had been drinking, and he asked her again. This time, she had said yes. She would never admit that she enjoyed eating him. Not now, as her hands glided over her busy belly; brows furrowed and lips pulled into a frown. It had been fun at first. But having been drunk already, and then being so full. She couldn’t stop from dozing off.

Which brings her back to the present. Her boyfriend just slop in her belly. So fully digested and already slipping into her intestines. She sobbed for hours after realizing what she had done, but now she just felt numb. More hours pass as her belly continues to shrink and firm up again. The massive ball of flesh now the size of a beach ball. It was so firm under her fingers. All of her boyfriend having been packed into her intestines.

The only reason she knew that he was fully gone was because she felt hungry again. That and she felt a pressure in her lower belly. One that she now could no longer withstand. So slowly she pushes herself off of the couch and slowly waddles to the restroom. Her hand craddling her impossibly heavy belly.

She drops onto the toilet and caress her belly. Thinking about how this mass of shit inside her used to be her boyfriend. A living, breathing person. Someone she had planned in marrying one day. He was now just a load of shit and fat across her body.

She felt the first hard log poke out of her asshole and she vore down hard. Desperate to get this whole ordeal over with. It came out of her in a long coil and she had to force herself to stop so she can flush. Then relaxing again to let more shit out.

For a while it was just this. Her sitting on the toilet, grunting and flushing away the remains of her once boyfriend. Meanwhile her belly had seemed to have gotten bigger. The gass building inside her causing it bloat out. After an hour of shitting, a particularly hard piece of crap got stuck in her rectum. She whimpered, panting hard as she tried in vain to push it out of her.

Her belly gurgles sickly and began to slosh as more gass built up inside her. Her belly grew larger and large, until it was roughly the same size it was when she had first eaten her boyfriend. Only this time it was taunt and the gurlges sounded sick. She quickly cleaned herself up and waddled to the medicine cabinet. Tearing it open and grabbing the bottle of laxatives she kept there.

Without thinking she shove the entire bottles worth in her mouth and swallow hard. Then she gingerly sits on the edge of the tub and begins rubbing her sick belly. Cooing at it and leaning her sweat slick forehead against the hot skin. The pressure continues to build and her belly swells more. Just as she thinks she’s about to burst, the hard piece of stool in her colon shoots free and a torrent of softened stool pours out of her into the tub.

She cries out in pain and surprise, unable to stop or slow the geyser of shit. Her belly rapidly deflates as the tub fills and when she’s done, she finds she is too weak to stand. So she simply turns on the shower head and lets the water wash away her misery.

When she finally regains her strength, she walks and wobbling knees to her room and strips completely bare. Sorrow fills her again as she spots herself in the mirror. Where once used to be a stick of a woman, now stands a shapely and plush one. Her small breasts are now plump and perky, her belly is round and rolled, and her ass is massive. Her hands trail up her body, exhaustion and grief bringing tears to her eyes as she hugs her softer body. The proof of what she had done cling her to her body. A personal reminder that she is a monster now. A predator.

A very hungry predator.

Sun, 02 May 2021 06:19:57 -0400

Baking involves chemical reactions and heat, which means that vore with digestion is like baking bread, which means that farts are like an oven timer

It might be a BRAP instead of a DING but both sounds mean that there’s a hot, steaming, distinctly-smelling loaf ready to come out

Sun, 02 May 2021 04:58:03 -0400

Stretch marks on the belly and hips are honestly just vore tally marks signifying all the prey you’ve eaten. It’s like when WWII pilots drew up their confirmed kills on the side of their planes.

Sat, 01 May 2021 00:30:00 -0400

Preds, it’s such a power move to lift a leg and let a ripe, bassy, cheek-wobbling fart rip right as the sludgy, liquified mess of your preys remains start to pump from your stomach down into your bowels.

There’s no better way to establish dominance over your next meal.

Fri, 30 Apr 2021 03:49:02 -0400

Warning: VERY graphic vore and digestion content ahead. Proceed at your own risk!!

The sort of vore where the pred digests and fully processes bits and pieces of their meal while the helpless prey is still alive and squirming within them is criminally underutilized.

I wonder how it would feel, being digested inch by inch, having bits and pieces of my body slowly broken down, boiled and crushed into mulch by the preds powerful stomach walls and gastric juices, leaving me helplessly lying in a neck deep pool of my own mushy, liquified remains. I wonder what sort of sensations would flow through me, feeling my own arms and legs slowly losing their shape and consistency, collapsing into chunky, grimy sludge with a few loud snaps and crunches as the powerful stomach walls cave in, kneading my acid soaked body like a lump of softened dough, grinding my meat and skin into fleshy soup.

I can just imagine being left a broken, limbless torso, quivering and shaking helplessly within the stomach as it starts to drain of its contents, feeling my own liquified body swirling and bubbling around me as it squelches and slops noisily through the sphincter into the preds intestines. I can practically already hear the gurgling and glorping of my own remains pumping through the preds creaking, groaning bowels deep below, knowing that soon they’ll plant their plump ass down on the toilet and squeeze out a hot, heavy loaf of digested preymeat while I still squirm and whimper within their churning depths, waiting for the rest of me to inevitably follow suit…

Sun, 25 Apr 2021 11:48:59 -0400

Preds, is the best way to flirt with you something along the lines of asking if you’ve had the chance to gulp down and gurgle up any particularly succulent slabs of tender, juicy person meat recently?

Do y'all like it when a preyish partner appeals to your vorish sensibilities and gives your tubby, rumbling, ruthless prey-tank a nice rub while they ask you how much is left of your last meal sloshing and gurgling around in there?

Sat, 24 Apr 2021 22:43:14 -0400

Yeah, being a feeder is nice and all, but being the meal itself is even better.

The gurgles, grumbles, and groans of your partner’s packed guts. The stuffed little moans and half-belches of satisfaction from your predatory feedee. The inevitable transformation of their firm, taut, bloated belly into a plump, plushy, sagging dome of sloshy, squishy goodness after a few tummy rubs and a long nap. The thick, warm layers of jiggling lard packed upon their frame once your sludgy body has been thoroughly churned and processed.

Everything there is to love about stuffing and feeding is practically doubled when vore gets involved, and I will die on this hill.

Tue, 20 Apr 2021 16:30:34 -0400

inthisworlditsvoreorbevored:

helpmeplees:
now i’m in a Mood anyways preds eating/drinking after swallowing someone is criminally underrated
You’re right and you should say it. Having food drop in with you really drives home the fact that you’ve just been eaten and I love it.

Sun, 18 Apr 2021 19:29:23 -0400

Warning, yet another instance of graphic vore, digestion, and their nasty implications ahead:

My favorite kind of dates are the ones when you’ve already scheduled a visit from plumber for the very next day before you’ve even met me face to face. What can I say, I like a partner who’s confident, and who knows what they want!

In fact, the only disappointing aspect of hooking up with someone so single-mindedly predatory and ruthless is the fact that a body as smooth and limber and perfect as mine winds up resigned to such a lowly and humiliating fate… I wonder if you’ll feel guilty at all, reducing these elegant features and succulent curves down into a broken, sizzling pile of hot, mushy meat simmering away in your ravenous stomach? I doubt it. Hunger comes before the appreciation of beauty after all!

Regardless, I don’t think you’ll even remember or care about the disgusting end of my graceful beauty when you’re stuck on the toilet for a few hours straight the next day. I’m willing to bet the only thing on your mind will be how to hide the bones from the plumber~

Sun, 18 Apr 2021 14:48:55 -0400

Hey preds I’m genuinely curious, what exactly does it feel like to have the squirming mass of a whole entire person slip down your throat and fill out your belly? What sort of sensations flood your mind and body when the firm, weighty, wriggling swell of an entire person slithers down your esophagus, stretching out your greedy gullet before settling down into the heavy, distended bulge of your strained, taut belly? How do you feel and what do you think as their twitches and spasms gradually fade away into gurgling stillness while the heavy mass of meat in your gut slowly softens and shrinks, deflating down into a sagging, mushy bulge?

Any and all answers are genuinely appreciated!

Sun, 18 Apr 2021 11:33:49 -0400

Warning, graphic vore and digestion ahead

I can’t stop thinking about you… Or more accurately, I can’t stop myself from thinking about your belly. Day in and day out, night after night, your gut has been on my mind. I constantly imagine myself plunging through your warm, cavernous, drooling maw, and down the tight, slick tunnel of your hungry, pulsating throat. I can’t stop picturing my helpless body succumbing to the cramped, caustic confines of your hot, groaning stomach, breaking down into sludge that’s just waiting to be drained into your glorpy, churning bowels. The thought of your bloated, flabby abdomen jiggling and sloshing like a waterbed as my soupy remains pump through the dank, musky depths of your smelly, winding intestines is an inescapable thought. I can’t even begin to describe how often I mull over the prospect of your sagging, sloshing post-vore belly, plumping and fattening up after my churning demise, growing softer from all of my valuable nutrients while the hot, hefty mass of all of my worthless leftovers packs away into your straining, swollen colon, creaking and groaning as they await the gassy, smelly heralding of their final release.

And I think you know what I’m talking about, because you’re thinking the very same thoughts, going through the very same things….

Except… I can’t stop thinking about it, because I’m terrified of it, but I think that you can’t stop thinking about it because you want it. You want to reduce my tender meat into nutritious, fattening sludge and rank, bubbling gas within your bowels. You want to feel my kicking, screaming form grow soft and sludgy within your churning depths. You want to sink your fingers into your bloated, swollen gut and feel my mushy, soupy remains churn and squelch beneath your tender touch. You would enjoy letting my last breath trumpet from your rear in a warm, ripe stream of smelly wind, filling the room with a nasty stench as my pathetic leftovers slowly sluice through your lard packed frame.

Mon, 08 Mar 2021 05:44:52 -0500

Not much is better than an overstuffed predator, moaning and gasping in delight as they stroke and caress their squirming meal.

One of the few things which is better than the previously mentioned prey-packed-pred is an extra overstuffed predator, still moaning and gasping in delight as they stroke and caress the squirming, distended bulges of their many meals

Sat, 06 Mar 2021 10:34:50 -0500

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

Sun, 31 Jan 2021 05:57:00 -0500

Everyone is always talking about how great post vore burps are, and they just end up forgetting to give the OTHER form of post vore gas some much needed love.

Like yeah, sure, I won’t deny that a deep, bassy belch rippling the preds lips as their overstuffed gut relieves some pressure with a burst of hot wind isn’t totally amazing, but the same exact experience from the other side is also a joy to behold. Deep, crass, cheek wobbling butt-belches need some more appreciation dammit!!

Sun, 10 Jan 2021 08:40:55 -0500

tasty-n-sweet:

Being swallowed whole feels amazing. I love feeling my pred’s hungry lips stretch around and slide up my body, their soft tongue licking all over me while their strong throat tugs me down. Slowly feeling myself slipping down into their whining belly, the light behind me fading away as they shut their jaws..
When I curl up completely inside, I start wiggling and pushing to get more comfortable than I already am, surrounded by warm, soft flesh massaging into my skin. Listening to their racing heartbeat thumping around me, hands happily rubbing and patting over my body. Feeling the plush, slimy walls press tighter around me after each muffled burp, hearing them sigh in satisfaction..
The pain of being digested is brief. After my body softens, I just become silent, slowly and painlessly oozing into a lump of chyme sitting in their stomach. Listening to their belly bubble and growl all around me, nipping away at my nutrients, slipping into and stretching out their intestines. After they dispose of the parts of me their body didn’t need, all I can do is hang and sag from their warm waistline. And being a thick layer of fat on my pred’s belly feels amazing..

Sun, 10 Jan 2021 08:38:59 -0500

spooky-hungry:

Two days.
It’s been two days since you fell asleep at that house party - biggest mistake of your life - and woke up in… here. Of course, to you, it feels like it’s been a LOT longer than two days… but then again, it’s not like you have many ways of telling time, where you’re at. You are surrounded by a darkness so thick that there’s no difference between your eyes being closed or open - not like you ever dared open them, for fear of the sting of those biting liquids that were constantly being excreted from the fleshy, wrinkly walls and kneaded into your skin, systematically working away at you. It’s a struggle to get any air, and the air you can get is thick with an acrid, gastric odor. Oh, how nicely you squirmed when you first woke up in there! But, of course, hypoxic and swaddled, you’ve since fallen into a bit of a stupor, fading in and out of consciousness, only being able to wriggle for a few minutes at a time before taking hours to rest.
You were in denial, at first; even as you heard the cacophonous gurgles and churns and sloshes of my stomach, and heard my muffled voice teasing you from just beyond your prison beneath my thick layers of belly pudge, your mind refused to accept the fact that you’d been SWALLOWED, whole and alive. But by now, there was no denying it; my acids had already melted your clothes right off your body, and were now working on your epidermal layer while I lounge in the warm bathtub, groping and massaging my gut so lovingly while teasing you about how nicely you’ll add to my ass and tits. You must be grateful, after all, for you give me a few of those blissful struggles in return… and after all, I’ve taken such good care of you! Feeding you snacks and water and gulping down tons of air to keep my little meal kicking for as long as possible, always teasing and playing with you at every opportunity. I planned the whole thing out, timing your consumption so that I’ll have the whole of spring break to spend relaxing at home, happily gurgling you up in privacy, far from any prying eyes that might do something silly like ‘call the police’. By the time I head back to campus, you sadly won’t be alive anymore, though your meat will take a month total to digest; most of you adding to my big, plump figure, and the rest getting flushed down the toilet.
But that all comes later. For now, we have plenty of time to enjoy eachother’s company, my lovely meal…

Thu, 03 Dec 2020 07:42:51 -0500

(gawd the entire time I was writing this I couldn’t help but think of Gaunter O'Dimm as the boyfriend. That probably helped tbh.)

You stand in your living room with your arms crossed. Having gone to the store for just a moment, you fully expected your friend to be sitting on your couch. Instead you find your boyfriend with a very satisfied smile on his face. You ask him again where your friend is.

“Why, she’s right here! Don’t you recognise her?” your eyes follow your boyfriends hand as it comes to rest on his rounded middle. You glare at your boyfriend as he smuggly rubs his bloated belly. After seeing his belly at work before, you could easily tell that your ditzy friend can’t be spit back up. His belly resting lower on him than if she wws still in his stomach, and the soft squealing emmiting from his bowels giving away that she’s been in his intestines for hours now.

Burning hot anger fills you and your glare hardens. You really liked her, and would have rather not seen her be turned into a bowel movement for your ravenous lover. You jab your finger into his semi hard belly as you berate him. Asking him why he can’t keep people out of bis belly for own day.

His smirk drops into frown as you rant at him. Annoyance bubbling under his skin until it boils over. Your boyfriend snapped his fingers, the air surrounding you suddenly feeling heavy. Your skin tingled and you watched in shock as you began to shrink. Before you can even shout at him, you find yourself buried in a pile of clothes.

Cold fingers dig you out of the pile and plop you onto a lap. You glare up at your now towering lover, his swollen bellies squeaking that much louder to you now that you’re only 10 inches tall.

“Look, I love you. But I’m not going to let you berate me for doing my thing.” he says it softly, but the tightness of his eyes conveys hs reall anger. “So for punishment for being rude, I think you’ll have to spend some time in my belly.”

You can only stare in shock at hid decision; not even putting up a fight when he grabs you again. He brings you close to your face and drags his tongue across your naked body. You can’t help but shiver as his cool tongue glides across you body, spending an unnecessary amount of attenion on your crotch before pulling away. Hunger and lust fills you lovers eyes, the two of you staring intently at each other for a long time.

Finally he twists his hand and slowly pushes you head first into his mouth. His hands moves to your bottom and gives it a gentle shove. Your head falls into his tight throat, it squeezes you and pulls you in further as your boyfriends tongue swipes across your body once again. A heavy moan shakes you and you can’t help but moan as well when you boyfriends tongue splits your thighs apart. The tip poking and prodding you as he nudges you further down his throat.

Outside you feel your boyfriend caressing the buldge you make in his throat. One hand rubbing downward while the other traces your outline.

Your feet are folded and pushed into his mouth and all movement stops for a moment before your lover swallows hard. Your body being dragged fully into his throat where more wet swallows drag you down to his belly. Your head enters slowly while your body is squeezed tightly by his esophagus. The smell brings tears to your eyes and the heavy sounds of gurgling nearly deafens you. Your body is squeezed slowly into the active chamber, forcing you to curl into a ball.

His belly presses against as it secreates acid to cover you. Through his skin you can feel your boyfriend rub the budlge you make. His heavy panting echoing loudly above you. You squirm around and try to get comfortable, not too worried about where you are. Sure that your boyfriend wouldn’t let something bad happen to you.

Bellow you you can hear his intestines groan around you former coworker. Your irritation from early rising again, so you give him a hard kick. His belly twitches and shakes as he chuckles; his fingers digging into your back.

“Now that’s no way to get out of there~.” your boyfriend chuckles. His fingers dance along your body, pushing against you hard and then rubbing soothing circles that tou can barely feel.

It’s not long before you feel a rumble from deep bellow you. You boyfriend still and shifts around before you hear a short squeaky fart escape him. You scoff as he laughs out an ‘excuse me’ before patting lower on his belly. “Looks like your friend wants out.” he chortles.

Your world shifts and your jostled about as he stands and strutes to the bathroom. The acid around you sloshing and drenching you entirely with every step. Your world finally settles as he plops down on the toilet and heaves a heavy sigh. More farts rip out of your boyfriends ass and you can feel his belly clench as he pushes down on your former friend. You can feel her remains shift and slip out of his body. Your boyfriend grunting as he pushes out the massive log of shit.

A muffled plop is heard far bellow followed by a series of more. The pressure your friend left slowly disappears into the toilet, your boyfriend pausing to flush ever now and again. A long fart escapes him before all movement seems to stop. Your boyfriend pushes on his belly and grunts out, “Just..one more…outta do it.” He pants heavily as the largest log slowly emerges from his anus. Dropping with a loud splash into the bowl.

You can feel him relax around. Your friend now fully flushed out of his bowels and into the sewer. The pressure of his hand rests against you again as he rubs his belly. He cleans himself up and then trots back to the living room. His hands craddling the round budlge you make innhis stomach. When you feel him settle on the couch you begin to squirm again and ask if you can come out yet.

“In a little bit,” he yawns “I’m going to take a quick nap.” You scoff and grumble to yourself, getting comfy as you listen to his heart slow. The rhythmic thumping lulling you into a deep slumber as well.

Hours pass and neither of you notice when his belly grows more active. The acid slowly melting away your skin, though not burning painfully as one would have expected. For a bried moment you wake up and see the meaty soup you’re becoming before passing out again. Assuming it was a weird dream. Meanwhile your bones become brittle and snap under his bellies powerful grinding motions.

Your boyfriends belly turning you into a meaty paste, like it has done to countless others. He honestly had no intention of digesting you. Just tease you enough to make you forget your anger before spitting you out. Then the two of you would clean up and go on a date. But his body couldn’t know that; to his belly, anything that’s put in it is food.

Hours pass and your boyfriend sleeps through the rest of day and most of the next. When he wakes up, sleep clouds his mind. His belly gurgling softly in hunger, having finished difesting you hours ago. Your remains traveled through his body as it absorbed all the nutrients from you. The waste that is you now sitting heavy in his smaller intestines ready to join your friend in the sewer.

He pats his bloated belly sleepily before heading to the kitchen for food, his hunger driving you further from his mind. Feeling particularly peckish, your lover quickly finishes his meal and heads back to the fridge. He crouches down and begins to stuff his face until his belly begins to ache. It juts away from his body, packed too tightly with food. You lover moans and burps wetly; waddlig to the couch to wait for you to come rub it. Minutes tic by as he rubs his full belly happily before a familiar feeling in his bowels triggers a memory.

His satisfied smile drops as he finally recalls the previous days events. The build pressure in his lower bowels confirmes his fears and he lets out a heavy sigh. He squeezes his full belly and burps loudly as he groans. Feeling foolish, he craddles his belly tenderly as he waddles to the bathroom. His lover having been turned into nothing but a bowel movement.

He sits on the toilet and mopes as your remains slip out of his ass. Doing nothing to aid his bowels in pushing you out, wanting to take as long as he can with what little time he has left with you. Finally the last of you drops into the toilet. Your boyfriend cleans himself up befoe standing, watching the shit he turned you into flush down the toilet.

Mon, 30 Nov 2020 07:32:35 -0500

Warning, this is an experimental vore post, going far beyond the forays of my typical, gushy, digestive delights. I’m trying out a darker, more filth inclined style. (Not a permanent change of content or style for this blog, just an experiment) Features all of the usual warnings and more. Please proceed at your own risk!

You probably don’t think of it as much, but the last swallow is the most momentous moment of a poor, helpless prey’s life. One final, decisive swallow condemns a meal like me to a lifetime of suffering. At least said lifetime never lasts much longer.

Once I’m in your stomach, I’m stuck there, trapped and helpless, held at your mercy. I get to endure the torments of my gastric prison, being soaked by churning acids as my flesh softens and melts, until your gut crushes me out of existence, down into a thick, pulpy sludge of ragged, torn flesh, bubbling, oozing blood, and shattered, crumpled bone. My story will come to a sudden, early conclusion with a sickening squelch. I’ll be reduced to nothing, whether I want it or not. Everything I’ve ever done before in life, every accomplishment and every relationship, in the end, they all will amount to little more than a thick, doughy layer of blubber sagging from your fat, overfed gut, and a few extra inches of nice, juicy jiggle on your hips, butt, and thighs.

And that’s not even the worst of it, for your meals like me at least. It’s not enough to torment a treat merely by making them line your waistband. Oh no, preds like you get the joy of making snacks like me float through your sewers too. Once I’ve been pulverized into slop, destroyed beyond all recognition and pumped through your greedy bowels to be drained of all nutritional value and to fatten you up, once I’ve become fuel for a few more rolls of lard on your bulging belly, nothing will remain of me, save for a hefty, smelly loaf of putrid shit nestled deep in your guts, preceded by a bubbly string of the foulest of farts. I’m sure you’ll reek of death and decay as I’m sluiced through you, crammed and piled up in your straining colon. I wouldn’t be suprised if passerby gag from the toxic fumes leaking from your puckered hole.

But that gets you excited, doesn’t it? The thought of turning me, a living, breathing person into nothing but a rancid pile of shit that will disappear down your toilet like every other meal you’ve ever eaten… Oh goodness gracious, I bet that really turns you on… The idea of feeling your gut tear a person apart, feeling it shred them into a bloody mass and braid their essence into your own fat is probably the most sexy things you could ever imagine, isn’t it? The feeling of your stomach clenching and tossing around the thick, chunky stew of my remains as they slosh about inside you…. The awful sloppy sound of me being pumped into your intestines and the accompanying feeling as your muscles, stretch and squeeze and contract, and force more mush through their tight, slimy confines. You probably savor the thought of feeling me die inside your gut, you probably fantasize over feeling my body being boiled and crushed, and hearing my screams and struggles silenced with a wet, gurgling crunch, reduced into a thick brownish-red mush, riddled with bone and lumps of solid meat, and pushed through your smelly bowels until what’s left of me has been processed away into fat, and farts, and shit. I bet you can’t wait to feel me pumping through you, my remains stretching out your intestines as they slither into your bowels, the hard bits tickling the walls of your sensitive colon, eager to swirl down your toilet.

What a way to assert dominance… the only reminders that the brown logs were ever once a human being would be the scaggly, acid-bleached strands of hair and the flaky, yellowed bone chips and shattered teeth, the whole smelly mess destined to be flushed away and forgotten forever.

Sat, 28 Nov 2020 05:41:59 -0500

Warning, very, very explicit vore, digestion, and disposal ahead!!

I’ll never know why I have some kind of strong, inescapable, perverse desire to end up as a squishy mass of ground-up, acid-softened, viscous soup squeezing through your intestines. It makes no sense! I’m a person, a living breathing human! There’s no way I should actually want to end up as gut-slop, as your literal fat and shit after experiencing the same, humiliating fate that every slice of pizza and every hamburger, every glass of soda or coffee, every plate of cookies and every single other piece of greasy, fatty junk food that’s ever ended up inside of you has been forced to suffer

That would be weird, and just so horrible and gross… But while I don’t understand it, I remain drawn to such a fate anyways. I don’t really blame myself either. I mean, how could I ever hope to not fantasize over being forcibly swallowed whole as I scream and struggle, before my terrified, fighting body is slowly churned down into a goopy pulp of melted flesh and shattered bone? How could I ever resist the allure of being treated as nothing more than a juicy piece of meat, of being seen no differently than any other gutful of greasy, fattening junk food despite my screams, struggles, and pleas? Why wouldn’t I shudder in delight at the thought of my mushy, chymal remains draining and pumping down through the dank, smelly confines of your tight, winding bowels, feeding you, fattening you, letting your greedy, plump body leech away all of my nutrients, transforming my essence into roll after roll of soft, plush fat for your jiggling, pudgy form, before the useless leftovers are finally squeezed out of you as a massive pile of former gutslut a mere week or so after gulping me down?

Tue, 10 Nov 2020 08:18:45 -0500

“Upset? Noooo..nonono…but I am quite hungry babe…so I’d appreciate you figure out a way to fix that for your favorite kitty~” I plan an affectionate kiss on your lips, followed by a threatening lick across your face. “pleeeaaasse?~”